Best For Me | jensoo

Chapter 9

"I still think you should go to the hospital," Jisoo grumbled.

Her arm was tight around Jennie's waist as she helped the blonde through the front door. Jennie could walk just fine but Jisoo was refusing to go anywhere. Her face said it all: she was damn worried and wasn't going to let go of her friend until she was safely tucked up in bed, preferably after she'd seen a doctor.

"I'm FINE, Jisoo. I feel just fine. It was a little warm and I fainted was all," Jennie protested, trying not to let the insistent worry in her mind seep through into her tone. She'd never fainted before in her life. It was a very un-Jennie-like thing to do, but she'd be damned if she was going to tell Jisoo that.

"Okay, but I'm putting you to bed and I'm not going home tonight. I can sleep on the couch," Jisoo parried defiantly.

"You don't have to stay!" Jennie replied. "But, if you do, you're not staying on the damn couch. I have a spare room."

"Oh... yeah." Jisoo grinned at her own silliness.

"You're such a dweeb sometimes." Jennie withdrew from the arm around her waist and sat on the couch. She'd enjoyed the closeness, but had to admit that her head was still swimming somewhat and her enjoyment of teh contact had been tempered by her actual need for support. "You don't have to stay, though. I really will be fine. I am fine!"

"It's okay. I just want to make sure you're not going to faint again in the morning."

"Why would I?" Jennie smiled at her friend's worry. "It was a one-off, Jisoo, I swear. It was just warm with all those people. I've never done it before. It won't happen again."

When the look of panic flashed across Jisoo's face, Jennie realised that she had let the cat out of the bag.

"You've never fainted before?"

"Um... not as such." Jennie grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest. It was an unconscious gesture that she repeated a lot. It was times like these that she wished Mr Ruffles was around; he was always good for a hug. "It's fine, Jisoo. Honest. I feel just fine. Lots of people faint. It's no big deal."

The brunette did not look convinced. "I'm staying." She emphasized every syllable and Jennie didn't have the energy to argue.

"Okay." She glanced at her watch. "I think it might be time for bed, then."

She ignored the quickening of her pulse at the thought of Jisoo and bed, and left to find the girl all the necessary things she might need. The musician insisted on walking her to her room and making sure she was safely inside.

Jennie was glad that she didn't insist on tucking her into bed. Swimming head or no swimming head, had she stayed any longer, the blonde knew that Jisoo wouldn't be in the spare room. She was feeling woozy and in no way to be strong in her resolve. But Jisoo left her at the door.

Despite everything that had gone on, she slept easily. Maybe that should have worried her more.

Jisoo was already up and about when Jennie emerged from her cocoon of sleep. Running a brush through her hair and another across her teeth before she made her way into the living room, Jennie mused over her actions.

There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she'd greet the sexy brunette with morning breath, despite their 'friend' status. Said brunette was sitting at the table with her back to the blonde, reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee. For Jennie, who had just escaped domesticity in its worst form, it was such a beautiful scene that it made her stomach rumble.

"Morning," she breathed, pretending that she hadn't been standing in the doorway watching Jisoo for the last few minutes.

"Hey." Jisoo turned with a smile. "How are you feeling?"