『JenSoo Short Stories』

[M] Captive #1: The Devil Inside

The officer nodded and Jisoo bowed before entering the gates of hell.

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She didn't look at her until she sat comfortably on the chair. She observes her wife who looks just the same as how she presents herself as always.

Her brunette hair is flat-ironed straight in the back. Light make-up that highlights her tired eyes and bags under. Black turtleneck undershirt and an all-black suit and trousers. A gold with shiny stones brooch pinned on her coat, a cursive initial of her name that Jisoo gave her on her birthday. Sitting upright with her knees touching each other. Holding a branded black clutch bag on her lap which Jisoo gifted her on their anniversary last year.

Jisoo smirked. Fuck you. She cursed in her mind.

"Are you just gonna stare at me and waste my precious time, wife?" Jisoo said in a serious tone, emphasizing what she called her. The smirk didn't leave Jisoo's lips that pretty much complement her glare.

Jennie looked down and gulped. Her hands are shaking trying her best to grip the bag tighter.

The silent tension fills the place. The glass between them could break anytime with the burning anger inside Jisoo and the flaming desire of Jennie.

"Ho.. how are--"

"How am I? I'm doing good! Living my life in glory!" Jisoo said sarcastically.

Superiority is all over Jisoo. Sitting there with legs crossed, back comfortably resting, her elbow pointed on the armrest while her hand is lightly fisted in the air. It would relax with her busy fingers snapping or playing the ring on her finger. Jennie couldn't talk and start a conversation and that made her sulk in disappointment.

"I saw you." Her wife looks at her. "I saw you in the news. At the funeral. Wailing like a child who just lost a toy. As if you're his wife." Jennie bowed her head in shame.

"That fucking bastard. He fucking deserves it." Jisoo hissed then shakes her head.

"Jisoo... How can you say that?" Jennie said looking at her wife's glare. "You stabbed him eight times!"

Jisoo hissed, "I should have made it nine for my birthday and our anniversary." then she lets out a laugh.

"Jisoo, please! You shouldn't have done it! I told you we're already talking about ending things between us."

"Oh yeah, you're breaking up with each other naked. What are you? A teenager? Breaking up after sex?! Sex after break up?!"

The tension silenced them. Jennie already prepared herself for Jisoo's unannounced narrative. She knew that her wife would take this chance to tell her everything she's been wanting to say. And even if she knows she'll die internally with the words that are gonna be thrown at her, she still decided to be here. Still keeping her hopes up that they still have a chance to fix everything.

"I gave you a chance. Many times! I even asked you before the wedding and you said you're sure about me. But you continued. Even on our first night, you let him touch you before me. Fuck you!" Jisoo was enraged. Her hand is fisted hard on the armrest. Her back leaning forward. Tight lips are shaking.

"I turned a blind eye on you as long as you're doing it somewhere and I don't fucking give a damn how many times! But in my house?! On my birthday?! Fuck you Jen! You fucking did that in my house! Inside the home, I built for us! That's why he deserved it!"

Tears escaped Jennie's eyes. She was guilty after all.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Love." She cries as she looks at Jisoo.