Sequel Summary: Following the events of "Catch Me"- Jisoo and Jennie continue their journey at Polis University. Jennie is quick to ascend the social ladder, focusing nearly all of her efforts and attention on her athletics, her school, and recently, working to impress her parents. Jisoo, on the other hand, tries to distance herself from Jennie's newfound fame, and embarks on a journey to find herself.
The College AU where Jennie's a lovesick football player, Jisoo's a lovesick artist, and together, they take on the world.
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Jisoo Kim hadn't set an alarm clock in weeks.
Jisoo woke up to soft, plump lips pressing against her cheek, then grazing her jawline, kisses fluttering along the side of her neck. Her breathing picked up with each press of those lips, feeling familiar arms pull her closer. She could almost see what was happening in the room without even opening her eyes. The sunlight would be filtering in through the curtains, right about now. The birds would be singing, if she actually tuned in to the world outside of her dreams. Jennie Rubyjane Kim would be pressed up against her, gently caressing her awake, golden strands alight from the sun in her brunette waves.
Sometimes, rarely enough, it actually did pay to be an artist.
Not in the form of money, unfortunately, but in the form of her mind's eye, with perfect 20/20 vision. She could conjure gorgeous imagery without ever having to open her eyes.
But, oh, looking at her girlfriend was what got her going in the mornings.
"Jisoo." Jennie rolled her name off her tongue in that curious way that only Jennie could do, the way that made Jisoo's toes curl and her spine tingle. The whisper was warm, soft, and oh so enticing. Jennie was calling to her like a siren.
"Mmmm." Jisoo grumbled, turning her face to bury it into Jennie's chest.
"Time to wake up." Jennie nuzzled her neck with the tip of her nose, tickling Jisoo slightly.
Jisoo's eyes flew open in surprise and she leaned back, glancing up at Jennie.
She was spot on, with her vision. Jennie was wearing some old band tee of Jisoo's, her brunette mane tousled from the slumber she'd just emerged from.
Jisoo always thought it odd that Jennie always woke up at seven a.m. sharp. It was her weird internal body clock, both a curse on the weekends, and a blessing on the weekdays.
She offered to wake Jisoo up, rather than the harsh buzzing and blaring of her phone alarm, and who was Jisoo to refuse such a divine offer?
"Good morning, Jisoo." Jennie greeted softly, a smile gracing her features. It wasn't something that ever really got old-waking up next to Jisoo. It was something she cherished endlessly, something she couldn't ever really believe. Jennie was seen as the goddess-like football star, the rich heiress, physical perfection- but the truth was far colder. Jisoo saw her for the broken girl she was, with the absence of familial support marring her childhood. She always lived in the quiet fear of abandonment, and Jisoo- being her closest friend and lover, was the one she feared losing most. So, waking up beside her every morning was a quiet, soothing sort of amelioration to the fear. It reminded her that Jisoo longed to be nowhere else. Jisoo loved her, and chose her. That was a concept Jennie would never, ever take for granted.
"What are you thinking about, pretty girl?" Jisoo asked, when she noticed that Jennie was lost in a smile and a dreamy gaze, forgetting to answer her.
"You." Jennie replied honestly, smirking when Jisoo's fingers appreciatively traced her bicep.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" Jisoo batted her eyelashes flirtatiously, earning a soft kiss on her forehead.
