french fries & milk ice-cream// JENLISA ONESHOTS

someone you like

title is from the girl and the dreamcatcher's song of the same title

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She shouldn't be doing this.

There are exactly eighteen reasons she can think of, off the top of her head, and they're all marked as being 23w ago.

20w ago is casual lurking with a creepy streak. 23w ago means the CIA are going to knock her door down for cyberstalking. She's a criminal in the eyes of the law and a sinner in the eyes of God.

She can see it now:

Reasons for Going to Hell: Being Gay, Unironically Watching Naruto For Three Years, Cyberstalking Most Popular Girl in School (Yikes, Man).

If she likes a picture, by accident, now, it's game over for her.

Lisa's only been doing this for, like, ten minutes, though. She'd only found out Jennie had Instagram yesterday, when she had liked one of Chaeyoung's group selfies of her, Lisa and Jisoo.

She'd originally clicked on her account to hate-read a few of the girl's inspirational quotes she has in swirly, aesthetic letters on a few of her pictures:

"The wound is where the light gets in."

"Tomorrow is always a better day."

"Good times with better people."

And her captions, dear God:

"Sometimes the best caption, is no caption at all."

"Then don't put a caption, you prep," she hisses at her phone screen, attracting more than a few weird stares from the kids getting ready for class. She glares right back at them, hiding her phone screen from view in the crook of her elbow

She's sitting at the back, naturally, and Jennie is already seated in the front row, looking way too chipper to be doing calculus on a Monday morning, and is already talking avidly with Ms Sandara. Total and complete kiss ass.

Still, really cute though.

She keeps scrolling.

*

(Lisa is pretty sure Jennie has exactly zero idea that she's the hottest girl in school.

She's not entirely sure when it happened. She doesn't really remember paying much attention to her until the start of the year, and they've never talked - not really.

She sees her, though, leant up against a locker, chatting with her obnoxiously loud friends and laughing with those shining, cat-like, gorgeous-gorgeous eyes. It starts like that, with a few passing glances turning into outright staring, because God, she is beautiful.

She sees her, pressed up against the wall of the school at break times, laughing or smiling or just talking, as the sunlight makes a home on her skin, and she just—shuts down, a little bit.

She sees her, practically jumping at the chance to help the teacher hand back the chemistry tests, and resolutely not looking at anyone else's result. Her hand lingers (for just a moment, just a second) on the table, as she slides Lisa's back to her. When Lisa looks up, elbow propped on table and cheek propped on hand, she finds Jennie looking back at her. And she thinks—very, very briefly—that she sees... something, there, before the girl is averting her eyes and moving on.

Jennie is, like, entirely too gorgeous. Entirely too everything.

And, it's so, so unfortunate. Because she is exactly the type of girl Lisa cannot stand.)