Three Strikes You're Out | Jenlisa

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                   Look at my moon and stars, how they shine for you~

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"My love uppy time." Soft pats on her bottom awoke the blonde, lifting her head from  Jennie's breast. "Good morning." She blinked, removing her cloudy vision, her eyes growing in awe.

She'd almost forgotten Jennie had returned. "Morning." Lisa sold a toothless smile hiding her face in Jennie's neck, cinnamon vanilla itching her nose.

Jennie pulled the blanket, tucking it at Lisa's neck. "How's your head?" She asked, teasing her fingers within Lisa's hair. "My head?" She let out a hum the blonde furrowed her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" "Last night silly." Jennie snickered. "You hit your head when you flinched, and then you cried." Heat burnt her face trying to recall herself crying over bumping her head. "I did?" She hummed glimpsing at the clock.

"We should get going. It's almost six." "Six? can't we go later?" Jennie shook her head. "I want to take you somewhere. And don't worry, it's safe."

"How can I be so sure?" Lisa pursed her lips up to her nose, filling her cheeks with air. She followed how Jennie squished her cheeks together blowing out the warm breath.

"Because you should." She sighed, pushing the blanket off herself, her uniform was replaced, with an orchid purple sweater, a cigarette printed in the middle. "Oh," Her eyes bulge out of its socket.

"Your clothes are in that bag." Jennie aimed across the room. "T-thanks." "Shall we get going?" She confirmed, putting her arms through the loops. "If you're hungry there's food in there."

The sun had just begun to rise, the sky burned purple and blue, raw wind flurried leaves. "Are we there yet?" She gained furthermore impatient. For the last 10 minutes, she did nothing but make Jennie sigh.

"We're almost there just be patient." "But we've been walking for an hour!" Lisa whined, kicking a pile of leaves. "It's only been 10 minutes darling." The blonde huffed at her bangs. "Are we there now?"

"Yeah." She frowned, looking at a large bush, a few white flowers starting to bloom. "Really? All that to look at a bush? Jennie!" Her hands slapped by her side. She wanted to scream at the amount of tiredness and frustration thriving in her.

"Maybe walk through it?" Jennie suggested hugging herself. "But bugs I don't-" "Lili come on I promise you'll be fine you're not gonna die." The blonde glanced at the bush.

"I'm gonna push you in three two." "No! You have to go first." Jennie smiled, guiding Lisa's hand in hers, leading her in. The blonde squints her eyes while swatting away spiky branches. Once she could no longer feel leaves running on her hand, her eyes flew open.

Jennie heard the audible gasp of awe she expected. "Oh," Calm waves glide on the sand, thin clouds loom under the sun starting to rise into the purple sky.

Jennie walked down a steep but small hill of sand pulling the admiration along. "Why so shocked?" Lisa blinked. "Is this even allowed?" "What is?" The feline rested in the sand, patting a spot nearby.

"This." Lisa groaned, burying her feet in the sand, leaning her head on Jennie's shoulder. "Having a beach here." "It's mine, no one knows about it. Remember, in high school. You told me going to Oxford was your dream?"

Lisa nodded, rolling her fingers between the cool sand. "So, I came here when you left and did a few things. My love?" Jennie purred. "Yeah?" "Be mine." Those two words were demands. It wasn't gentle, it was grim.

A poor smile hid on her lips, setting her hands above Jennie's folding their fingers together. "I am." Lisa's thumb moves in circles behind Jennie's hand. "You're mine. I'm not losing you again, promise?"

"Promise." The two pinkies tangle together, Jennie and Lisa's lips pecking their thumbnails, before pressing them together. "I pinky swear, I'm yours only yours."

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The faint whimpers and sobs coming from the bathroom brought guilt and pain drilling into the muscle beating inside her chest. For the past four minutes, the younger locked herself in there trying to silence her cries.

In an hour or two, it would be declared, from the police, Lisa had gone missing for twenty-four hours, and it only crushed her more.

Now that Jennie hadn't been seen in bed earlier she assured Rosé Jennie tagged along in the small search. She felt contented to know Jennie would be willing to help.

Jisoo continued to repeat the same patterns of knocks. "Rosé, come out she's okay." The sniffing stopped. "Open the door." "How do you-" She paused, wincing at her stuffy voice reclearing her throat.

"How do you know? She hasn't come back yet!" "What if she does? I know we've only met, but you think negative way too much." She heard undertones on the other side. "Rosé."

The fuzz on her neck stood up, the way her name rolled off Jisoo's tongue it sounded fragile. The nob began to turn, Rosé coming insight with her irritated eyes. "What if she's dead." "She's not quite saying that will you?" "How do you know!" The Aussie cried.

"I just happen to know lot's of things." She glanced out the window grinning at the confusion written on Rosés face. Jisoo's words rerun in her head until she found something to star at, ruining her focus.

She dreaded the long silence."Know what things?" The oldest exhaled, slowly extending her hand. "Will you trust me?" Rosé stiffened looking balk, unsure of the question. The Aussie glared at her hand, beginning to hold her cheek.

Her mouth quivered, struggling to give a response afraid her face glowed red. "Trust me." The Aussie believed she'd seen her eyes shade for a moment, she was lost, "Trust me."