The Favour (Jensoo)

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Jisoo stepped out of the shower and after wrapping a towel around her body used a second to rub her hair roughly, trying to remove some of the excess moisture. She headed through to her room where she pulled on a pair of sweats and an old ACDC tshirt from her high school days that she found at the bottom of her drawers. She loved that tshirt and relished its rediscovery. She dug around in her sock drawer for the fluffiest pair she owned and pulled them onto her tired feet. Staring in the mirror she sighed slightly and then rubbed some moisturizer onto her face. Then she brushed out her hair wishing all the while that it didn't take such a long time. Of course it was her decision to wear it so ridiculously long. She considered using the hair drier on it for about a nanosecond, before abandoning that line of thought in favour of heading through to the living room and sitting in her favourite chair (known as 'the chair') to watch the hockey. Who gave a flying rats ass if her hair dried curly? She'd have to pull it back for the following day at college anyway. She absolutely loathed it when her hair got stuck in her art work.

'The chair,’ everyone's favourite, felt like a piece of heaven enclosed in leather. Technically it was her roommates chair, but Jennie worked lots of evenings at the bar downstairs so Jisoo had adopted it as hers arguing vehemently with Jennie that the chair was getting lonely and depressed at not fulfilling its purpose as a place for weary posteriors. Really it was the only piece of lounge room furniture worth anything and it cradled her ass, thighs, back, neck and head as if she were a new born baby. At least Lisa and Chaeyoung, her other roommates and friends, didn't get between her and the chair - they'd learned the hard way that that was a bad idea. Only Jennie fought her adoption of the chair every step of the way. Then again it was technically Jennie's chair. Jisoo had conceded to co-parenting. Jennie just called her an irritating dork and would squish into the chair beside her. Whatever, Jisoo could out last that skinny bint in a sit-a-thon any day of the week. Everyone knew Jennie got antsy if she sat too long.

Jisoo made sure to angle the TV just right, ensure the remote was on the arm of the chair, fetch a beer from the fridge and get a blanket, all before sitting. She was no slob virgin - if she was going to slob she was going to do it in style. Fuck the assignments she was meant to be working on, fuck it all. She needed to unwind. Lisa and Chaeyoung were out - Chaeyoung was probably eating and Lisa - well that was anybody's guess. With Jennie at work she had the place, and most importantly the TV, to herself.

Jisoo briefly glanced out of the window, loving the busyness of the New York street scene. They were lucky Jennie was loaded otherwise they'd be in a ratty student accommodation. Not that they were mooches. Jennie had begged them to live with her. Well maybe beg was too strong a word but she certainly made convincing arguments like the good law student she was. Jennie was some kind of heiress. She was a little cagey about where her family money was made but had told Jisoo it had something to do with newspapers. She had resisted googling her friend despite her intrigue - it just felt wrong. And she was fairly certain Jennie would tell her more when good and ready so why commit friend betrayal and Google her? Regardless of whether there was begging or not, Jennie had somehow managed to convince them all into the lovely four bedroom, two bathroom apartment, and Jisoo was fucking thrilled that she had, because her best friends were fabulous and the apartment was beautiful, the rooms were spacious and most importantly it had amazing light for art work. Jennie had even insisted she have the biggest room, with the most windows, so she could convert part of it into a studio and do at least some of her art work at home. Jisoo smiled to herself and returned her attention to the game.

XOXOXOX

Jisoo had just drained her second beer and decided to call the evening quits and head to bed, when the door to the apartment flew open and banged into the wall. She was about to yell blue murder at Lisa who made a habit of dramatic entrances, when a different storm cloudy brunette stalked into the apartment, boots stomping on the wooden floors in a way that the Petersens below them were sure to complain about.