Best For Me | jensoo

Chapter 15

Jennie let the dial tone ring in her ear for at least the hundredth time that hour. There was no answer. After so many rings, it just shipped her through to the voice mail. Jennie hung up.

There was no point in leaving another message; she was fairly sure that the five she'd already left had put her somewhere in the 'stalker' box. Sighing, she went back to cleaning the hallway cupboard, a sure sign that she was very upset.

Even Elly was tiptoeing around her. That was probably because Jennie had yelled at her over the little girl's messy room, which was so unlike Jennie that both of them had known something was wrong.

Elly was now very pointedly being a good girl. She'd cleaned up her room, even though Jennie had apologised with hugs and ice-cream, and she was quietly watching cartoons in the living room.

It was easy for Elly to be quiet – she didn't exactly speak – but she made plenty of noise anyway: running through the house with Mr Ruffles in tow, sending her towers of blocks crashing to the floor, was one of her favorite games.

She was a bouncy kid and Jennie loved that. She cringed inside at the thought of her own mood affecting her daughter so. Maybe it wasn't just her own mood. Maybe Elly missed Jisoo, too. In fact, Jennie was sure that Elly missed Jisoo, too. The child had asked after the musician many times, several times a day, in fact.

There was more than one thing bugging Jennie at the moment. The obvious top of the list was the fact that she hadn't heard from Jisoo for a week.

They'd seen her the night after the -. Well, the night after. It had been moderately awkward, mostly because they kept going in for a kiss and realising they couldn't, shouldn't. And, to their credit, they hadn't.

Jennie had hugged her goodbye at the door, feeling more frustrated and confused than ever. And now, nothing.

At least she couldn't argue that she'd been used in bed and dumped, because, well, firstly, Jisoo wouldn't do that and, secondly, she'd come over the night after.

But why hadn't she heard from her? Where the hell was she? And why wasn't she answering her phone? Jennie was worried, but she knew Jisoo was alive because she'd seen her on Wednesday night at Elly's art class. One wave and then the brunette had disappeared. Jennie was hating this.

The fact that she and Elly both missed Jisoo was even more worrying. The whole point of their agreement had been to make things less complicated.

Instead, it seemed that both mother and daughter were miserable without Jisoo's company. Three wasn't a crowd, it turned out. Elly never asked after Jongin, but she'd asked after Jisoo with a determination that had drawn admiration from Jennie.

And, to top it all off, Jennie had to admit to being just a little sexually frustrated. Who wouldn't be, going to sleep in that bed? Thinking about it. Dreaming about it. Waking up, drenched in sweat from reliving it night after night.

Okay, that was on the bottom of her list of concerns at the moment but, still, it was always there in the back of her mind.

So, with all of her frustration, not to mention her angst at not getting through to Jisoo, Jennie cleaned the hall cupboards.

Then, she cleaned the kitchen cupboards and the bathroom. She stopped to put Elly and Mr Ruffles to bed, making sure she took an extra long time reading their story and giving them both lots of affection to make up for her grumpiness earlier.

As she moved to turn off the light, she heard a tap on the wall, Elly's way of getting her attention.

"Is Jisoo coming over soon?" the little girl signed. "Mr Ruffles misses her."