Moments (Jenlisa One Shots)

Solo

it was Sunday morning, 2 weeks before Jennie's solo debut but the girl can't help but feel nervous already.

"hey babe, you alright?" lisa, who lounging on the couch beside her asks. "you seem to be out of it."

"it's... i'm..." jennie sighs. "i just can't help but think about my solo debut. i mean, would people love it? would they love me? how would the public react to it? it's just... what if they won't like it, what if -- "

"hey, hey..." lisa takes a hold of the brunette's hand. "calm down okay? stop thinking about it too much. of course they would love it. we would love it. who can actually resist nation's it girl? literally no one babe, no one."

"are you sure? do you think what i did was enough? was i hardworking enough?"

"more than enough love. more than enough." the taller kisses her cheeks once, "so stop worrying and just show me outtakes  and photos of your mv shoot in london?"

the older nods and took her phone to show lisa some of her pictures after settling in the younger's arms.

"ohhh!!!! so pretty!"

"beautiful..."

"you look stunning baby."

"gorgeous as ever."

lisa keeps giving her reactions as she scrolls through every photo and she can't help blush as she hears every compliment.

"my favorite color on my favorite girl." lisa places a soft kiss on jennie's head as she marvels at her girlfriend's beauty. in the photo, jennie is seen to be wearing a yellow dress while on set for a scene in the music video.

the brunette beauty continued to scroll through her gallery until...

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" lisa says, flabbergasted, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?"

jennie seems genuinely surprised with how lisa reacted.

"uhm a simple blue dress?"

"simple?! your cleavage's showing! nothing's simple about that. holy shit!" lisa still hasn't calmed down, she can't believe jennie would be showing too much skin on her mv.

"babe calm down, will ya? i have no control over the wardrobe okay? jeez."

"b-but--"

jennie pulls the girl down back onto the couch. "sit unless you do not want to see more of my photos."

"there's more?!" lisa immediately grabs jennie's phone and skims through her gallery. she stopped at a particular photo of jennie in a skimpy one piece from chanel. she immediately felt her blood rush to her face the moment her eyes landed on the said photo.

"lis, you face is so red..." jennie mentions.

"are you fucking serious, jennie kim?" lisa turns the phone to its owner.

"what? i don't see anything wrong with it babe."

"you are practically stripped jennie."

"no, im not. come on stop overreacting."

"i'm not overreacting! those are for my eyes only!" lisa pouts and sulks at the corner of the couch, her arms aross her chest while the older laughs and nonchalantly sits on her lap.

"i never acted up when you showed your abs to the world, did i? and those are meant for my eyes only, mind you." jennie kisses lisa's pouting lips. lisa though didn't utter a word but instead places her phone on her ear."babe? who are you calling?"

"sajangnim. i'm telling him to fucking cut those parts if he doesn't want me cutting his remaining 14 strands."

"NOOO!"