Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 17

Slowly, incrementally, Jennie pushes back the covers. Careful as she is not to disturb the other occupant of the bed, she feels rather than hears Jisoo stir behind her: the subtle flex of Jisoo's fingers where they're tangled in the hem of her t-shirt; the soft exhalation of humid breath against the downy hairs at the nape of her neck; the press of Jisoo's knees against the backs of her thighs. It's only a second or two later when Jisoo mumbles, that sleep-scratchy voice sending an involuntary tingle down Jennie's spine, "Stay."

Jennie stretches her toes, fights a yawn.

"Going to make breakfast."

That draws a whine from Jisoo. She noses closer into Jennie's neck, clutches more firmly at Jennie's side. Indistinct words muffled against her skin that sound something like "warm" and "soft" and "don't" set off an entire flurry of fuzzy feelings within Jennie's ribcage.

She laughs softly as she attempts to push up from the mattress but a leg hooked over her hip traps her in place. It seems Jisoo's determined. Jennie flops back down onto her side, feels the victorious little kiss Jisoo plants against the top vertebra of her spine. She rolls over, smiling at the grumpy expression on Jisoo's face at being jostled so much. Wraps her arm around Jisoo's waist to cuddle her closer and watches the pinch between Jisoo's brows even out.

In the past two weeks, this has become something of a ritual whenever Jennie stays over. She's always the first to awaken-usually with chilly feet because she's sharing the bed with a blanket thief-to find Jisoo clinging to her like a koala. On the days Jennie wakes up alone in her dorm she misses these lazy mornings wrapped up in each other, both reluctant to leave their shared pocket of warmth. There isn't a part of it she isn't in love with: the messy splay of Jisoo's hair against the pillow; the delicate fan of dark lashes against the tops of Jisoo's cheeks; the deep brown of Jisoo's irises when she finally opens her eyes; how the skin around them crinkles when Jisoo gives her a slow, sleepy smile.

There isn't a part of Jisoo she isn't-

That thought stutters in Jennie's brain; stops the air in her lungs. Her lips part before she presses them tightly together again.

Tucking one hand under the pillow, Jisoo shifts closer. Those pretty eyes drift across Jennie's features. "Everything okay?"

"Yes." Jennie swallows. "Just thinking about the group presentation this afternoon."

It's only a partial lie. She is a little anxious about the presentation for Choi's class. Normally group projects are anathema to Jennie because there's always that one person who doesn't pull their weight and swoops in at the end to take their undeserved portion of the credit. But she'd been fortunate enough to be in a group with Wendy and Nayeon and they're as committed to achieving the best grade as Jennie is. In fact, they're both kind of cool and Jennie isn't sure why they haven't really talked before this assignment. Nayeon, in particular, is so friendly and they have a surprising amount in common beyond their dedication to smashing the patriarchy and strident opposition to industrialised fishing.

"Well," Jisoo reaches up to push a strand of hair off Jennie's face, thumb brushing over the apple of her cheek. The simple affection in that touch makes Jennie's heart swell, has her leaning closer. A faint smile twitches at the corner of Jisoo's lips. "You've been working really hard on this and I'm sure you're gonna nail it. But..." That smile edges into something much more lascivious as Jisoo lowers her voice. "Maybe you should nail me first. For luck?"

"God, Jisoo," Jennie groans and burrows her temple into the pillow.

A burst of husky laughter reaches her.

"What?"

"I hate that expression. It sounds so... I don't know. Brutal."

She looks back at Jisoo, gaze dropping to the tip of Jisoo's tongue poking between her teeth.