The Marrying Type || Jensoo & Chaelisa

Chapter 67

The next morning Jennie was woken at 8 am sharp by a phone call from Taeyeon. Jisoo grumbled and pulled the covers over her head, and Jennie muttered a few curses before grabbing the phone and getting out to let Jisoo have her peace.

"Morning, Taeyeon."

"Good morning," Taeyeon said. "You're needed for some questions at the station tomorrow."

"That's all fine, right?" Jennie asked. "I'm not being charged-"

"No, you're not. They want to ask you questions about your parents."

"That should be fine. Tomorrow?"

"Yes, at 1. I'll arrange for a car to get you."

"That'd be great, yeah. Anything new come up?"

"Well, there's evidence that your parents used their money to...well, in essence, the extent of their manipulation of your life has come to light. In all fairness, you could file another suit to-"

"I won't do that," Jennie cut off. "I don't need any more of their money, especially if it's dirty."

"Fair enough."

"But are they in custody now?"

"Yes, and I believe they will be transported to Sing Sing later this week."

"How about my uncle?"

"He will be sent to a federal prison, given his crime spanned not only multiple states but countries."

"Good."

"How about you? Your phone should be alright to use now, and I hope you haven't had anyone knocking on your door."

"No, we haven't. Thus far all's good."

"That's great. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Should I do some work from home?"

"If you like, but I'm not requiring you to. Take a break."

Jennie smiled. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

When Jennie walked back into the bedroom, she found Jisoo had fallen back asleep – she'd stretched out in the middle of the bed, the sheets only covering her lower body and leaving her entire back bare and for Jennie to admire. Her tattoo was illuminated in the soft morning light, the wing running over her shoulder blade to her arm looking darker and somehow more prominent than usual. Jennie stood in the doorway for a moment, not daring to disturb the sight before her; Jisoo's face was turned to the side, her mouth was a little open, and Jennie could've sworn she saw a little dribble of drool at the corner of her mouth. She laughed softly and shook her head as she went over to the bed and promptly climbed over and on top of Jisoo, eliciting an annoyed groan from the dark-haired under her.

"Get off me," Jisoo grumbled. "You're too hot."

"Damn right I am," Jennie murmured as she settled fully on top of Jisoo and ran a hand along her arm. "And no, I'm not getting off."

"It's too hot."

"If I open the balcony door, can I stay here then?"

"What, on top of me? Like some weird sandwich?"

"I wanna cuddle."

"We literally cuddled all night."

"Yes, but I want more. I haven't seen you nearly enough."

"That is true," Jisoo yawned. "Why is it so hot in here?"

"Might be because you're wearing sweatpants," Jennie suggested as she made her way back to Jisoo from the balcony door.