Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 8

By the time class finishes Jennie's basically a zombie. She's spent the past two and a half hours fighting back yawns and rubbing at her eyelids, only to remember the coat of mascara she hastily applied before dashing out this morning, which is probably now smeared across her cheeks. She's pretty sure she must resemble a raccoon at this point if the odd looks she receives as she shambles from the lecture theatre back to her dorm room are any indication.

The room's mercifully empty, the only signs of Krystal being the unmade bed, a discarded heap of clothing on the carpet, and the used cereal bowl that still contains some dregs of milk left on the nightstand. For once Jennie's too weary to become aggravated by the mess.

She lowers herself onto her own bed with a sigh and pulls out her phone, intending to set the alarm for a power nap before Gender and Transnational Politics with Professor Yoo. So the text notification she finds waiting for her on the lock screen comes as a pleasant surprise.

Jisoo [9:52]: did you make it to class?

Jennie [10:47]: Yes. Sorry, my phone was on silent. Thanks again for the ride.

She watches the speech bubble animation appear, grey out for half a minute, then light up again.

Jisoo [10:50]: kinda wanted to take you back to my apartment instead. is that bad?

As if Jennie's in any position to pass moral judgement when she lowkey wishes Jisoo had followed through on that impulse. A nap seems like an increasingly distant prospect now because, God, her mind is reeling thinking about all the ways that scenario might've played out.

Jennie [10:52]: I probably would've let you.

Jisoo [10:52]: now you tell me :(

Jennie [10:53]: I'll make it up to you.

Jisoo [10:53]: how?

The escalating suggestiveness has Jennie smiling unbidden. She shifts onto her side, cheek pressed against the pillow.

Jennie [10:55]: That's for me to know and you to find out but... I think you'll be satisfied.

In lieu of a text, the reply comes two minutes later in the form of a selfie. In it, Jisoo's wearing a coy little smile, eyes lidded, a hint of tongue caught between pearly teeth. Backlit by the sun, her hair is a tousled golden blaze. She looks gorgeous. Like a fallen angel, cast from the heavens to ruin Jennie's life one photograph at a time. For some reason, Jennie likes this selfie better than any of the nudes.

It must be fatigue impairing her judgement; she can't think what else compels her to respond with:

Jennie [11:01]: How is it possible for you to look this beautiful on so little sleep?

Jisoo [11:02]: smooth. corny but smooth

Jisoo [11:02]: keep it coming

Jennie [11:03]: You will be.

Jisoo [11:04]: stop. you're making me wanna drive over there

It doesn't take a Powerpoint presentation with fancy transitions to explain that this would, by any objective measure, be a terrible idea. Because, a) Jennie doesn't know when Krystal will be back; and, b) there's the not insignificant fact that it's only been a matter of hours since she and Jisoo saw one another last. Since she woke up surrounded by Jisoo, all mussed hair and the tangle of limbs. Since Jisoo kissed her so thoroughly in the parking lot that Jennie can still taste her on her lips.