Chapter Twenty

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Lisa•••

"I ended it." she said. "He just doesn't want to see you and I together. I'll take care of it, Lisa." she said.

If I weren't suffering over a hangover, I would have stormed out of the apartment and strode right in wherever Kai could be. It was irksome to find out that Jennie didn't tell me the whole truth about him and I had to find out that way. But seeing her unnerved as she came clean, told me to keep the bile in, and that she just wasn't ready to talk about it before, even if it's been eight months since they broke off their relationship.

"I don't want you to see him ever again." I said, because as my first impression of him wasn't very pleasant, the mention of just his name is already provoking me in the slightest.

Jennie said that she always shuts him down whenever he comes to the café, as she should. "I'll handle it." she said and was adamant about me never coming across him, even if it enrages me that he bothers Jennie and even after what he did last night. She was firm about this and I didn't want to upset her any more or let her down again, so I let it go and agree with her.

I'm not one to have bad blood between others. I can get angry and upset and lose my cool for a second, but never in front of anybody. I can argue, but never yell. Even if I'm done wrong by someone, I can't beat them down.

My mother taught me better than that. I've learned to step away from the things and people who give me those negative thoughts. To never stoop as low as the people who hurt me and to know my worth as I walk away from them.

I try to remember this the entire day. It's easy for me to let go of what Kai did with the picture last night, but I can't shake off the will to confront him for all he's done to Jennie— what he's doing to Jennie.

And I don't like this feeling.

It's antagonizing. I want to throw or break or shatter anything that could crash into pieces. The tension of my body heats up in me and I get so hotheaded that my headache returns every time the feeling grows stronger. And the feeling is in the grinding of my teeth, the clenching of my fist, the burn in my chest, and the bold red I see at the thought of Kai. It's in the need to punch the wall whenever I think of his face— that smug smile and obnoxious laugh and his ego as big as his airhead, and the thought of that standing in front of Jennie asking her to take him back like his idiotic, playboy, douche bag brain of his didn't hear all the times that she said 'no'— it's inflaming that his thick skull doesn't understand that 'no' means fucking 'no'.

Jennie takes my hand in hers and pulls me out of the train cart. I try to cool down as she holds my hand all the way to Jisoo's apartment because I might squeeze too hard if I keep thinking about Kai. That fucking bastard. "You okay?" she asks, nudging me out of my thoughts again.

"Of course." I kiss her hand and look around the streets as we walk.

"You're so quiet." she points out. "Is your headache gone?"

"Mhm."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, really."

"You're gonna have to do better than that." she titters, because I guess I'm just not convincing enough. My mind is far from empty, but I'm trying to convince myself that the red-hot feeling in me is nothing.

"Just a little tired."

She cocks her head up at me, really unconvinced.

But I choose not to bring out the negativity because it will blow over soon anyway. "I'm really okay, baby." I wrap my arm around her shoulder and kiss her temple. We reach the entrance of Jisoo's complex and head right up to her apartment number. Jennie texts Chaeyoung that we're outside the door and it opens to reveal the blonde, but Jisoo isn't around.

"She's in her room. I'm making something to eat, but I don't really know if she'll come out." Chaeyoung speaks in hushed tones and attends back to the stove.

"How was she when you got here?" I ask, removing mine and Jennie's coat to hang.

"She was a little on edge and couldn't really fix up a real sentence before she told me to make myself at home and locked herself in her room." she turns to Jennie. "I think you'll be better at talking to her. I might say the wrong thing because anything Taehyung still kinda gets on my nerves."

I think I know the feeling.

"Right." Jennie looks to me with assertiveness and I smile at her as to agree with Chaeyoung. She walks over to Jisoo's door and knocks twice. It takes another two knocks, "Chu, it's Jennie.", before she's let in.

I move over to help Chaeyoung in the kitchen as she cooks some fried chicken. I ask how work was today. She said Mr. Yang wasn't in the best mood, but still attended their meeting to discuss more projects for the comeback. She tells me a hefty load of her plans, but they're all big opportunities and sound like exciting experiences.

"Alice says that the radios back in Australia are playing my song every night." she tells me in contentment and it gives me a chance to raise a question I've been keeping in the back of my mind for the right time.

While gathering Jisoo's cutlery out of the cupboard, I ask the question casually. "How's your family these days?"

"They're fine."

"That's good."

"We talk everyday."

That sends a pang to my chest. I don't know what it is— if it's because of me and something I've done in our relationships that the girls don't feel like telling me the truth these days. But I just shrug this off too because maybe she isn't ready like Jennie wasn't. "What did they say about the comeback?"

She drops a chicken in the oil and dodges the boiling splatters from hitting her.

"You okay?" I hand her a paper towel and she wipes off her hands from the drops that did hit her.

"Yeah, sorry— uhm— They like it. Yeah, they said it's really good. They like the dance especially and told me to tell you that."

"I'm glad to hear." I say in honesty.

"By the way, are you okay? With Momo and Kai and all." she must have been waiting for the right time to raise this question of her own. Perhaps, redirecting the topic to anything from her family would be a right time.

"I'm fine." I bring the plates to the table. "It was a crazy night and weird and— Jennie and I talked about it so..." It would only be fair to explain things properly, piece by piece until she understands why I left her at the party, especially because it involves all her circles of friends.

But it's just too weird to speak of with Chaeyoung.

"That's good." she concurs, not really sure of what to say next.

It's too serious for our taste.

"Yeah." I finish getting the table ready and clean up the kitchen while she finishes up the food. She plates our dinner nicely and sets it down on the table. She asks about my parents and I tell her they've been well.

Because of how things turned out last night, I only got to call my mother back this morning. She wasn't the least worried that I missed her call last night though, because she assumed that I was already fast asleep as it was past midnight. Her telling was better than what actually happened, so I left it at that.

Thinking about it now, maybe I understand why some things are better left unsaid.

Now that dinner is ready and the kitchen is clean, all there's left to do is wait for Jennie and Jisoo to come out. It's been about an hour. I wait in slight impatience because I hate to be out of the loop and the chicken is going to get cold and I don't want to be left in my thoughts any longer because it might just direct back to what I've been trying to unthink all day. 

"I wonder what they're talking about." Chaeyoung says, appearing to be growing impatient, too.

"I'm sure Jennie is calming her down. She's good at that." I smile to myself, thinking of the thumb rubbing and still tone of a whisper that is Jennie's voice saying that everything is going to be okay.

"God, that smile of yours for Jennie is never going away, huh."

"I can't help it." The thinking of the tiresome days we've had, but always finding myself under her kisses and hot breath against my neck, with her soft fingers tracing the veins on my forearms and our bodies skin to skin while she drapes over me and the dim lights accentuating her in all her beauty when she arches— especially, when she arches and throws her head back on—

"Lisa!" a pillow hits my face. "Stop daydreaming about Jennie like that in front of me!"

"Like what?" I toss the pillow back.

"You know what— you were about to chew your lip off, perv." I can't stifle my laughs as she grumbles. "You guys are cute and all, but save your wet dreams when I'm not around so I don't have to imagine it."

"Imagine it?!"

"Oh, just shut up— I don't wanna see it!" she covers her ears and shuts her eyes tight, but we both know the pictures drawing in her head.

"Alright, alright." I laugh, sliding further into the couch. Chaeyoung huffs and glares at me as she frees her ears. "I top really well, just so you know."

"Yah!"

Just as I'm hit by the pillow again, Jisoo's door opens. The air shifts as Jisoo walks out behind my girlfriend, who flashes a small smile at me. "Looks good, Rosie." she compliments the food and motions for Jisoo to sit at the table. Her hair is tied in a mess and dark circles rim under her red eyes, suggesting that she didn't get much sleep. I still second guess whether she's been crying or not, because I don't know what that would look like for I've never seen it.

We all sit at the table. I take Jennie's hand under and squeeze, looking to her in question if things went well. She gives me that small smile again and squeezes back. It takes a minute for her to warm up, but Jisoo engages in our conversations over dinner. We don't mention anything about the rumors and talk only about the lighthearted.

It's not until Chaeyoung drops off Jennie and I at my apartment, that I find out about Jisoo and Taehyung's relationship. That it is indeed with deeper intentions. I find out that Jisoo didn't cry, but certainly didn't get any sleep since the stories came out. "Taehyung was called in by his CEO to talk about the issue. He told Jisoo that the two companies still want to continue with the collab, but the dating needs to stop. After that, they need to cut ties." Jennie says sadly. She traces those shapes and lines she always does on my stomach.

"But what did Mr. Yang say himself?"

She shrugs. "He didn't ask to meet with Jisoo or even call her, but we all know what he thinks of all this."

It's a scary situation to be in. Chaeyoung said that Mr. Yang was not 'in the best mood' during her meeting today, referring to the news that sparked. That is already frightening enough and I'm worried for our friend if Mr. Yang is truly displeased with what she has been doing.

"She really likes him, though." Jennie says, soft and quiet. "And I think Taehyung really likes her, too."

"She said that?"

"Well, not exactly.". I tilt my head at her. "The way she talks about him— I just know."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I talk about you the same—" she stops herself and a grin spreads on my face.

"What was that?" I question in amusement. She buries her face on my shoulder and let's out a whine. "Were you about to say that you talk to Chu about me?"

"No..."

"I think that's exactly what you were going to say."

"Oh, please." she mutters and looks up at me. "Are you telling me that you don't talk to Rosie about me?"

My face heats up remembering how I was actually fantasizing about her in front of our friend.

"I guess, I don't feel so embarrassed to admit it then." she captivates my lips. My cheeks go hotter and hotter as it grows passionate, rougher, even. She slides her hand under my shirt and pulls me closer around the waist, digging her hand under to touch my back. Her leg slips between mine and I moan when she presses her knee to my core.

Unlike how guarded and chary I've been all day, I am open and vulnerable under Jennie. Ready to let her in in all the ways she could. I let her peel my clothes off until I'm bare and I shudder as she runs her fingers down my front. She hovers over me, looking at me with darker eyes and a hunger in her like she wants to dive in me, too.

I'm completely defenseless when she seethes inside of me.

"Baby..." I'm tight, "Mhm..." and wet, and when she slips in a third finger, I'm stretched. There's a sharpness to it that clouds my mind. It could be painful, but not with Jennie. Never with Jennie because she knows all the right places to hit. "Oh!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. God, yes."

She takes my parted lips hotly and thrusts faster and deeper. She takes my erect nipples and palms them and kneads them and, "Fuck..." sucks them.

"I love you so much." she whispers against my chest, so quiet and tender, "I love you so bad, Lisa." like she wants me to believe that it's nothing but truth. And I know that I want to tell her I love her all the same, but when I open my mouth, it's a strangled moan that comes out of me as she pounds quicker.

Her thumb rubs my clit, making me wither in sheer pleasure. She pulls me even closer by the waist, lifting me slightly off the bed and into her fingers. I fist the sheets tighter like my walls are with her in me. "Look at me." she breathes out, but I don't open my eyes because I'm just so close and— "Baby." I know one look and I'll— "Look at me, Lisa."

Oh, god.

I open up and it's the most overwhelming sensation I've ever felt as I come undone. I scream her name in rhapsody and just let her take me until I'm breathless. It's intense and powerful and I'm still shaking after she pulls out of me. Her pillow kisses ease me down— all the way down, but I clench my legs together because I'm just so overwhelmed. "Lisa?" she comes back up to me in confusion.

"S-Sorry, just..." I swallow down hard. She just feels so good and she's just so— I need— "Give me a sec." I cup her face and kiss her to let her know I'm fine. I just need a few seconds for my mind to process how loved I am by her. And when I've managed to catch my breath, I spread my legs apart and her soft lips tend to my throbbing core, finishing me off with her slick tongue.

When she lies down next to me, I assert myself and remove the pajamas I lent her. "I think your neck is a little pale." she shudders at this. I go straight for her pulse, sucking on the sweet spot while rocking down on her hips. I slip my leg between hers and she moans at a particular grind. I glide my tongue down to her chest, taking in her erect nipples. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging when I suck hard.

To return the favor, and as promised, I pull away to fetch her the surprise she asked for. "Lisaaa." she groans, grabbing my wrist before I could get off the bed.

"I'll be right back, wait for me." I pull the sheets to cover her.

"How could you leave me like this after already starting?" she whines, but I'm already rummaging through my bathroom drawers. If I remember correctly, it should be somewhere around here. "You want me to get myself off, is that it?"

Found it.

I appear back in the room with the toy behind my back. Her frustrations seem to leave her when she notices, because she bites her lip hard and throws off the blanket. I get back on the bed, sitting on my knees right in front of her. She props herself on her elbows, eyeing my body, then gawking at the strap on I dangle in sight. "You dirty girl..." she coys.

"Do you know," I secure the toy on me and Jennie is close to drooling as she watches, "what I said to Chaeyoung about us?" I push her back down on the bed and spread her legs. She closes her eyes and hums in response. I glide my fingers up her thigh, then cup her center. Her very, very, slick folds sound when I press my fingers against her.

"Ohhh..." it's a breathy moan that almost lets a growl out of me. Knowing how to hear more of it, I push two fingers in. "Fuck..." there you go.

I lean in to her ear and lick, making sure she hears every flick of the tongue. She holds on to my back and bucks her hips to my thrusting fingers. The furrow of her brows is adorable to see. "Wanna know what I said to her, baby?" I drag out my fingers, always loving to tease her a bit.

"W-What— mhm!" she jolts when I flick her clit.

She gasps when I bring the rather thick toy to where my fingers were and glide it on her folds. She looks at me, asking— begging me to do it already.

So I do.

"Uh! Lisa—." she winces when I push the toy in. I wait a moment, wanting to make sure she's okay. She's breathing heavily and clawing on my back as she tries to adjust to the girth. I bring my lips back to hers, hoping to soothe any pain she might be feeling. "Mhmm..." but she's moaning and her walls seem to be making way for me to push further in. I shower her with kisses and when there's no longer any space between us as I've seethed all of the toy in her, I start to pull out slowly.

"I said to her..." as the tip is about to come out, "that I top really well."

I "Oh!" thrust back in. "Lisa!" I rock back and forth steadily while kissing her nape. The breathy moans escaping her hit just by my ear and I'm drowning into her. She digs her nails to my skin to compensate with the pleasure, but the pain is arousing and I love making her feel this good. I intertwine our hands as I quicken the pace. "Yes— right there—" she arches her back and she's just so beautiful and there, the faint light of the room highlights every heavenly feature of Jennie's beauty. "There!" She's working her hips to get more friction, so I pound her as fast and as deep as I can and rub her clit because she's moaning and she's arching and she's just so beautiful. "Don't stop."

I don't.

"Don't stop don't stop don't stop"

"Fuck, Jennie."

"Don't— Oh! Oh!"

It's the most gratifying thing to make love to Jennie.

To hold her close and to be let in so intimately, where you can take her to a different space in such fulfillment as the two of you blend together in the comfort of your own bed, where you're dreaming of spending many more nights together because nothing can hurt you here.

And lying in each other's arms, staring at her glistening orbs while she promises that she loves you while the rest of the world is asleep is enough to believe that it's the most promising thing to be loved by Jennie.