January Part I
"Mmm. God, Jisoo, right...there....yes..." Jennie's whimpers were barely audible from her guest house, in the later hours of the morning following the New Year's Eve party. Specifically, the night where she made out with Jisoo Kim.
"Hey, Jen?" Chaeyoung knocked. "I was wondering if I can borrow you hairbrush, mine's kind of broken."
Sunlight filtered through slits in Jennie's window, coloring the white duvet with a warm orangey glow. Jennie, ever the romantic, had chosen a hell of a bachelorette pad, considering that she was living with her family.
Chaeyoung heard no immediate response. Shrugging, she shouldered her way into Jennie's bedroom, pausing when she heard a muffled cry of "Ohhh!"
Jennie's groan subsided, as did the minute rocking of her hips under the duvet as she breathed a short, "Fuck, Jisoo."
Chaeyoung's brows shot up as her eyes widened. "Holy shit." She couldn't help the response as she uttered it. "You're fucking Jisoo Kim? I can't believe-"
Jennie's emerald eyes cracked open, and Chaeyoung realized, then, that she'd made a grave mistake. Jisoo Kim was not under the duvet with Jennie.
Jennie had been dreaming.
Quite successfully, it seemed.
"Chaeyoung?!' Jennie shot up, made a face, and yanked the duvet over her. "What the fuck?"
"Oh my god." Chaeyoung covered her eyes, wincing. "You did NOT just-"
"What do you want?" Jennie ground out, feeling invaded on so many levels. She didn't want to admit that she really wanted that dream to come true. Jisoo had all of her senses heightened to the extremes.
"I..a hair brush." Chaeyoung coughed uncomfortably. "I take it last night went well? I saw the body shots."
Jennie turned beet red, but her heart fluttered. "We made out...A lot." She grinned.
Chaeyoung cocked a brow. "You've got it bad. You're happy about just making out?"
Jennie nodded eagerly. "Chaeng, you don't get it. I'm just happy she likes me as much as I like her."
Chaeyoung's jaw dropped at Jennie's sappy display. "What? Where the hell is playboy Jennie Rubyjane Kim?"
Jennie rolled her eyes. "I kissed Jisoo." She whispered, mostly to herself, a smile spreading on her high, sculpted cheeks. "I held her, and we kissed, and we cuddled under the stars."
"Wow." Chaeyoung snorted. "That's...really gay."
"My hairbrush is in the bathroom." Jennie grunted, coming down from her high. "Go in there so I can...change, at least."
Chaeyoung made a face of disgust. "So, you're gonna see her tomorrow. That's cool."
Jennie's heart did somersaults in her chest as she leapt out of bed, quickly discarding her clothes in favor of a clean pair of sweats and a t shirt. "I know." She murmured, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail. "Do I...text her? Or...is that desperate?"
Chaeyoung scoffed from the bathroom, brushing out her locks. "I don't know, what am I, the love guru? Oh, wait, based on how whipped Suho and Lisa are for me...I am." Chaeyoung smirked.
Jennie scowled. "Suho took Jisoo to bed last night." She grumbled.
Chaeyoung smirked. "You're jealous?"
Jennie rolled her eyes. "No. Yes. Jisoo's face was...right here." She motioned to the crook of her neck. "I had her. She was warm, and safe, in my jacket- which she still has, by the way. I don't see why I couldn't have taken her home."
