"Jisoo, babe- you home?"
"Yeah, up here!"
Jennie chuckled and set down her bag on a chair before making her way upstairs. After quickly changing into something more comfortable, she popped her head into Jisoo's studio to find her sitting cross-legged amidst a circle of unfinished paintings, sipping on a mug of coffee and looking very focused.
"What are you doing?"
"I got the job."
"Really?" Jennie asked, astonished, expecting Jisoo to be more excited. But she remained focused as ever, her eyes running over the paintings before her consistently without break. "That's great, right?"
"Mhm."
"But what's this?"
Jisoo glanced at her briefly before gesturing at the paintings spread out before her. "I'm trying to figure out which works to send over to San Francisco for the gallery to take a look at. I applied for a job, I didn't even talk about wanting a show or whatever, and when they called me to tell me I got the job they asked me if I had any original works, and now they want to see them – I mean they've seen my portfolio, and they're interested and want a few samples. I don't know what to choose."
Jennie walked over and eyed the works for a while before pointing to the one to Jisoo's left. "I like that blue one."
"With the people falling out of the sky?"
"Yeah. It's surreal and yet somehow so...realistic."
"It's cute when you try to talk art to me."
"I try."
Jisoo smirked. "How was your day?"
"Gruelling. Just paperwork today, setting up for the move and that sort. I can't wait to get to San Francisco and just...not be cleaning out endless cupboards and shelves of old files."
"And I'll actually have a job," Jisoo smiled. "I can't wait, and I never thought I'd be anxious to have a job. But I totally am."
Jennie returned her smile. "Have you talked to your mom yet?"
Jisoo made a face. "I don't know how to start that conversation. 'Hey Mom, I'm moving to San Francisco in like two weeks, sorry I didn't talk to you earlier about it' just doesn't feel right."
"Just start with 'hey Mom'. You'll figure the rest out."
Jisoo let out a grumble. "She'll be mad I didn't tell her earlier."
"Well, if you want her to come to our farewell party, you need to invite her."
"I know, I know."
Jennie went back to the door, but was stopped on her way out when Jisoo turned around and asked:
"When's your interview again?"
"Tomorrow at four, at the office. You can still come, right?"
"Of course, if you want me. I'll be there."
"Great. What do you want for dinner?"
"There's chicken in the fridge."
Jennie laughed. "You want me to make something?"
"Yes, please."
"And you're going to call your mother?"
"Why do you have to sound so patronizing when you say that?"
"Jisoo, I don't want Dara being mad at both of us if we end up leaving without telling her. I'm starting to think you're putting this off on purpose."
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The Marrying Type || Jensoo & Chaelisa
FanfictionJisoo Kim isn't the marrying type. Anything but that. Marriage, for her, is out of the question. And yet, through some sick and confusing twist of fate, she finds herself with a wife that she cannot recall a thing about. Hell, she doesn't even know...