NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA

No Strings, No Lies

Jennie tends to Lisa's arm—again. The rest of the squad watches quietly from across the cabin.

JISOO (to Rosé, whispering)
Do you think they'll ever say it?

ROSÉ
I think they already have.

Lisa winces under Jennie's touch.

LISA
You always poke the same spot.

JENNIE
You always get shot in the same place.

They both smile, worn and quiet.

JENNIE
Why do you keep doing it, Lisa?

LISA
Because you keep saving me.

JENNIE
Maybe I won't next time.

LISA (softly)
Yeah, you will.

A beat.

JENNIE
You're exhausting.

LISA (smirking)
You're worth it.

Jennie doesn't respond—but her hand slides down, fingers brushing Lisa's.

They don't need to say anything else.

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FINAL SCENE – INT. HQ BARRACKS – NIGHT

Everyone's cleaned up. Quiet night. The squad is laughing somewhere off-screen.

Lisa stands alone by the window again.

Jennie walks up, freshly showered, hair wet, hoodie on. She stops beside her.

JENNIE
I got scared.

LISA
Me too.

JENNIE
I didn't want to lose you before I even had you.

LISA
You already do.

Jennie exhales, shaky.

Then, gently, she pulls Lisa into a kiss—slow, unhurried, nothing casual about it.

JENNIE
If this goes to hell tomorrow—just know. You had me. Always did.

Lisa's voice is rough with emotion.

LISA
May I hug you?

Jennie leans in, presses their foreheads together.

JENNIE
Don't ask stupid questions.

They hold each other. Quiet. Steady.

Outside, it starts to rain.

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EXT. HQ BALCONY – LATE NIGHT

The rain has slowed to a soft drizzle. The sky bruised with the earliest shade of dawn.

Jennie is still wrapped in Lisa's arms. Their breath synced. Lisa's fingers softly tracing the hem of Jennie's hoodie, unsure.

LISA (whispering)
We don't have to—

JENNIE
I know.

She leans up—her lips catching Lisa's again, this time deeper. Bolder. Lisa responds slowly, then all at once.

Fingers tangling in Jennie's hair, her other hand cupping her jaw, she kisses her like she's starved for the taste. Like this is the first time she's ever been home.

They stumble back into Jennie's room, their mouths never parting.

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INT. JENNIE'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS

The door closes with a soft click. The room is low-lit, quiet but electric.

Lisa presses Jennie gently against the wall, kissing her jawline, her neck—slow, reverent, hands gripping Jennie's hips like she's trying to memorize the shape of her.