Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 11

It's the vibration of her phone, buzzing in her jacket pocket somewhere across the room, that wakes Jennie in the early hours. The murky grey half-light that spills through the curtains tells her it must be sometime before dawn. The one bare leg she has sticking out of the sheets is freezing but there's a toasty, pillowy warmth at her back; hot breath against her neck; an arm draped around her middle; a palm loosely cupping one of her boobs.

She's about an inch away from the edge of the mattress and Jisoo's hogging the covers but there isn't a single thing Jennie would change about her current situation.

Minutes pass before she feels the shift and stretch of Jisoo behind her. Before she feels the gentle press of lips at the top of her spine, between her shoulder blades. Then Jisoo's hand on her arm, urging Jennie onto her back.

That first glimpse of Jisoo clogs the breath in Jennie's throat. Despite the crazy sex hair and the smudge of her eye makeup, Jisoo looks so, so beautiful. Propped up on one elbow, she leans over, an easy smile on her face.

"Wait. I've got horrible morning breath. It's like something crawled in there and died," Jennie says, trying not to open her mouth too much. She runs her tongue over the fuzziness coating her front teeth and grimaces.

"Jennie, like I give a fuck."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you about the noxious fumes."

Jisoo rolls her eyes as she slips her hand behind Jennie's neck.

"Shut up and kiss me."

It isn't until much later that Jennie remembers about her phone. Ignoring Jisoo's protests for her to stay in bed, Jennie slips out from under the covers and goes in search of her jacket. She finds it in a careless heap by the door and fishes her phone out the inside pocket.

Four texts, all from Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung [00:32]: Just checking you haven't been abducted into sexual slavery by Jisoo and her porn associates.

Chaeyoung [1:47]: I'd hate to see your face on the side of a milk carton. Not because I care, just because it'd put me off my Captain Crunch.

Chaeyoung [2:25]: Could you drag yourself away from Jisoo's magic pussy for two seconds to let your lifelong bestie know you haven't drowned in it? Thank you.

Chaeyoung [6:13]: BINCH, FOR REAL. TEXT ME WHEN YOU SEE THIS OR IMMA CALL THE COPS.

From this point onwards Chaeyoung really has no right to call Jennie melodramatic. She shakes her head and taps out a quick reply.

Jennie [7:02]: So touched by your concern. I'm alive and well. Talk to you later.

Now that's dealt with she saunters back to the bed, aware of the way Jisoo's eyes openly rove over her naked form and blushing only slightly because of it. She clambers on top of the sheets and allows Jisoo to pull her down into her arms. They both can't seem to stop smiling at each other. It's kind of ridiculous.

Jisoo reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind Jennie's ear. "I've been thinking—"

"Careful. You might injure yourself."

"Har har."

Jisoo pokes Jennie's side.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, maybe we could get started on the portrait today? I mean, if you don't have any other plans." Her eyes dip to somewhere around Jennie's chin. "You probably have stuff to do, places to be, all that jazz."