JENSOO CONVERTED ONE SHOTS

thief

Jennie woke up to a loud, resounding clatter. She groaned and debated whether or not to investigate. It was the middle of the night, and there was a huge possibility that it was a burglar coming to steal something.

Jokes on the burglar though - Jennie thought as she begrudgingly got out from her warm bed - everything in her dorm was cheap. It was for this precise reason that her mother told her not to bring anything too valuable to college.

It was bright in the kitchen. What kind of burglar turns on the lights?

No one, obviously. Jennie watched: half asleep, half endeared, and wholly annoyed at Jisoo who rummaged around their kitchen like a man on a mission. It would've been adorable to watch, but Jennie had just pulled three consecutive all-nighters and watching Jisoo cook instant noodles like she did almost everytime the raven loses a game when she could be sleeping was... what she wanted to do. Jennie heaved a sigh. No one told her that having a girlfriend would deprive one of sleep in more ways than one. Or maybe Jisoo was a unique case. She always was.

"Hey, Jendeuk." Jisoo greeted. Jennie's eyes snapped open. She was so tired.

"Hi Chu." Jisoo looked at Jennie, all rumpled clothes and half-lidded eyes, and she couldn't help but smile. The hollow feeling of defeat filled up with fondness for the brunette who was seated at the table and trying hard not to fall asleep.

"You should go back to bed." Jisoo said, sitting on the table after putting the pack of noodles in the pot. She tried running a hand through Jennie's tangled curls, but found her fingers stuck and opted to massage her scalp gently instead.

"No." Jennie said, her answer muffled by the table.

"Why not?" Jisoo wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion, the yellow lights, or the late hour, but Jennie looked blurred. Soft, even. Whatever it was the movies liked to do to flashback scenes - where a reel of romantic snapshots played in a montage, it was in her chest. Probably in her eyes too. Warming her up better than the instant noodles could ever hope to do.

"You lost." Those words should've felt like salt on open wounds. They didn't. It was honey down her throat, it was balm for her muscles. The pain relief patches on her legs felt irrelevant as she hobbled over to the stove where the pot threatened to boil over.

"Do you want some?" Jisoo asked as she drained the noodles.

Jennie grunted. No. How far gone did you have to be, to easily decipher the most inconsequential sounds from your partner? Jisoo pursed her lips and tried not to note her stomach clenching. She was probably just hungry. Running around the muddy soccer field was exhausting. Her eyes narrowed on the noodles, focusing on it like she should've focused on the game earlier.

Jisoo placed the plate on the table with a soft thump. Jennie sat up, propping her chin up on a hand with her eyes still closed.

Jisoo ate the noodles slowly, her eyes never leaving Jennie whose head was lolling from side to side.

It was quiet, as their little corner of the world tended to be at most midnights, when something so obvious slapped her in the face. Jisoo stared in wonder as her little mandu slept - snoring with every breath like her life depended on it - and realized: she was in love.

The fork stopped halfway to her mouth. Steam rose from the bowl beneath her and warmed up her face, clouding her vision and replacing it with memories made with countless bowls of noodles just like this one.

Their first meeting: fighting over the last pack of instant noodles in the campus convenience store. The nearby professor taking his lunch had had enough and told them to share the noodles or fight to the death for it outside, offering them knives that came from who knows where.

Their first date gone wrong: when it rained during their picnic at a drive-in theater, ruining dinner and prompting them to take shelter in the car, where some possibly expired pack of instant noodles were shared between two awkward freshmen college students on the precipice of something unknown and beautiful.

Everytime Jisoo lost a game, everytime Jisoo won a game. Everytime Jennie snagged a gig, everytime Jennie changed the band name. They probably should eat someting other than processed plastic. Three years filled with instant noodles can't be good for their health, and Jisoo planned to live a long time. Preferrably with her Jennie.

"It's cold." Jennie mumbled, bringing Jisoo out of her reverie. Partly. Jennie was still looking at her with bleary eyes, and Jisoo still felt like she was starring in a chick flick.

"What is?"

"Your food." Jisoo looked down at her bowl and realized that it was no longer warm like it was earlier. She sighed and shovelled the remaining food into her mouth, quickly cleaning up to lay down sooner.

"My mother told me to be careful of thieves around the campus." Jennie said, her face shoved in Jisoo's chest as they laid down on their bed together. Big enough to fit them both, but small enough that they were always pressed together at night. Jisoo didn't mind one bit.

"Okay?" She was tired, but she couldn't sleep for some reason. Her mind awake while her eyes could barely make out the ceiling above her, painting shadows with the streetlights outside.

"Didn't know I'd be living with one." If she could, Jisoo would've raised an eyebrow.

"Are you calling me a thief, Kim?"

"Yes."

"What did I steal? Your heart?" There was a lazy smile on her face, and she knew that if Lisa were here right now, she'd never hear the end of it. She always teased Lisa for being too whipped, and now here she was smiling like and idiot because her girlfriend accused her of being a thief.

"No." Jisoo's brows furrowed. "My sleep." She snorted, and decided not to argue. Jennie's soft snores punctuated her sentiment. Jisoo fell asleep to Jennie's steady breathing, half-baked healthy meal plans frozen on her mind.