I Hated Her || JenLisa

Wrong Encounters

A/N: Everyone's asking for a comeback appearance.

Lisa

"Wait Lisa, someone's calling me," Jennie's ragged breath called out like melody.

Ignoring her, I drag my teeth on her neck. Sharply sucking in air, her nails dug on my bare back but I didn't care.

There was always something about the way her long nails scratch my back that got me crazy. How she deepens it in every pleasure I give her, reactions so raw I find encouragement to it. 

When we finish I gain red markings that didn't matter to me because she would always trace her thumb to it, gently soothing it with her lips and tongue. 

The habit I discovered to love.

"Answer it," I smiled sweetly at her.

She rolls her eyes, "Childish."

Smirking, my lips lingered on her stomach. She arches, needing more contact between us.

She places her phone on her ear and the name that came from her mouth had me frozen.

"Dony," she hums.

Frowning, I went back to her lips and pecked it before standing up and wearing my clothes.

At the corner of my eyes, I watch her sit up with a bemused expression.

Shrugging, I let my hoodie cover me from the cold air, not minding to wear anything below.

"Y-yeah I'll be there," Jennie's stressed voice woke me up from my sulking trance.

My girlfriend ends the call with an unhappy sigh. 

I wasn't the only one who's frustrated with our positions. But a part of me is selfish and rants to me that Jennie is to blame for my circumstance. 

Facing her, I forced a smile, "Come here."

She meets my gaze and saunters, obeying.

Jennie's cute when she's like this; all confident even though dressed in simply her own skin.

Automatically embracing the woman before me, I breathe the smell of her hair; a scent of sweet spring that rolled out of March. I let the feeling of warmth linger knowing that she won't be mine when she leaves the room. 

I can still do this, I remind myself. 

Hoping that I may reap what I sow eventually. 

"Sorry babe, I have to go," she rubs her hand on my waist.

"I know, don't worry I'll be here," planting a kiss on her forehead.

Giving her time to get changed and 'doll' herself up for the so called 'date' with Dony and her family. I walked out of the room and went back to my own, letting her have her own space.

I wasn't a monster who had no emotions for our situation. 

It's bitter to know that her parents prefer having any male guy date their own daughter aside from me. 

What am I lacking?

Slightly, the gnawing frustration of being born in the same gender crawls out of the darkness. 

Because maybe if I had been born a boy then things would have been different for us.

But would I have been happy as a male specie?

Something hanging in the middle of my le-- most definitely not.

Phone vibrating, I opened it to see that Jisoo unnie wanted me to go buy food for dinner.