in every universe (one shot-s) | JENLISA

fake fake (in love with you)

the fake-dating trope but with an unexpected twist

CHRISTMAS EVE

"Lisa, no."

"Jennie, yes."

"We're going to fall."

"We're not. It's um, uh, just one sec... aha, there!"

Jennie does not share in Lisa's joy. There is no triumph in their current predicament.

"Lisa..." She grits her teeth, breathes through her nose, cursing the last twenty four hours and every decision ever made in her life that led to this point. Her left foot is somewhere unaccounted for, her right twisted in the opposite direction.

Her torso is bent over—or is it under—Lisa's outstretched back, which despite body parts rubbing together at weird angles isn't the most compromising position given the particular spread of Jennie's legs or how Lisa's hands really aren't where they should be. The worst of it is the brunette's face smushed into the crook of Lisa's neck and shoulder. Where the scent of woodsy lavender is most concentrated.

The accidental ass grab, even the knee precariously placed inches away from her centre, Jennie can handle (somewhat). But with her longtime crush slash best friend's unique floral musk invading her nose, breathing is a problem. With the lack of air, she is at risk of crumpling into held-off desire more than their dangerous arrangement of limbs in a juvenile game of Tequila Twister.

(Taking a shot of tequila at each turn is a must, just to up the ante and even the playing field between strategy and skill and mental stability.)

"I refuse to lose, Jennie."

Their whisper shouting has long been lost to Rosé and Jisoo's snickering laughter. She manages to throw another glare in the direction of their friends, who are differently contorted in their own pretzel shape. Except, the difference is that they are a real couple to everyone's knowledge and for the last three hours and the next three days, she and Lisa are pretending to be one.

"Hold still," Lisa tells her. Doing god knows what with her wiggling free hand.

"Not really much of a choice here, babe." The emphasis on the term of endearment is said loud enough for the right audience—Lisa's grandmother and the target of their deception—to hear.

"Isn't that very sweet, Gustus?" Jennie catches her say to her son, Lisa's father. "I remember when you were Lalisa's age and twisted yourself in a similar knot to be with Ariadna."

"Hmm, I don't know, Mom. I don't think I was ever this head over heels for Ari as L is for Jennie."

June laughs, joining his uncle Gus who bellows a chuckle so loud it startles a napping Emma awake.

"God, are they still at it?" She asks to no one, her voice sounding groggy to Jennie's ears. She can't see her but knows her comment was likely followed by an eye roll.

"You know my cousins, there's no mercy until one of them loses an eye or a limb," June answers his girlfriend, amusement laced in his tone. "Nan, your turn to spin."

Jennie hates them all. Every one of the Manobans.

Jisoo, the aggressor, who never fails to egg her little sister on and by extension, with her wife as accomplice, ensnare Jennie in their web of antics. June, the pacifist, who does nothing to discourage her nor his girlfriend when Emma inevitably joins in. Gustus, the widower and giant teddy bear, who makes it impossible to be mad at him for anything. Even Nanna, who Jennie loves dearly as her own but whose old age was a liability to her willpower and ambition in life not to disappoint the elderly.