mon amour | jenlisa ✔️

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Lisa was walking down the hallway heading straight to the staircase with her phone at her hands. She was scrolling through her instagram feed when a voice startled her.

"Lisa." The photographer immediately brought down her phone with her free hand placed at her chest, heaving lightly from the shock. Jennie's head was peeking from the slight gap of the opened door, she had her hair tied up in a bun that highlighted her cute cheeks.

"You scared me. What is it?" Lisa stuffed her phone in her pocket whilst walking closer to the door of Jennie's room.

Jennie looked around the hallway. She looked to the right and all she could see was the empty staircase, she looked to the left and saw closed doors. Once she made sure that no one was around except for Lisa, she opened the door widely, pulling the younger in the process.

When Jennie closed the door behind her, she carefully pulled the photographer towards her bed.

"I have something to show you." Jennie released the younger's wrist and happily jumped on her bed. Her phone along with her notebook was there lying beside her.

The older gestured the younger to come and sit with her and Lisa couldn't help but to feel really curious about the sudden outburst of excitement.

Jennie handed her opened notebook to the younger, cautiously looking at her reaction.

"This is your lyrics." Lisa spoke as she trailed her hands against the beautiful handwritten lyrics on the notebook. As she was scanning the whole page, she noticed something.

"You finished it." Jennie rolled her eyes as she scrolled through her music list.

"How can I record it if the lyrics' not finished? Here, listen to this." Lisa took the older's phone with her free hand connecting it into the earphones Jennie pointed out on the nightstand beside her. There was a moment of silence between them, but they're both glad that it's not that awkward unlike before. Their hearts were beating rapidly at the same time, one was for her nervousness, and one was for her anticipation.

Innocent and delicate

Lisa looked at the older.

I'm tired of pretending

I'm done

What are you up to? Where are you? Did you eat? Goodnight

Baby, darling, honey, I miss you

It's all useless

"Who are you talking to with these lyrics?" Lisa curiously asked, pausing the music as she turned her attention towards the older.

"You can interpret it the way you like. I purposely wrote it that way." Jennie stood up from the bed, walking towards the door to her veranda. The awkward silence came back again, and all they can do is to avoid both of their eyes.

Lisa continued on listening to the song, moving her body in the slightest bit of dance moves that hooked up the older's attention.

"Are you interested in making choreography for that?"

"Do you want me to make one?"

"Yes please."

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When Jennie stepped inside the practice room, Jimin was already there talking to what she assumed were the back-up dancers that will join Jennie in every performance that she will have. Beside him was Lisa who was focusing on the large wall mirror in front of her, making different dance moves here and there.

The dancers noticed the model came in and they all greeted her with respect.

"You don't need to greet me like that." Jennie chuckled, slowly walking towards Jimin.

"The choreography is already finished." Jimin whispered to her while discreetly looking at Lisa who was practicing in front of the mirror.

Jennie looked at the younger one more time, appreciating the beautiful dance line that the younger has and how smooth she can move her body for every dance move. The older didn't notice that she was already staring at Lisa not until the younger saw her from the mirror.

"Why are you staring at me?" Lisa asked, picking up her bottle of water in front of her without breaking her attention towards the older behind her.

"I'm not even staring." Jennie walked away to place her things on the available space the practice room has. She swiftly removed the thick jacket on her body leaving her with a tight tank top and a black sweatpants.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jennie asked the younger, mocking the way she asked her a while ago.

Instead of being flustered, Lisa smirked at her. "You're beautiful."

And it's probably far away from the expectations Jennie has.

"I already taught them their parts, you're the only one we're waiting for." Lisa rolled up her sleeves before turning her back facing towards the dancers. The older faced the others as well, somehow embarrassed for her tardiness. She proceeded to tie her hair up in a ponytail before walking towards the dancers.

A full hour has passed and they're already reaching the end of the song. Sounds of breathing, shoes tapping the floor, and the perfect song you can ever hear filled the room, along with Lisa's voice speaking directions here and there.

Jennie couldn't help but to admire her passion.

She always knew Lisa as a photographer, and seeing this specific side of the younger made her admire the younger more. If the younger helped her not just for making her the singer she would be but also from the choreography of her song, she also wants the others to see Lisa's talent.

Because it's something everyone should see and appreciate.

"Jennie." Jennie let goes of her thoughts, bringing herself back to reality. The dancers were looking at her, probably clueless.

"Sorry." The older mumbled; realizing that she spaced out in the middle of a practice. This was only their day one of practice and she's distracted already.

"I don't take apologies though."

"Not my problem." Jennie immediately took the conversation into a stop before they could make the dancers uncomfortable with their unprofessional interaction.