Jensoo Futa Shots

Suppression of Secrecy

Futa!Jennie
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A scene like any other. To the point that the spectators have seen this tango way too many times to count. Of course, the loud voices, the heavy footfalls against the echoey hallway draws their gaze, magnetizing onto two girls. Jennie, huffy and her usually perfect hair disheveled. Jisoo, shoulders heaving, pink-cheeked. Both furious.

Not one in the audience ever know the source of the argument. They rarely do. Often, it starts with slammed doors, stomping footsteps. Yelling, yelling, furious huffing, and sometimes, locker doors being slammed. The shouting too, was often incoherent. But one thing proves certain: Jennie and Jisoo definitely hate each other. Perhaps it has to do with the social hierarchy. Jisoo, the head cheerleader, a Kim. A white, upstanding Christian girl that rules the school.

And then Jennie with her overachieving ways, the way her haughty chin tilts upward. Her brow, a perfect arch while she stomps away from Jisoo who trails after her with bared teeth. A wolf stalking after her prey in an attempts to sink her teeth into her prey’s neck to silence her once and for all.

They need not shoulder past the steady stream of students walking past them for they part to let the bickering pair through. As if immersed in their own little world, Jennie speaks fast while Jisoo quickens her step in her attempt to listen to every word that falls out of Jennie’s mouth, if only to give a proper and scathing rebuttal.

Jennie stomps her way up the stairs. “Every time you whisper in Coach Sylvester’s ear, you empower her to do more damage to the glee club. And right now? YG club is all you have.” She faces Jisoo at the top of the landing, a few steps higher than Jisoo so she looks down at the breathless head cheerleader. “And if I were you, I’d recognize who my true friends are. And I’d practice a little bit more because you obviously have a lot you need to express.”

Jisoo’s shoulders heave.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

The veins on her marble neck become more defined. She releases a breath, twirls around, and leaves. Jennie watches her go.

This all occurs in front of unaware spectators. Jennie makes a quick pass over the faces of those milling around her, hoping they believe their little act before turning and climbing up the stairs. She carries on with the rest of her day as if all is normal. She attends her classes and YG club all while avoiding the steady, piercing gaze of one Jisoo Kim.

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It is not until Jennie is home that her shoulders lose all tension. Once she hears the door click shut behind her, Jennie lets out a soft, loaded breath. She fixes a snack for herself: a peanut butter sandwich, as well as a grilled cheese with a side of sliced pickles. She hums while she waits. Her heart, a metronome of a thing, beats a tad bit faster when she hears another set of keys sliding into the lock of the front door.

In comes Jisoo, her hair in a disheveled ponytail. If Sue Sylvester sees her in such a state, she’ll be kicked out of the Cheerios for sure. She dumps her duffel bag onto the floor and holds out her arms. Jennie smiles tender and balls herself into a body that fits perfectly in Jisoo’s arms.

“I made you a snack,” Jennie murmurs, her face pressed against the curve of Jisoo’s shoulder.

“I know. I could smell the butter and melted cheese a mile away.” Jisoo chuckles and reaches behind Jennie to pick up the half triangle of the sandwich to take a big bite. Jennie stays wrapped in Jisoo’s arms, enjoying the chewing sounds, the minute movements of Jisoo’s body, the way she swallows.