JENLISA WHUT?

Dressing Room

The makeup artist started to retouch my day face. My solo stage was finished and now I'm getting ready for our next stage.

I gulped when I heard Swalla by Jason Derulo, oh my God. It's Lisa's solo.

The makeup artist told me to close my eyes so I did. I imagined how Lisa grind on that fucking floor, I wanna be that floor right now.

I miss her already.

Just before that fake dating news with Kai I broke up with her, thinking that way we wouldn't hurt each other. But I was wrong.

I want her, her only. I want to get her back.

Whenever we're together she's cold towards me, she knows that I'm having a fake relationship but damn she's not chasing me— I know I'm crazy! That's why right now I will get her back!

We have an on going world tour now, oh well we're roommates but she's not talking to me.

"All done!"

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Finally, the concert ended.

We are now in the dressing room acknowledging each other. I saw how Lisa entered the comfort room, I didn't waste a time so I followed her.

"Jennie? What are you doing here?"

"I'm tired of my shit Lisa."

Her eyes widened as I clutched her shirt and closed our gap. I kissed her, poured the love I have towards her. I did missed her.

I started to move and it's getting hot when she answered my kisses, giving me the same intensity I gave her. I fucking give up and let her dominate me, the taste of her mouth and lipstick is making me sexually aroused, for sure this will be a mess.

"Girls let's have a picture taking!"

We quickly pulled out from the kiss. We smiled at each other. Lisa and I don't need to have a word, we knew already what our hearts say.