The Deal (Jenlisa x Chaennie Fanfic)

XXI - Lovely

Lisa hurriedly called for a helicopter and left his man with a note telling him she left for an emergency with a promise that she'll make it up to him and that this is not the last time they will meet throughout the deal. She intended to keep that promise.

It didn't take her an hour to arrive at her destination and conveniently, the place has a helipad. She was now at the entrance of the bar and it welcomed her, blood boiling in anger.

Jennie looked so wasted smiling broadly, propping an elbow to support her head at the bar with the same girl whose hand was now on her thigh, just above the exposed skin at the hem of her skirt. They're not talking but Jennie's laughing, she's too numb to even wonder why.

A huge candle-like hand tossed that hand away from Jennie's flawless thigh like it was some dirty rag. The thirsty offended girl looked up to recognize Lisa before her wife could even.

Lisa was about to spat something not kind at the girl but she already raised both her hands, surrendered and left the scene.

Jennie, still no idea her wife was now sitting in the place of the girl earlier, looked at the girl in front of her.

"You looook veeeeeryfamiliaaar nooow." Jennie slurred narrowing her eyes at her wife, pouting.

Lisa was supposed to be mad but her heart softened seeing how cute the fierce President could be when she's drunk. So, she just flashed a friendly smile at her wife.

"You think so? I bet she's pretty too." Lisa laughed at her clueless wife, imitating her pose, hands under chin.

"Nooooooo. Sheeeee's ...sheeeee's.." Jennie chuckled loud before finishing her sentence that pissed Lisa, she wanted to lash out on her wife but she waited for her to finish. Maybe it would not be that bad, she hoped.

"Sheeeeeee's cuuuuute. Yeaaah cuuute."

"Not pretty?!" Lisa frowned with how aggressive Jennie shook her head.

"Sheeee's cuuuuute. Biiig smiiile. Noo not preettty..." Jennie's hands were flying doing million gestures at a time.

"Sheee's ...." Jennie was so drunk lifting her head up, as if she's searching for words above her head, dreamily.

"Looovely."

Lisa thought her wife was silly, it meant exactly the same but with butterflies doing back flips on her stomach, she covered her mouth trying to control the huge smile creeping up her face.

"Really?"

"Noononono I doon meeeean to o..fffend youu but noo., not youuu. Myyy wiiiife."

The butterflies did the Harlem shake. Lisa now covered her whole face aching from smiling too much.

"Ok enough Mrs. Jennie Kim, we'll go home now." Lisa took Jennie's hand with the wedding ring and admired it, warmth spreading all over her chest, melted her when she overlapped their rings, touching her wife's hand with her own.

"Nooo, buuttthankyouuu. I'll go hoome with my wiiiife." Jennie infinitely slurred, but too weak to retract her hand from Lisa's grasp.

"Jennie, I am your wife. I'll take you home."

Jennie pouted again unbelieving, her mandu cheeks evident.

"Ok, what do I have to do to make you believe I'm your wife?"

Jennie pretended to think for a while, as if her brain functions well at the moment.

"Mmmmm? Tell meeee, where did youuu go wiiith thaaat bbboyfrieeend of yourrs."

"What?! That's unfair! You know I don't recognize places well! Think of another."

Jennie smiled broader than ever and stood meekly stumbling on her sitting perplexed wife.

"Let's goo hooome. You are my wiife indeeeed." Jennie feebly cupped her wife's cheeks that made Lisa's existence shiver with the delicate touch.

Lisa still flustered and baffled, just helped her wife. But Jennie's knees were wobbling like jellies so Lisa decided to carry her wife on her back until they reached the rooftop.

Lisa tucked Jennie inside the chopper, and ordered some of their guards to find Jisoo wherever the hell she was and make sure she's still alive.

With that, they flew home, with Lisa's heart contented, Jennie sleeping soundly, head on her shoulder, and with their guards having new found hope seeing their ship breathing again.

To be continued.....