The Deal (Jenlisa x Chaennie Fanfic)

XLI - Mad

The moment Lisa woke up without Jennie tangled to her being, was the very moment she had accepted, what they have, if there's any, is now nulled, voided, discarded, or anything terrifying more than the thought of their divorce.

We're still married.

With that, she toughened herself, getting herself ready to face her wife's cold hell, that, she had a taste yesterday. The threat of the ear-wrecking silence. A stranger's disheartening gaze.

Her non-existence.

Standing on her feet, she stared at her own reflection through her wife's bathroom mirror.

I'll exist. Even if it means I have to be your enemy.

After the un-italized, not a word, flashback they had the night before, they instantly fell asleep. Dead tired. Jennie might now had the adequate energy to ignore her, loathe on every fiber of her being.

Lisa rinsed the heart-breaking thought as she washed her face with the cold running water. And looked at her reflection once more.

Hate me all you want. There's no way I could stop loving you now.

Romeo walked confidently towards the door, out of the room where the scent of her wife still lingers, seeping down her pores, crawling under her skin. And as if invading her senses wasn't enough, Lisa opened the door to see the human embodiment of her wife.

"Good morning." Surprised Jennie had managed to flash her lovely smile at her eyes-wider-than-usual wife. "I was just about to wake you up, let's have breakfast together."

Lisa, forgetting what words are for, only watched her wife's back, feet following through without permission.

Was it all a dream?

"Would you mind if I asked you to sit beside me?" Jennie asked peering over her shoulder with a cheeky smile, before they could reach the dining area.

Is this also a dream?

With that thought, she rapidly shook her head side to side had Jennie mistaken for an answer, pulling the chair for senseless Lisa to occupy.

When all are settled, paranoid Lisa eyed her eating-in-refined-manner wife, with a suspicion of a threat for the national security.

What is she plotting? Will she do horrible things behind her back? Like Jennie thought she did. Killing her with kindness? Making her taste her own medicine?

Whatever it is, it's working.

"Why aren't you eating?" Jennie asked concerned, searching her wife's eyes.

"Why are you acting like that?"

Lisa didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

"Excuse me?"

Jennie grinning in amazement didn't help.

"We both know you are not dumb, so drop this."

Jennie held her utensils midair looking at her PMS-ing wife, still wearing her bewildered grin.

"I don't see anything wrong with me, having a proper breakfast with my wife."

Lisa bit her bottom lip, they shouldn't be having petty fights in front of these blessings, but

"You're mad at me Jennie Kim. Stop torturing me pretending you're not!"

"I am not mad at you."

That business-like tone infuriated Lisa more. Inhaling deep, she prepared to raise hell at the dining-

"I can't be." Jennie added quietly, the magic touch that made every rage dissolve out of Lisa's system.

She then took a deep breath again, this time, her nerves were at peace.

"Jen, it's ok if you're mad. I can take it. Be mad at me. Be mad at your father. Be mad at everything. You're just human too."

Lisa, with a benevolent expression persuaded her wife, like a priest knocking on a sinner's heart for repentance.

"Lisa, you, insisting that I am mad, is definetely going to make me mad."

Jennie then snickered, moved her utensils again and continued eating with Lisa sitting there, giving away a butt hurt expression.

"Eat hon. Or I'll start to get real mad at you." Jennie playfully threatened her always defeated wife, giggling softly, shaking her head.

Losing arguments since chapter one, the active volcano was once again provoked, rendering Jennie's endearment and cuteness inutile.

"You're acting like this to make me feel worse, aren't you? You want me to feel the way you felt when I betrayed you? Is that what you're playing for?"

Jennie halted again, this time putting her utensils down and looked Lisa dead in the eye.

"I'd already forgiven you even before you asked me to."

"And even if you would not." Jennie pronounced every consonants louder, then gracefully draped the table napkin against her mouth. Whoa fine dining at home.

"Don't erase people who do things with no underlying motives just because of those who have. We are not the same."

Jennie's last sentence rang in Lisa's ears like a boxing bell indicating the end of the round. With Jennie standing up, Lisa knocked-out.

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The limousine ride was not like the yesterday's silent hell. It's purposely sitting beside each other, making each other feel each other's hell. If that make sense, which it won't. Don't bother.

Jennie was real angry now, just as Lisa wanted her to be, but with a different sense of reason. And Lisa still wasn't done picking between guilt and pride.

So the first half of the day went on, with them mad at each other.

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Setting an appointment with the President for lunch requires a lot of connection, manipulation, and strategic ways of Captain Jisoo, but how would it be if the then-busy President is now the merged powerful empires' CEO?

Lisa doesn't know if her wife was even taking a break. So the only way to find out is to knock at her office door.

No door was locked in this fanfic. I suppose.

Lisa eased herself in, still with a grim expression, becoming darker at the sight of her wife working on a lunch break. This is illegal.

Jennie, stopped, not expecting to see her frowning wife inside her office.

"What can I do for you?" She quickly brought her eyes back at the stack of folders above her desk.

"Let's have lunch together." Lisa choked at her pride, without looking at her wife.

"I had to finish these after lunch." Jennie, replied in a soft tone, pleased at her wife's offering of reconciliation.

"K."

Then Lisa left disappointed Jennie, sighing at the thought of her wife giving up this easy.

These two were making this fanfic longer than it should be.

To be continued...

Can't sleep. Don't want to. Losing respect for tomorrow.