Miss J | Jensoo

Ch16. Morning in the Penthouse

Jennie stirred awake when she felt herself being carried, bridal style. She heard a car door close before she was carried away, her body swaying lightly with each step. Blinking her eyes gradually open, Jennie realized she was lying against someone's chest, whose heartbeat was thudding loudly in her ear.

Before she looked up to identify her carrier, a sudden realization hit her and she quickly looked towards her legs, because girls wearing short tight dresses are not very suitable to be carried without exposing themselves. Thankfully, Jisoo's suit blazer had been draped and wrapped lightly around her thighs, keeping her safe from unwanted public display just like how it did from the chilly sea breeze just now.

Jisoo's silk blazer... Each time she thought she had seen Jisoo's most sensitive and considerate side, the raven would prove her wrong in the next moment. Jennie could not help the tug at her lips.

She turned her eyes up to see Jisoo's jawline and side profile, before Jisoo gave her a sideward glance and a small smile. Her voice was soft and low, "Hey sleeping beauty, we're almost there." Jennie returned a drowsy smile as she snuggled back into Jisoo's chest and listened to its quickened heartbeat, lazily sweeping her eyes around – they were in a shiny, half-glass elevator ascending to somewhere high up that made her ears pop.

The next thing she knew, she was in front of a door while Jisoo juggled carrying her and unlocking the door. Jennie felt bad, so she squirmed and tried to get down from Jisoo's hold, but Jisoo simply carried her closer and cooed, "It's alright, almost... there," just as she turned the keys enough to push open the heavy wooden door.

The interior was pitch dark, but as soon as Jisoo made a couple of steps inside, a warm yellow glow illuminated the entire apartment automatically. The lights were hidden behind the ceiling and the walls, like backlighting, and they were not glaring into Jennie's eyes so she could comfortably adjust her vision.

Struggling to survey her surroundings because of her spinning head and heavy eyelids, Jennie wanted to ask where she was, but when her head sank into a fluffy pillow and her body melted into soft velvety sheets, Jennie succumbed to sleep within seconds.

----------

Jennie woke up with a start. She did not know the time or place, while her head throbbed with every movement and her throat felt like sandpaper. Sitting up too quickly, she slammed her eyes shut and winced at the splitting headache, then started rubbing little circles into her temples with her palms.

Slowly blinking her eyes open again, Jennie took her time to register her environment – it was dim, and she's still in her black revealing bandage dress, covered in soft fluffy white sheets, on a high king-sized bed lined up against a graphite wall, with warm yellow bedside lamps and a large flat-screen TV and sound systems and everything hi-tech built into the wall some distance in front of her. A glass office desk and a plush leather seat with wheels were on the far right of the room that led to a balcony behind tall panels of sliding glass doors. It was still dark outside it seemed.

On the left of the room was a walk-in wardrobe that was filled from floor to ceiling with shirts and pants and dresses and coats and bags and accessories and everything Jennie found too many of. Beside the wardrobe was a frosted glass door that Jennie assumed led to the bathroom. And that completed her brief visual tour around the enormous room that looked immaculately clean and smelt of freshly washed cotton.

She wondered just how many years of slogging it would cost her to afford such excessive luxury. Maybe 150. Jennie sighed, as she slowly dragged her feet off the bed and onto the shiny, spotless marble tiles. Okay, more like 250.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes landed on the bedside table holding her purse, her phone, a glass of water, a couple of hangover pills, a neatly folded white tee with black shorts, and a post-it note that simply read: Everything for you.