Jensoo Futa Shots

Security Check

Futa!Jennie
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Jennie rarely has good experiences at airports.

With her crazy schedule, she's in them almost every week and it can't be helped when you're travelling with one of South Korea's most popular idols.

Airports are practically a second home for Jennie and she knows how to conveniently dress and pack for them, all for the sake of getting in and out of stupid security checks at record speeds. Too bad not everyone is like her, and, if it's one thing Jennie hates, it's inefficiency during travelling. She has places to be, schedules to keep to, and it certainly doesn't help that-more often than not-Jennie finds herself caught behind some insolent person who genuinely seems surprised when security asks them to remove the liquids from their bag.

Have they never been through a fucking airport before?

That fact that she's actually wishing that were her case, right now, makes her realize that anything would be better than this.

She thinks today might be the king of all hell experiences as she sits, alone, in an integration room, drumming her fingers against the cool, metal table.

She turns her wrist over, staring at the ticking hands. "Fucking fantastic," she mutters under her breath. One hour. She has one hour till that plane takes off.

Jennie really hates airports. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The door finally opens and Jennie sucks in a stream of hot, angry air. She's been waiting for someone for almost ten minutes now and she's ready to give whoever a piece of her mind.

When a body finally does clear the door, Jennie's slightly taken aback.

Her temper briefly dies when she was expecting the inspection officer to be a grumpy, menopausal woman maybe even a pervy 40-year-old man-but, instead, it's a young, female officer. The woman greets her with a friendly, closed-mouth smile and she's not just young, but incredibly attractive too. She blinks twice and Jennie is a little captivated by her long lashes, hooded over large, almond-shaped eyes and chestnut-brown hair that spirals down to her chest. Jennie wonders how someone as gorgeous as her is stuck at a job like this.

"Jennie Rubyjane Kim?" the officer asks politely.

"Yes?" Jennie answers, momentarily forgetting why she was so angry in the first place.

"My name is Jisoo, I'm going to be your inspection officer today." She takes a seat across the metal table. "Uh, my colleague has you written down as Rj?" she asks, confused with the conflicting information on paper.

"People call me Rj, but Jennie is my legal name."

"Ah, I see." Jisoo neatly stacks her piles of papers in front of her and sets down her pen before she turns her attention to the other woman. "So, what's your occupation, Ms. Kim?"

"I'm travelling with a singer; I'm her manager." "Just the two of you travelling together?"

"No we have a whole team of coordinators and stylists. There's, like," Jennie pauses to do a body count in her mind, "twelve of us."

"Could you give me a name of one of your travel companions?"

"Lisa Manoban."

"T-the idol?"

"So, you've heard of her?" Jennie acts surprised, hoping that dropping her boss' name will help get her out of this ordeal faster.

"I-I-yes! I'm a fan!" Jisoo exclaims, slightly embarrassed by her own excitement as Jennie reacts with wide eyes.