DRINK OR DARE | JENLISA

EPILOGUE

JENNIE

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The house felt so quiet in the daytime. Party-goers had fallen asleep on the couches, in the extra bedrooms, and snuggled up on the floor with blankets and throw pillows. Groaning, hungover Daniel was shuffling around the house, tossing beer bottles and empty cans into a massive black trash bag when Lisa and I came down the stairs.

“Well god damn.” He paused when he saw us, blinking rapidly. “Is that what I think it is?” He pointed at our hands, our fingers interlaced. I just smiled.

“Easy, buddy,” Lisa said. “Let’s not start any untimely rumors, hm?” But she winked as we turned away, and I heard Daniel mutter, “No fucking way…”

Poor Jisoo had spent the morning in the bathroom, feeling the after-effects of all her drinks. She’d dragged herself to the car ahead of me, muttering that she needed something greasy for breakfast and giving Lisa a long side-eye.

“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” I said, as Lisa walked me up the sidewalk toward the car. The morning air was crisp and breezy, so she’d given me her massive soft hoodie to wear. It drooped over my hands, and came down to my thighs.

“I need to help Daniel with the cleanup.” She turned to me as we reached the car, enfolding me into her arms. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a moment. She still smelled so good. “Besides, I don’t think Jisoo is warmed up to me enough for that.”

“Oh, she’ll get over it.”

“Eventually,” she smiled, leaving a kiss on my forehead as she parted from me. “But getting breakfast, some other time, sounds like a good idea.”

“Good. Next weekend then?” I didn’t want to leave her arms. Her closeness brought up flickering memories of the previous night - the intensity, the passion, the brutality. It made goosebumps prickle over my skin.
“Sounds good to me.” She gave my butt a swat as I walked away. “Be good now.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I paused, my door half-way open. Jisoo was groaning at me from the passenger seat, swearing she was never going to drink again. “It’s hard to be good.”

“I guess I’ll have to keep teaching you then,” she said, with an exaggerated sigh. “What a pain.”

I smiled sweetly, fluttering my fingers at her. “Bye, loser.”

She smirked, her tone a warning.

“Jennie…”

She had to know what she was getting into. She could handle me, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy. “Sorry, sorry. You can punish me next time,” I lowered my voice, just loud enough for her to hear, “Master.”

The End