24 Dates

Date Twenty Two

Date Twenty-two:

Place: Jisoo and Jennie's apartment

Time: February 14th, 2017 6:00 pm

Yelp: N/A | Date: yikes

On one hand, Jennie knows it's completely stupid to not tell Jisoo. On the other, she wonders if it's fair to tell Jisoo. She doesn't know if it would be selfish or not, if it would hurt or help. This nagging voice in the back of Jennie's head tells her that Jisoo's dad is right.

Jisoo is used to planning ahead, and can Jennie promise that Jisoo won't ever regret saying yes to a proposal (if she says yes in the first place).

All Jennie knows is that she would always be happy.

But she's an idol, and Jisoo is a striving doctor who's going to do so many big things. Who's to say Jennie won't bring her down. Jennie's already at her peak, anyways; but Jisoo isn't. She's still got so much left. And Jennie realizes that she doesn't want to ever drag Jisoo down and - it's just so complicated.

Being in love is complicated.

She's trying to pretend like it didn't happen, trying to get it out of her head so things can be normal. But even work can't make her stop thinking about Jisoo.

Being in love is annoying.

It's Valentine's Day now, and Jennie is trying. She's set up a dinner for them, cooked and everything. There are even candles. It's hard to speak freely now, though - without some kind of persona taking over.

"I'm not going to take over Father's position," Jisoo says before taking a small bite out of her soup.

Jennie swallows. "What? Why?" She remembers Jisoo being busy for a few months while partially covering - but Jisoo never seemed particularly upset with it.

"The job isn't bad - it's a lot, but not bad. I want to keep my practice, though."

Jennie thinks back to when she told Jisoo to think about it and wonders if she's already fucking up things for Jisoo. She sets her jaw before sighing. "Are you sure? When I brought it up you seemed like you were really interested in your father's position."

Jisoo drops her spoon and looks up. Her face is red, but not in a cutesy blush way. "Okay. What the hell has been going on with you?"

"What? Nothing." She keeps lying and isn't exactly surprised that Jisoo's mad but can she really say why?

"You tell me to think about what I want to do and now that I know, you question me. You've been standoffish ever since you met my parents. You--" she throws her hands up. "You're not telling me something and -" she lets out a frustrated groan. "What's with that?"

Jennie chews on her lip. "I can't say."

"Well if you can't say one little thing after all these months of being together then maybe we shouldn't--" she stops herself.

"Shouldn't what?" Jennie's heart pounds two times, a loud thud against her chest. It feels more like a punch than anything.

Jisoo places her hand in her hair, idly twirls as she looks down. "Nothing. Just forget it - I'm tired."

Jennie walks up to her, stares at Jisoo until she looks back. "Shouldn't what?"

There it is . That single doubt, that crack in what could be the future. Enough to make Jennie now fully understand what Jisoo's father meant. The unpredictable nature that comes with their push and pull.

Jisoo sighs and slowly closes her eyes. "I told you, I'm just tired."

Jennie grabs her face and kisses her softly. "I think--" she says, and stops. The rims of Jisoo's eyes are red, and Jennie forces herself to not look away. "I'm going to stay with Chaeyoung and Lisa for a little bit." She swallows in and smiles, gives a dry laugh.

"Jennie's been busy, lately. Fuzzy."

Jisoo pulls away. "Don't do that. It's stupid. If you're going to say something then just say it."

"We just need a small break," Jennie says. She's not going to cry because she doesn't have the right to in front of Jisoo.

"I don't. You do. Don't blame this on me." Jisoo is trying not to cry, but her eyes are watery and there are small streaks of wet skin on her cheeks that glisten by the candles.

She's very very wrong, but Jennie nods. She kisses Jisoo on the cheek. "I do." Jennie lets out a strangled breath. "I'll call, and be back. Just need to sort some things out."

She packs quickly, only a few important items. Then nearly cracks when she hears a low, "Don't bother," as she exits the apartment.