Circles and Circles || Jensoo

Chapter 12

Jennie woke, groggy and disoriented, unsure as to why exactly it was that she was lying diagonally across the bed. Then the memories of the night before flooded back to her, images flashing across her mind as she propped herself up on her elbows. If she hadn't been completely naked, and if her work hadn't been scattered across the rug next to her bed, she might have thought she'd imagined it all. As she shifted, she felt a slight ache and tug between her legs, somewhere between a sleight of pain and a delicious reminder. It had definitely NOT been a dream.

The scent of Jisoo was everywhere: on the bedclothes, on her skin, on her fingers. Jisoo's body, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen, and neither were her clothes. Jennie fell back to the bed with a groan and brought her arms up over her face. She hoped to hell that she hadn't made a huge mistake and, yet, at the same time, she knew she had. She had known the minute that Jisoo had stepped into her room what her intentions had been. She had also known that she should have stopped it, that if there was any chance of Jisoo forgiving her, the whole situation would have to be handled very slowly and carefully. But the second Jisoo's mouth had touched hers, Jennie had been lost and there was no chance of her stopping.

Jesus, she was only human.

Jennie rolled out of bed and hit the floor. She fumbled for her clothes and tossed them on quickly. Barefoot, she practically ran from her room, and skidded sideways into Jisoo's room. She already knew what she would find: the bed neatly made and all possessions gone. Jisoo was gone.

Jennie swore lightly under her breath and raced down the stairs, taking two at a time, swinging off the banisters. She flung open the door, knowing it was an exercise in futility. She was greeted with a cold gust of wind and nothing else. Her car stood in the drive. Fog wisped and curled, clouding the vista from the front of the house. Jennie stood, feeling the cold seep into her feet, one hand on the door frame, the other wrapped around her stomach.

"She's long gone."

Ella's voice made Jennie jump. She turned and found the young girl sitting quietly at the dining table. She had clearly been there for some time.

"How long?" Jennie asked, closing the door and moving into the living room.

"A few hours maybe." Ella paused. Jennie for once could not read the brunette's expression. She wasn't sure if she was sad, or angry, or maybe both. "She got a cab down to the train station in the village."

"Did she say anything?" Jennie pushed, mentally cursing herself.

"Just goodbye. To me." The way she put that phrase chilled Jennie, but she supposed she deserved it.

"Well.. I guess we'll catch up back in town. Want breakfast?" Jennie forced some cheer into her voice, and moved towards the kitchen.

"Stop it, Jennie."

The anger in Ella's voice made the older girl stop in her tracks. She turned to the young girl, who was now standing at the table, hands gripping the edge. There were tears in her eyes and she looked pained, very, very pained.

"El -"

"No. For once, you don't get to pretend everything is okay."

Jennie didn't know what to say. She looked at the other girl helplessly, her brow furrowing.

"You slept with her." It wasn't a question, or an accusation, just a statement.

"Yes," Jennie admitted softly.

"You hurt her," Ella continued, now sounding accusatory.

"Ella, this is incredibly complicated..."