Teacher's Pet (Jensoo)

Winter Formal

Sorry y'all my lazy wifey wont update unless i do it and im busy at work...anyway double update for you today:)

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It wasn't until the week before winter break when Jennie had finally completed the portrait of Ms. Kim. To the blonde teenager's discontent, they weren't supposed to work on the project right away. But, when they did get to work on it, it wasn't going to be exactly what Jennie had planned. They were doing it in ebony pencil at first, which was fine with her because the drawing turned out exactly how she wanted it, but then Ms. Kang surprised at least her with announcing that they were going to do it again. But this time it was supposed to be even further detailed with charcoal, both white and black, and ebony pencil.

Jennie wanted to cry. She was eager to show her creative writing teacher the ebony portrait as soon as it was completed, but the damned art teacher wouldn't let the students take them out of the room. She contemplated on sneaking it out, but the damned folder was too large and the pencil bits too messy. So she had to wait.

And it wasn't until after the entire class had finished the charcoal was she able to receive both projects back. Then she was conflicted. Jennie thought for sure the ebony portrait would be the best, but goddam, the way she was able to capture every detail of Jisoo's eyes and perfect smile with the charcoal made her want to take the messier project to flaunt.

That was a mistake, because when she arrived home the day she was able to bring the projects back, she was covered and messy as hell. That's when Minjee had suggested she had the pictures framed to preserve their appearance. Of course, Jennie had no argument with that and decided to wait the few extra days until they were fitted and framed. She had to do it all herself instead of letting her foster mother take the art with her. Really, she didn't want Minjee to know that the subject was that of Kim Jisoo. That would surely earn some questioning.

But by the time she had them in her room, sitting in their shiny new frames, it was Thursday night and Jisoo was busy with work, so she couldn't bring them over. She had to wait before she would be able to show the teacher the charcoal portrait of herself. And, shit, that was going to be a bother to carry around school for three whole periods and what have it afterwards.

Maybe she could leave it home and convince Jisoo to wait for her as she would quickly run home and grab it. And so she did. Fourth period was over and Jisoo was waiting by her desk for Jennie to assume her place.

The blonde pulled out the paper bag and two bottles of juice from her backpack before heading over to the teacher's desk and setting the items down. Jisoo offered her a smile before her visage melted into that of confusion.
"Are you not going to sit today, Jennie?" she asked.

"Actually," Jennie started, a light pink tinting her cheeks as she played with one of the juices. "I finished that drawing of you."

"You did?" She seemed momentarily confused before surprise etched across her features. "I had forgotten that you were working on that. I assumed that you had given up."

"Never." Jennie quickly said.
"Where is it?" This time, Jisoo seemed to have taken a much darker tone to her cheeks and that had the blonde smirking, although she tried to hide it from the brunette's wandering chocolate orbs.

Jennie bit her lip and played with a blonde lock of hair, twirling it around her finger. "At my house. I have to go get it. I didn't want to lug that thing around throughout the day."

"Oh, you shouldn't walk out in this weather, honey." Jisoo frowned, looking up at the blonde who stood on the other side of her desk. "It snowed this morning. I don't think it's a wise idea."

"But I want you to see it." Jennie pouted and took a step away from the brunette's desk. "You were busy yesterday when it got back from the framers."

"Jennie..." She looked conflicted for a moment, then quickly stood from her chair and grabbed the pea coat that draped around the back of it.

Jennie stopped. "What are you doing?"

With a playful roll of her eyes, Jisoo shrugged the coat on and grabbed the purse underneath her desk. "If you're going to be so persistent upon walking to your house to grab a drawing to show me, the least I can do is drive you. I do not want you to get sick. That would really tamper with my plans for you."

Well, fuck, I've never thought of that. Of course Jisoo could drive me.

Jennie's heart fluttered as she watched the brunette teacher walk past her to the door. "Are you coming?" she asked, opening said door.

"What about lunch?"

"You can grab it, if you feel so inclined. Be sure to turn the lights off. I'll lock the door." Then she walked into the hallway.

Jennie quickly grabbed their lunches without protest and rushed out the door after her teacher. Jisoo was already halfway down the hall by the time the blonde had turned the light off. Her hips were swaying in that same delicious tease that she had often taunted Jennie with. It was an agonizing thing to watch, but she had found herself already missing the view of Jisoo's ass when she disappeared outside. It hadn't taken the blonde long to catch up with her, and the both of them to be in the Mercedes.

"Are you ready to go, my love?" Jisoo tilted her head towards the blonde who had fastened her seat belt in time to return the gaze.

"Yup." Jennie bit her lip and waited as the brunette pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. It wasn't long before the two of them had arrived at the Im's apartment.

Jisoo had parked the Benz just outside and turned to the teenager who hadn't moved. She sat there idly, staring out the window at the tall building before turning her emerald gaze to meet the brunette's awaiting visage.

"Be quick, alright?"

"You should come in." The words were out of her mouth faster than she intended, and fuck, that was strike number god knows anymore. She hated her foot-in-mouth disease.

"Well, I'm not sure-"

"It won't hurt. Besides, it's cold out here and we have a table to eat at." Jennie smiled reassuringly, completely unsure of what the hell her brain was doing. Her mouth was just as bad. "My parents are gone- I mean... Not to sound... I mean... So you wouldn't be intruding or anything." And there it was again. Fuck. She needed to get surgery for that.

"If you insist." She gave Jennie an amused smile before shutting the Mercedes down and pocketing the keys. "I'll grab the lunches."

"Thanks. I have to find the stupid key again." Jennie mumbled as she got out of the car, the faint sound of a chuckle sounded behind her and she couldn't help but to smile. Soon, she found the house key in the mess of the kangaroo pocket to her hoodie. The two of them headed towards the apartment building and that's when Jennie suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry it's crappy," she mumbled, sticking the key into the lock as soon as they reached apartment three on the second floor. It was a sudden tide of self-consciousness that had washed over her. She had seen how nice Jisoo's house was. How clean, tidy, pristine, and so luxurious. Her measly apartment fell in the shadows of such a great building.

"Don't be. It's fine." The brunette reassured, following the blonde eighteen-year-old into the small loft. Upon seeing the small kitchen table, she sat the bag and juices down along with her purse. "Shall I wait while you retrieve the drawing?"

"Yeah. I'll be back. You have a seat. Make yourself at home." Then Jennie jogged up the stairs to her bedroom, making haste in removing the charcoal drawing from the wall. She was soon back downstairs, only to stop as if she ran into an invisible wall. There was Ms. Kim Jisoo, sitting at her table, in her house, and oh god, hopefully this wasn't a dream. Even though they had been going with each other for a couple of weeks now, she still couldn't believe the very sight of this woman in her home. This was all brought home and only made it all the more real. Jisoo didn't seem to notice Jennie's presence, so the blonde just stood there and enjoyed the sight. She could never get over the masterpiece that was now her own. It was still unbelievable that all of this had happened. And to her, of all people. She found someone that cared for her and that she cared for herself. Although, that wasn't the picture that Jennie was looking at, but it was a rather good one to gaze upon. It was Jisoo that she couldn't believe that she had. That beautiful woman wanted her.

Jisoo was gazing around the small loft as she waited, eyes roving over every picture, every decorative knick-knack, and... then they stopped as soon as they saw the bed. Jennie's parents' room had no door, since the entire first floor was virtually an open plan- omit the bathroom, of course. And, oh god, she's staring at the bed with flushed cheeks.

So Jennie cleared her throat, nervously chuckling as she reached her teacher. "Hey..."

"Oh, Jennie!" The brunette visibly jumped in her spot, caught off guard from her roaming eyes.

"I've got it."

"Show me." Now the teacher was eagerly facing Jennie, muddy orbs on the large frame in her hands. The glass had been turned away from Ms. Kim, but as soon as her eyes landed on the object in her student's hand, Jennie flipped it around.

And she gasped.

"Oh, my..."

And then she stood, a slender hand outstretched as if she were going to touch the glass, but was too afraid to. Her mouth was open, jaw slack as if she had witnessed the most impressive of sights. Jennie bit her lip, stunned at the tears welling in the woman's eyes.

"It's so... so realistic, Jennie. You've done a beautiful job." Jisoo commented, looking up to the blonde with a large, appreciative smile on her face. And, god, her teeth are so perfectly white.

"It should be. It's you." Jennie muttered, wanting so much to stick her foot literally in her mouth after that, because the look on Jisoo's face was priceless. Jennie couldn't read the myriad of emotions running across her teacher's visage. She had complemented Jisoo so many times before- of course it would be the appropriate thing to do since they were dating after all. But she knew that the brunette still so rarely heard these things- or more so before Jennie showed up. The blonde didn't know how Jisoo saw herself on this piece of paper, but she must think it was someone entirely different. Someone that wasn't herself because she was too pretty.

Jennie knew how Jisoo's mind worked at times, and she was certain that that was exactly what was on the brunette's mind. Jennie could even hear the teacher's deep voice bringing them to life now. How could that woman be me? It's impossible... She's too beautiful to be me.
"No... I'm not beautiful. Your portrait is a million times the woman- the beauty- that I am." The husky voice was so quiet, Jennie barely heard what she had said.
"You're beautiful, Chu." Jennie spoke far more loudly than she had intended, but it had definitely gotten the point across, for the brunette's eyes had widened incredibly. "I know what you're thinking, but you are. That's... why I wanted to draw you in the first place. I mean, looking back on it now, it was probably really creepy that I wanted to- seeing as to how you were my teacher, well, are. Now, though, I can say what I feel. I can give you the reason why. I don't know who or whatever made you think any differently, but it's all wrong. I mean, a lot of women, and men, face those everyday demons. Their reflection in the mirror that stares back so tauntingly at them is just another reminder that they are not good enough, they are not those models in magazines and billboards. Hell, the models on those things aren't even what they appear. It's all Photoshop and shit.

"I'm, like, fucking rambling on about this, but, like I had said before, I will make you think the best of yourself. I don't want you feeling like you aren't good enough or pretty enough or smart enough or whatever the hell enough, because you are. And more importantly, you are to me and that's all that matters. I love you the way that you are and I don't want you to change a thing about yourself. I don't want you to feel horrible about what you may think is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you, absolutely nothing is."

"Jennie, darling... Please. Don't do this. I'm really not worth the time nor effort to-."

But Jennie didn't let the older woman speak. She cut her off with a finger pressed against those perfect, red lips. "You are worth the effort, Jisoo, can't you see? I don't know what you're thinking or how your mind works in order to understand how you're feeling, but I really want you to believe me. Whoever might have hurt you in the past... making you think all these absurd thoughts, I will try my damnedest to reverse them. Please let me do that. Please let me do it for you. I want you to believe me when I say these things... But you don't have to and I won't force you to."

"You seem to give me a lot of these little talks, don't you?"

"I do it when you feel bad and I'll blab on until the cows come home about how beautiful, intelligent, perfect, haunting, and what have you, that you are. I don't give a damn if I sound repetitive. That seems to be the way to get your ass to believe me." The blonde tightly crossed her arms across her chest and gave Jisoo a quirked brow. "Now, if you have anything to say, do it now or forever hold your peace. Or... well... until later because my mouth is dry."

"Jennie..." Those plump lips moved, but no sound left them. Her name coming from those lips, though, made up for it. It was so soft, almost breathless, and dare she add even huskier than before. Jennie's mind and vision felt blurry, and everything seemed to spin around her. This was unreal. This wasn't happening. This only happened in her dreams. Perhaps that's what was happening. She was dreaming and being in her house was only alerting her just that. They weren't supposed to be in her apartment. It was a dangerous place to be and a rather small one as well. But that had never stopped her from fantasizing at the dinner table, or in bed when the nights were lonely.

But her parents were gone. Minjee at the elementary school and Daejung at the Sheriff's station, or patrolling somewhere. Although, she could give a rat's ass as long as they were anywhere but here at the moment. If she was reading Jisoo correctly- with her brown eyes completely black with pupils dilated to several times their size, and her slightly parted lips with quick puffs of air slipping from between them- the woman was hungry and horny as hell, just like herself.

So why not go after it? No one was here and Jennie's bed was just right upstairs. The table would also suffice, but would be rather uncomfortable. So, the blonde had decided to go for it. The frame was set aside as she took a step forward, right into Jisoo's personal bubble.

Her breath had now become shallow and her heart rate sped up, coursing adrenaline throughout her body. Jennie's voice was a heady whisper, which was surely to turn the brunette on.

"Ever since the first day, I just couldn't take my eyes off you. You had this perfect, silky hair..." she recollected, daring to bring a hand up, running her fingers through the hair she had yearned to touch back then. It was still soft, just like silk. She would never tire of running her fingers through Jisoo's raven mane.

Swallowing thickly, her eyes stared into the brown ones in front of her, which were blown wide with a deep, voracious hunger that Jennie knew could never be satisfied with food. "And your eyes. They show so much hidden emotion, I've had fun staring into them, trying to figure out what you're thinking as you speak. But that mouth. You had this dark, red lipstick on, and, oh, it was so agonizing to watch as you licked them between every sentence."

Jennie's second hand found purchase on Jisoo's cheek, and she heard that sharp intake of air as she gently ran the pad of her thumb over the older woman's upper lip, lightly skating the scar that she had been so curious about. She never did ask about that, but really, this was not much of a taking matter. Perhaps she'd address it later, like the many other things she had put off for so long.

"And you wore this tight, tight power suit that just hugged your ass. Every time you turned or bent..." Jennie chewed on her lower lip as the hand in the raven locks fell away to rest on Jisoo's posterior end. And that's when she surged forward and crashed her lips against the English teacher's.

It was nothing but needy desperation as she furiously kissed those goddamn lips that had taunted her since the beginning of the year, almost four months ago. She was terrified that she had read Jisoo wrong, for she hadn't made a point to move, that was, until she felt a hand cup the nape of her neck as soft lips moved against her own.

Jennie felt the older woman's lips part and she took that as invitation to enter her mouth. And, fuck, she tasted good. She tasted sweet and so much like caramel apples. Then the blonde remembered seeing one of those paper coffee cups on her desk earlier in fourth period. If that wasn't enough to bring Jennie to her knees, it was that delicious groan that emanated from Jisoo's throat which caused the blonde to think she would absolutely die.

And then it was over when oxygen became a necessity. Both had mutually pulled away, panting heavily and staring at each other with dilated pupils.

This has to be a dream, Jennie thought, her legs slightly wobbly as she stood, being mostly supported by Jisoo's arms which had sometime taken her small frame into them.

"Jis... Jisoo..." Jennie couldn't help but to say her name, and it came out so breathlessly and lustfully, and fuck, that look that it had earned her.

It was almost a silent plea on that woman's face, and Jennie thinks that she knew exactly what the brunette was asking for she felt the desire throbbing between her own thighs.

"Jennie..."

That was enough to get Jennie to gather her wit and grab onto the brunette's hand, then proceeded to head towards the stairs that led up to her bedroom. As soon as her feet hit the top landing, she turned to look at the woman who had followed behind her, a lip caught between her teeth.
That was a holy hell, fuck all things moral look right there and it was enough to force Jennie into the room and up against a wall as their lips came crashing down on one another again. The sensation caused more heat to pool between her legs and she swore if she didn't get touched soon, she would explode right there.

Jennie had decided to make the first move, moving her free hand to cup the side of Jisoo's neck. Apparently that was enough for the brunette, for Jennie soon felt a hand tugging at her black jeans until soon she felt it go past the waistband.

"Oh," she gasped against the teacher's cheek when the hand reached her panties and slipped past the elastic band. She blushed deeply as the hand tried to squeeze inside the tight jeans, fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh in the process which was enough for Jennie to blank.

All logical and coherent thoughts flew out of her brain in that moment. Whatever was happening at the moment was nothing but raw emotion and there was no stopping it. Jennie backed away from the wall, her hand on the brunette's wrist in an attempt to tug it out of her pants. Then there was that look, a look of absolute rejection once she did that.

Guilt ate at her heart for making Jisoo feel like she was being rejected. Of course, she wasn't, so Jennie gave her a reassuring kiss before slipping her jeans off. She smiled, hoping it was explanation enough, before tugging on the older woman's hand to bring her closer so she could begin removing the pea coat she still wore.

But Jisoo stopped her with a lifted hand and shook her head. Heart sinking into her stomach, Jennie backed away, only to notice as the high school teacher began to undress herself. And, holy fuck, was that just hot. It was first the coat, which landed next to the blonde's jeans. Next it was the jacket, which left Jisoo's arms completely exposed.

Jennie licked her lips at the sight of smooth, olive skin and made haste to remove what remained of her own clothing. It took her record time to shuck everything off and now she stood, self-consciously, in her birthday suit. One leg crossed over the other as her arms crossed over her exposed breasts.
Jisoo, on the other hand, stood proudly, stark naked in the middle of Jennie's bedroom. This reminded the teenager of a dream she had the other night and it made her pray to whatever high deity that this was real. This was not a dream.

The kiss seemed real enough, and so did the feeling of her teacher's breasts and skin against her own. And, oh, did it feel so good. Jennie couldn't help but to let out a guttural moan from each sensation. Her desire only grew into a raging fire, the sudden need had her pressing closer against the tanned flesh. Her hips ground against the other woman's, and the sound that came from her shot straight to Jennie's core.

Teeth clashing, tongues dueling, and lips smashing against each other, the two eventually found the bed and fell back against it. Somehow Jisoo had ended up on top, slowly rocking against the thigh between her own. The blonde's hands roamed over as much olive flesh as they could, savoring the smooth and warm skin underneath her fingertips as she shifted her leg further up, pressing her knee against the brunette's center. The way the other woman squirmed under her dubious touches only made the blonde's ego grow.

Pale, slender fingers delved through thick and silk raven locks, tugging slightly at every touch given to the owner's. Jisoo had found the swell of one of Jennie's breasts. The hand delicately squeezed the small globe as if she were afraid it would break. The blonde's response was eager, her back arching against the palm as a soft cry made its way from her lips.

"Jisoo," Jennie whispered as she broke away for air. Her thigh had begun to grow cooler as the slick juices from Jisoo's heat started to dry, for the woman ceased movements upon discovering the younger girl's body.
The teacher smirked, lips bright red and swollen. "Jennie," she whispered, the hand on the teen's breast moved further south until it reached forbidden territory, her other soon finding the blonde's own hand to intertwine their fingers together.

Jennie's breath hitched as she felt skilled fingers move across her sensitive lips, soon nuzzling between the folds, her hand squeezing the hand that Jisoo had given her. She jumped and let out a choked moan when the English teacher had found the sensitive bundle of nerves, and holy fuck, did that feel good. Yearning for more contact, she ground her hips against the hand and began to rock at a pace that Jisoo had set as she rubbed the girl's clit in tight circles.

"You're so wet. I always like that about you, my pet." She purred into Jennie's ear, her teeth gently teasing the lobe before she pulled those delicious lips away, only to trace the blonde's jaw with them.

Jennie bucked her hips and cried, "only for you!" Her eyes squeezed tightly together and she swore she saw stars.

"Yes... right there..." she encouraged the now exploring fingers as they slipped up and down the length of her slit. Then, without further notice, two fingers slipped inside of her. "Fuck."

"Language... Ms. Kim... Unless you plan on doing exactly that to me." Jisoo growled tantalizingly into her ear, and holy fuck, did Jennie come so hard against her hand, screaming her teacher's name into the desolate air. Her inner walls squeezed those fingers and her body shook with spasms as she stilled, the grip on the older woman's hand had tightened. The teacher, though, hadn't stopped her thrusts and helped the blonde ride out the orgasm until the spasms died altogether. And she lay there, panting like she had just run a marathon.

Having a sudden desire to see that gorgeous woman above her reach such heavenly heights, her own fingers began to find their way between their bodies to discover the brunette's own hot arousal.

"You know..." the blonde panted, her index finger lightly grazing over the older woman's damp, intimate curls. She could feel Jisoo softly squeeze her hand from the contact, which had her continue with her exploration.

"Hm?" The brunette hummed in pleasure, finally pulling her fingers from Jennie. She brought them to her mouth and licked each one delicately, groaning softly both at the taste and feeling of the teen's exploring fingers.

"I've been wondering..." she shivered, her cheek tinted a deep shade of pink as she watched Jisoo. Was it possible to get horny so fast?

Jisoo shifted up so she could straddle Jennie's stomach, which had ultimately allowed more access for the blonde's fingers, to where she had immediately thrust into her teacher.

"W-wondering what?" The brunette moaned her words, her eyes squeezed tight as she rolled her hips against the thrusting fingers.

"Do I suck at this?" Jennie asked rather sheepishly, eyes drinking up the woman above her, marveling at how sexy she looked with pleasure on her visage and the way the sweat glistened on her bouncing breasts.

Then she smirked. That damn smirk. Hot chocolate eyes met with forest green and right then, her silent question was answered. "Of course you don't. If I hadn't known you were previously were a virgin, I would have expected you to have lain with many women."

"Cool." Jennie smirked, awkwardly shifting her thumb to press against Jisoo's clit, which ended in an ultimate success as the brunette mewled softly and bucked her hips.

"You fuck like a whore, but then again, so do I..." she growled, taking the blonde completely by surprise. Soon her lips were back on Jennie's in a searing kiss. The rocking of her hips came quicker and more desperate as the fingers pumped harder and faster, urging her to come over the edge. "That's another thing I love about you."
And it didn't take long, or much. All Jennie did was whisper, "Come for me ..." before the teacher came undone in front of her. Her entire body stiffening in its place as wave after wave of pleasure shot through the brunette's body. Jennie could feel the way her walls clamped around her fingers and the way they pulsated after she had started to come down from her high. Her hand had done something similar, although had a much tighter constriction to it. And, for the fiftieth time today, holy fuck. She wondered if Jisoo had been fantasizing about this moment as well or not. Jennie thought to tick that one on the roster of questions to ask later. Also, did that woman secretly weightlift? They often held hands when making love, but holy shit, did she have a strong grip on her this time.

Jisoo collapsed beside Jennie, her chest rising and falling heavily, her thumb stroking the top of the blonde's hand. She turned her head and watched as Jennie brought her fingers to her lips, her tongue coming out to taste the residue left over from the brunette's orgasm. She closed her eyes, enjoying the salty flavor and something that tasted like... apples? Jisoo will always be her favorite flavor.

"Remember our first time?" The brunette tossed onto her side, facing Jennie, and stared at her with a quirked brow. "I was rather surprised with what you told me."

Then Jennie nodded her head at the question. "Yeah, and that I've never been this far with someone before. I knew this chick once and I touched her boobs, but that was about it."

"Oh? I don't recollect hearing that." Jisoo smirked and scooted closer to the blonde teenager, her fingers lightly trailing across her jaw. Jennie gazed at her, head slightly tilting into the touch, and the sight just made her heart melt. That woman was so stunning, even with mussed hair and sweat-slick skin.

"You're so beautiful."

"Haven't you already established that? And might I add, rather adamantly?" The brunette teased, bopping Jennie's nose with her finger.

"That's why we're where we are, actually." Jennie clarified, a grin on her face.

"Indeed, my love. It seems to happen often."

Jennie stared at Jisoo now, who had been smiling as well, and it was so absent, she assumed the brunette didn't even know she was doing it. And now she was staring at her lips again. They were just so kissable.

"I'm hungry." Jennie huffed softly and sat up, her eyes sliding over to the small, digital clock on the headboard.

"You always are afterwards," she heard as she read the clock, the time that it had displayed had the blonde stumbling out of bed, tripping over sheets and her teacher's naked limbs. "It's almost sixth period. We should get back."

"Pity," Jisoo said softly. Jennie could feel those eyes boring into her skin, which ultimately froze her and made her turned around to note the small smirk on the brunette's face.
"Is it?"

"Well, I mean, since we're here and... Mr. Jang will mark you present regardless..."

Jennie's brows rose. "Ms. Kim! Are you condoning me to skip class to, dare I say..." then she whispered. "... have fun?"

Then that smirk spread across her lips once again, and holy shit, Jennie was back on that bed in zero time, all traces of hunger and panic immediately gone.

"Yes." she finally said, leaning forward with one arm by the blonde's naked hip. And before the blonde knew it, the two of them were back on one another in a tangle of limbs, lips attached to skin and hands exploring familiar and aching territory.

After Jennie had floated back down to the ground from her third climax, panting in Jisoo's arms, the two of them lay together with fingers lazily trailing patterns on each other's skin. The brunette had her arm wrapped around the blonde, hand resting on her bicep as the other held onto a pale hand resting on her rapidly rising and falling abdomen.

"Answer me this," Jisoo's mouth was mere inches away from Jennie's ear as she spoke, and the blonde could feel the teacher's warm breath against her skin.

"What is it?" Jennie purred.

"Why me? Why... I'm ten years older than you, Jennie. Why haven't you gone for someone your own age instead of trailing after someone so many years senior?" Jisoo looked genuinely confused. Why was she asking this again? Hadn't they clarified it, or was she having doubts?

When Jennie looked into her dark eyes, she could see a hint of fear and that made her heart sink. She was sure the brunette figured this was just some lustful, desire-driven action that the blonde had decided to take. Hell, Jennie even thought it was exactly that months ago. But it was something far different because she felt like she just wanted so much more.

"Because... I like you. I-I love you. I mean, I must admit that I liked your appearance at first. But after I started having lunches with you, actually after that first day that I stayed behind, I got to know your personality. I got to know a little more about you and I wasn't so threatened. I started to like you and develop some genuine feelings for you. Then we did more and, I don't know, I just found myself falling and fast." she answered honestly, her cheeks burning a rosy shade of pink. "Age doesn't really matter to me. I mean, I guess that it's kind of weird that you're so much older than me, but it doesn't matter. If you were eighty and crippled, I'd be there to take care of you and... It just doesn't matter. You know? Love knows no boundaries. And I'm eighteen now, so it's pretty legal."

"Legality has nothing to do with it." Jisoo murmured softly. "I feel... selfish because you are so young. It is far stranger for me than it is for you. Of course, you won't necessarily be getting looks that are saying 'how loaded is she to get such a hot, young woman on her arm?'"

"Well, honestly, it would be love." Jennie shrugged. "How I felt then, how I feel now."

And leave Jisoo to question her.

"Love? Is that what you had felt?"

"I don't know. I just liked you, like, a lot." She nibbled her lower lip after she finished, because yeah, she really didn't really know her exact feelings back then for her teacher. She really liked the woman and it was so hard to express exactly how she felt. Jennie just wasn't prepared to dig into those feelings. She was scared of them because she knew what love could do to a person and this relationship was risky enough with her being a student and Jisoo being a teacher.

But after their relationship had blossomed, and they had advanced, she was sure of her feelings and didn't feel so scared of them.

"I see..." Jisoo seemed to contemplate those words, her head slowly nodding as she accepted them.

"What did you feel?" The blonde tentatively asked.

Jisoo looked down immediately, eyes on the back of her hand that was still next to Jennie's hip. "I'm not sure. I was conflicted with my emotions and I didn't know how I should feel. I really shouldn't be feeling anything for you. I-it's just not right. But... I do. I feel something, and it makes me feel so... light."

Jennie couldn't help but let a small smile upturn her pale lips. She leaned forward and confidently pressed her lips to Jisoo's. Those words were raw honesty and Jennie appreciated that. She appreciated that this woman was just so honest with her, even when they had just started to talk.

"How long?" she asked after pulling away, leaving herself breathless, because, god, she could actually taste herself on Jisoo's lips. And that mixed with Jisoo's flavor was pure bliss.

"I'm not sure. It was probably a month and half into the school year... When you first opened up to me after staying for lunch. Because, right then, and I don't know why I'm saying this or thinking this, I knew that there was someone that cared about me. Someone that actually cared in a world where people didn't. Perhaps, then, I didn't have these exact feelings for you, but that was a turning point. The more we talked... the more you opened up and revealed such maturity...And there was that day with those boys. And despite however I may have scared you that day, you came back. You stayed."

"I stayed." Jennie whispered. She just realized how serious this conversation had gotten. Jisoo was now insecurely huddled in her own bubble instead of fixing to give her another fuck.

She took the time and looked, really looked, at the brunette. It was then that she had noticed how small she looked, and not just because her heels were off and clothes gone. She was a lonely human being, and from what Jennie could gather from what Jisoo had told her, she had been cast out most of her life and never had a genuine friend that stayed. The hope in her eyes now told her that Jennie was the only light that she had seen in years in her dark, absent cave of a life, and it was scary because she was so much younger and she was the only one that could see it, or at least the only one that acted upon it.

People were selfish. That's what Jennie thought as she scoot closer to the brunette's form and wrapped an arm around her, bringing the nude body close into an embrace. Fingers played with raven strands of hair, sliding through the mussed mess, trying to untangle what she had ruined in the first place.

Jisoo just collapsed into her arms and, right then and there, Jennie knew she would have to hold this woman for the rest of her life. She didn't care what happened or who thought bitterly of their relationship, she would stick by the brunette's side. These were mighty words coming from such a young mind, but she held true to them. Perhaps it was early to think these thoughts. Jennie didn't care. All she cared was to keep Jisoo happy and see her smile.

"And I always will." She finally whispered, voicing as much of her thoughts as she could into that simple sentence.

"You won't want me later on, because you'll soon realize what a mistake you've made for going after an older woman, but I don't care. I enjoy your company, dare I say." Jisoo's voice sounded younger than her years as she spoke. It killed Jennie.

"Don't say that. I won't regret any of this. I am not everyone else. I am me."

And that's all she had to say to soothe Jisoo's worries for now. She just snuggled close into the blonde's arms, her head nestling underneath Jennie's chin while her arms wrapped tight around her waist.

Jennie's eyes closed, her fingers still smoothing through Jisoo's hair. They sat in this position for a silent few minutes, the blonde's hand roaming over soft, olive flesh as Jisoo's fingers skittered over Jennie's porcelain back, grazing ever so lightly over the angry scratches on her back- a result from a few nights ago when Jennie had surprised Jisoo with a new twist in her methods. Least to say, blood had been spilt and the brunette was noticeably exhausted the next day in school with a sated smile on her lips and a satisfied sparkle in her eyes.

The two had remained with gentle hands exploring soft flesh and fingers curling in locks of hair for what seemed like a relaxed lifetime until they had both jumped to remember that they needed to return to school. They had stayed gone too long, and they were going to get into trouble if they hadn't returned before the final hour.

"We need to go." Jisoo mumbled against Jennie's pale skin. "I have a class to teach seventh. You have to go to art class."

"Yeah..." Jennie reluctantly pulled away from the embrace and stood. She quickly donned her clothes once again before running a brush through her tangled curls. Offering the brush to Jisoo, she ran downstairs to gather their belongings, only to spot their uneaten lunch on the table.

"We forgot about lunch." She heard Jisoo say behind her. "Shame. I was looking forward to today's surprise."

"Me too. She usually stuffs a note in the bottom of the bag." Jennie ended up muttering, picking the food bag up.

Then Jisoo blinked and looked at her. "She does?"

"Yeah." Jennie blushed. "I mistakenly told Chaeyoung that I had a crush on you on the first day and, of course, she told Lisa. That's why I so happen to have an extra grilled cheese on the first day. She said something about my girlfriend being hungry and wanting the extra one." And then her cheeks were aflame as well as the pink creeping up her neck.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"They were just messing around."

"It's no longer a joke, now, is it?" Jisoo purred, her voice dropping a few octaves into a sexy growl.

"I-I suppose not..." Jennie blushed and quickly handed Jisoo her purse. "Here... We should go. It's less than ten minutes until seventh starts."

The brunette teacher nodded and smirked, taking the bag before turning towards the door. Jennie soon followed behind with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a smile spread across her lips.

"Where the hell were you sixth?" Chaeyoung immediately asked upon seeing Jennie in the hallway on the way to art class.

Jennie blushed as the memories came back to her. She knew exactly where she was and what she had been doing, but she couldn't tell that to Chaeyoung. Especially if she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "With Ms. Kim. Lost track of time again." It wasn't a complete lie. It just wasn't the entire truth.

"Uh huh." The brunette quirked a brow.

Jennie just shrugged and pulled the door open to the art room, then trudged over to her regular spot. She looked up as Chaeyoung just stared incredulously at her.

"What?"

"I thoughts you said Ms. Kim wasn't going to allow you to stay that long."

"Like I said, we lost track of time." Jennie shrugged, now unable to keep focus on her friend. Everything else just seemed so interesting all of a sudden.

Chaeyoung took the spot next to Jennie, laying down their supplies across the table. It didn't take long for her to notice the way the blonde avoided any visual contact. "You smell different."

"What?"

It felt like Jennie just ran into a cement wall.
Fuck.

"Yeah. Usually you smell like apples or, well, nothing. But you smell kind of spicy, like some expensive kind of perfume. And something else..." Chaeyoung nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and, fucking hell, Jennie knew exactly what she was doing.

"You're not getting anything out of me." she warned, pointing her pencil at Chaeyoung, who tried to feign her innocence.

"I'm not doing anything. You're giving yourself away, Jen."

"No I'm not."

"You're acting guilty. Almost... shameful."

"No. No, I'm not."

"Yes you are." Chaeyoung then smirked. "Did the walk of shame from her classroom, did we?"

"No. No walk of shame. No shame at all."

"So you do admit it."

"What? I admit nothing! We hugged, maybe. That's it."
Jennie should just shut up, but she couldn't help but to argue with the brunette. Fuck, she had to keep quiet. She couldn't let anyone know.

"God, Jen! I'm just teasing you!" The brunette let out a guffaw and shook her head. "You should see the look on your face! It's so hilarious!"

"Shut up, Chaeyoung!" She ground her jaw, arms crossing tightly over her chest.

"Fine." She just shrugged and played with a pencil in front of her while the teacher gave instructions on what they were supposed to do next. Something to do with 3D-ing stuff, but Jennie wasn't really paying any attention.

"Hey, Jen. Wasn't Hanbin coming down here for the weekend?" Chaeyoung finally broke the silence between them. All tension immediately gone at the mention of their male friend.

"Oh, yeah! I think it was supposed to be after midnight, though. He didn't want to interrupt us from our dance... Although I sort of wish he would. What the hell are we supposed to be doing, anyways?"

"Hang out and stuff. We might have a sleepover at Lisa's. Either Hanbin is going to rent a room or Lis is gonna convince her granny to let us stay in one for the night." Chaeyoung shrugged. "You in?"

"Totally!" Jennie nodded enthusiastically. She hadn't seen Hanbin since the beginning of the year and she was excited about hanging out with him again. Of course, she just wanted to sit back and chill at her house playing on the game station like they usually did, but there was limited time and she was sure her other friends wanted to spend time with him as well.

Jennie spent the rest of the period buzzing with excitement. It wasn't long until the final bell had rang and she and Chaeyoung were out of there and into the hallway. Earlier that week, Minjee had volunteered to do the girls' hair and makeup. She looked so excited and anxious to do it that Jennie didn't want to reject her kind offer. Anyways, she would have a hell of a time doing it herself and if it were her own choice, she'd probably end up going to the dance with her hair down and mussed, without any makeup on.

Chaeyoung hadn't minded at all, either, in fact, she was rather pleased to get her hair and makeup done by someone else. She said she wanted to look her best tonight and couldn't afford to look like someone threw a Crayola box at her face and used a bad perm kit on her hair.

Jennie had laughed at her because her date was supposed to be Lisa. She didn't exactly understand why Chaeyoung wanted so much to impress her when the two were friends. But, then again, the blonde didn't pry in others' lives like they did. She suspected something was up between the two, but had never gave her suspicions away.

As the two headed down the hallway, Jennie let her thoughts veer away from the possible fair between her two best friends. Hanbin was coming down tonight. Luckily, it wasn't until way later, so she should be able to have enough time to sneak away with Jisoo and dance with her like she had promised. Perhaps they'd even have a little time to do something more. Or they could just talk.

Oh, god, was she as anxious as hell to see Jisoo tonight. She said she'd be wearing something special for her. Jennie immediately jumped to the conclusion that it would be a sexy, leather number, but then she remembered that the brunette would be chaperoning the dance. So it would be something appropriate, but who said that it still didn't have to be sexy? That woman was sex on a goddamn stick. What the hell was Jennie talking about? No matter what she wore, looked like, or what have you, she was the most gorgeous woman Jennie had ever laid eyes on and would, no doubt, still be sexy as hell.

Jisoo was especially sexy when she was wearing absolutely nothing at all. Well, except for that smirk on her face that always teased Jennie when she would be just far enough out of reach.

You have to have patience. It is virtue.

She always said that, just before the blonde would pounce on her and take the brunette wherever they were standing. Sometimes they would end up having a quickie in the kitchen on the pristine granite counters. At other times, they would end up on the couch in a hot, make-out session that would soon turn into a round of lovemaking that sometimes brought them upstairs to Jisoo's bedroom. There was also the rare occasion when they would start out downstairs, but become too hot and heavy as they desperately tried to climb the stairs to the bed and end up having sex against whatever wall they're against at the time of absolute desperation.

"Hey, Kim! You ready for tonight?" Mino's voice interrupted the blonde's voracious thoughts.

Jennie blushed, trying to force the dirty thoughts from her mind. Of course it was like him to intervene when she was most taken by her thoughts at the most inopportune- and frustrating- of times. But, perhaps it was for the better. She was getting rather hot and bothered by the brunette teacher's image, embedded into her brain. She would never forget that woman's perfect and flawless olive skin, nor those deep, brown eyes... or that perfect, pearly smile with that delicious, plump mouth and that sexy scar on the right part of her upper lip... or that tongue. That talented, talented tongue that had given her so many wonderful climaxes.

Holy shit, was Jisoo mesmerizing? She was gorgeous as hell and super distracting- Jennie had found out the hard way. Sure, she was distracting just to look at- with her dazzling beauty- but she was also rather distracting when she want' in the same vicinity. Every thought that Jennie had of that woman had ripped her attention away from whatever the hell was being taught in what class she had at the time.
And she was unintentionally distracting Jennie once again- for the blonde could hear Mino call her name in what seemed like a far off land. She was really out of it.
"What did you say?"

"I said, are you ready for tonight?" He enunciated, his tone sharper than before.
"Oh, yeah. Totally. I've got my dress and everything all planned out-"

"Wasn't it the short, black number that Lisa gave you a couple weeks ago?" Then, as if by magic, his entire visage had fallen away to naught but a smile.

"Yeah..." Jennie gave him a look of skepticism.

"Awesome. I know what to get you. So, I should be off." Mino flashed a handsome smile that the blonde had tried to return. "So, pick you up at eight?"
"The dance starts at six-thirty or seven." She quirked a snarky brow. Definitely something she inherited from the brunette teacher and her never ending sass.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll pick you up at seven-thirty So... be ready, because I'm a loaded gun." And with that, he whipped around and waltzed off, leaving Jennie to roll her eyes.

"Well, if he isn't a raging ball of hormonal youth, I don't know what is." Chaeyoung finally murmured from beside her friend.

Jennie grunted and started to head towards the main entrance, weaving and maneuvering through the students who had still crowded the hallways. The two of them stopped short as Jennie ceased her movements, eyes wide when they met with familiar, melted chocolate ones. All memories of earlier that afternoon had suddenly flooded her mind and Jennie found herself drowned in olive toned sex.

"Ji- Ms. Kim! Wh-what is-"

"You left this in my room." The older woman walked the distance between them, arm extended with a red, leather jacket attached at the end. Jennie could just feel the immediate sexual tension from earlier occupy the air surrounding them.

Chaeyoung looked rather awkward in her position beside Jennie. It was a good thing that she didn't know what was going on between them, because the blonde was sure that she would jump to conclusions, or at least feel even more awkward than she was, because she might just assume that the jacket wasn't exactly in Jisoo's classroom, but her actual room instead, and Jennie could say it just might not be a lie.

Because Jennie had left her jacket in Jisoo's bedroom last night in haste to get ready to leave. And the brunette had at least mentioned it during lunch, she thought, or some other time beforehand, but the two had left for Jennie's apartment and hadn't returned to the room afterwards. Of course, it would be a wise thing to give Jennie her jacket after school as she would be walking out of the building.

Or would it?
Jisoo could have given it to Jennie later that night, or even some other time over the weekend. Hell, Jennie wouldn't mind receiving her jacket with Jisoo wearing it... and nothing else.

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Don't do this to me, brain.

Jennie could literally feel the blush burning her cheeks florid.

"Thanks, Ms. Kim." Jennie received the piece of leather from the English teacher and shrugged it on.

It smelled of Jisoo, and it was the most beautiful thing.

"You're welcome, Jennie." Her voice was a perfect melody, and the way that she had said Jennie's name made it sound like the sweetest love song.
She was naught but a sap when around Jisoo, but she knew how to maintain most of it and keep her composure, especially when they were out in public- and more specifically- school.

"Thanks. Again, I mean."

"Because, knowing Jennie, she would probably die without that thing." Chaeyoung managed to joke, making herself known, as she gazed awkwardly between the two.

Jennie giggled to save her and Jisoo soon joined in, and oh, wasn't it just the most musical thing?
"Oh, I'm sure that she's fond of this... fine jacket. I see that she tends to wear it often." The brunette spoke through her giggles.

"She really does."

"Shut it, will you?" Jennie grumbled, cutting her friend off before she could express the next thought on her mind.

"Sorry."
"I should let you girls off. I am sure that you're anxious for the upcoming weekend and tonight's winter formal?" Ms. Kim addressed with a pleasant smile on her lips.
"Yeah. I heard you were gonna chaperone?" The blonde smirked. She had convinced the brunette earlier on in the week to go to the dance. They could sneak out at some point to have a dance of their own. But the only problem was, was that she hadn't mentioned anything regarding Mino. Hopefully she wouldn't overreact or get angry over it. Jisoo was Jennie's only interest after all, just hopefully the brunette knew that.

"Yes, actually. It was a last minute thing, especially after Ms. Kang had gotten ill and could not attend." The brunette had the faintest of grins on her face- one that of a certain joy that Jennie had sparked upon making that offer. The damned woman could stop grinning like an absolute idiot after her skepticism had fallen away and the blonde's plan was revealed. It took a lot of convincing for her teacher to finally agree to do such a thing. Jennie mostly bribed her with kisses, which had landed them in bed for another steamy session of lovemaking. That was enough to turn Jisoo into putty and break.

Jennie could feel the teacher was excited for later that night, because the blonde had promised her a private dance- one that Jisoo had never gotten when she was younger. Although, the teenager could only wish that they were able to dance together in the gymnasium like everyone else. But the thing was, they weren't like everyone else, and Jisoo would surely lose her job if they were to slip and do such a thing in front of hundreds, with faculty and staff members amongst them that would surely gossip of their forbidden dance.

Fuck, did she wish they weren't like this.

"Huh, so I suppose I'll see you later?"
"Indeed." Jisoo nodded, then turned her attention to the long-haired brunette standing meekly next to the blonde. "Will you be going, as well, Ms. Park?"

"Yes, I will." Chaeyoung nodded.

"With anyone special?"

"Not really." She muttered. "Lisa said she would go with me."

"Oh, really?" Jisoo's eyes only slightly widened as she tilted her head, observing the small brunette.

"Yeah..." Chaeyoung fiddled with the lace on her yellow top while her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth. "I-"

"We should probably get going. We still have to get ready and I know my foster mother has plans to spruce me up." Jennie cut in, sensing the sudden mortification radiating off her friend from Jisoo's question.

"Indeed you must. I shall see you both later." The teacher offered the two a polite smile, her eyes, though, lingered on the blonde for several heart beats longer than what would be considered safe.

Jennie could feel the pleasant shivers sent from the older woman's stare run down her spine and hit every nerve in her body. She was thankful that she had opted to wear her hooded sweatshirt today-as well as the red leather jacket- because she was pretty damn sure her skin prickled with goose bumps, and it was nowhere near cold enough in this building for that as a liable excuse.

"Yeah, see you." Jennie said softly, taking Chaeyoung by obvious surprise. The brunette knew that she rarely ever talked so politely, so... modest, to anyone- especially a teacher.

Jisoo nodded and leaned slightly forward, as if she were about to speak. Jennie knew what words had been caught on the brunette teacher's tongue- she could see it in her eyes.

But she couldn't express the sparkle- the emotion- there. At least not here, anyways.

"Have a good weekend, girls." She said instead, turning around to saunter down the hallway where she had soon been engulfed in the sea of students.
"That was weird." Chaeyoung immediately muttered her thoughts after the English teacher's departure.

"Yeah, it was." Jennie merely shrugged and headed off, once again, towards the exit.

"I mean... Do you still like her?" The brunette inquired, trying her best to keep up with the hastily walking Jennie.

"She's become something of a friend through our lunches." The blonde pushed her way through the thinning crowd.

"What do you mean?"
"I talk to her. She talks to me. Sometimes its personal, but most often, it is nonsense."

"Nonsense."

"Can you stop being nosy?" Jennie suddenly stopped and arched a brow at her friend who, in return, halted and donned the visage resembling that of a kicked puppy.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"No, don't be. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-... it's just that, you know, some things are private and I don't want to blab about stuff. I spoke too much the first time and I know I shouldn't have." Jennie sighed and gave Chaeyoung a quick hug before slowly proceeding to walk.

"But, I guess, I'd also have to thank you for pushing. If not, I wouldn't have really tested the waters of having lunch with her and we wouldn't be where we are today."

And that was true, because if not for Chaeyoung telling Lisa of her crush and Lisa not pressing for her to eat lunc9 with the courtesy of her meals- with Ms. Kim, the two of them wouldn't be where they are in their relationship.

They went from teacher-student acquaintances to lovers. The thought of never reaching this point sent Jennie's heart sinking. She didn't like the thought of losing Jisoo and all of the wonderful feelings she made her experience. She loved that goddamn woman, believe it or not, and she wasn't about to imagine a world without her so quickly. The thought was a depressing one.

"I'm sorry. I should have known better and..."

"Eh, don't worry about it. You helped me, believe it or not." She shrugged it off and turned down her street.

"I did."

"Yeah."

"Okay. Cool." Chaeyoung smiled, making her words short, but Jennie could see the burning question in her eyes. She must have decided not to pry, especially since the blonde had left it so vague.

The two of them had quickly made their way into Jennie's apartment, of course, being immediately greeted by Minjee. She wore a wide smile on her face and held two dressed in her hands. Looking behind her, Jennie knew just what was there- the makeup kits.

"You girls ready?"

"As long as we have some good tunes." Jennie smirked and made her way over to her foster mother, dropping the messenger bag onto the floor as she shed both jackets.

"Depends on what. We have to make a unanimous decision." Minjee quirked a brow at Jennie's bag before gesturing to a free kitchen chair for Chaeyoung to take. The brunette did just that as the blonde pulled her phone from her pocket.

"Only because you hate it when I listen to the majority of my playlist. Admit it, Minjee, you hate rock."

"I do not. I simply do not like profanity in some of the music you listen to." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well... Cher it is." Jennie shuffled through the music on her phone and chose a song. The beat of it filled the silence and had the newly pumped Jennie slightly moving to it.

"Awesome, right?"

"One of her new ones?"

'Yeah. And no profanity, so don't worry." The blonde gave her foster mother a wry look.

"Oh, sit you down and let me do your makeup."

"It was just a little joke." Jennie feigned a pout as she took the spot next to Chaeyoung. She leaned towards her and whispered: "Sorry 'bout my foster mother."

Chaeyoung giggled a response. "It's alright. Your bickering is rather entertaining."

"Better than cable?"

"Definitely."

"I can make you girls look like clowns if I want. Need I remind you of who exactly is doing your makeup." Minjee was quick to interrupt Chaeyoung's next thoughts. She had quickly donned the same quickly visage that she had earlier.

"Sorry, Mrs. Im."

"It's alright, Chaeyoung." The pixie-haired brunette gave her a reassuring smile, but the same had not been given to Jennie when she had turned her attention to the blonde. "Now you on the other hand, young lady..."

"Sorry," Jennie let her head drop to stare at the twiddling thumbs on her lap.

But the only response to that was a giggle that had the blonde very nearly flinching. Of course, this laughter was genuine and happy, unlike the cold, cruel cackles that she had received from previous foster parents. She always had a hard time apologizing just because of that. Every time that she even had remotely tried, she always had gotten it thrown back in her face.

They would laugh at her and say that an apology was not enough for whatever small misguidance that she had. That would be before they either punished her with abusive hands or sat her in solitude.

But, Jennie had to remind herself, Minjee and Daejung weren't like them. They weren't cruel, nor were they vicious. They were kind, loving, and warm. Whatever faulty thing that the blonde may have done, their worse punishment was always a stern talk and perhaps the confiscation of her cellphone for the rest of the day. The blonde could only wonder what the two of them would do if she were to do something far worse that would ultimately push them past their limit. Hopefully, she would never have to find out.

"It's alright, sweetheart." The elementary schoolteacher lay a hand on Jennie's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"Okay." The blonde bit her lip, her cellphone held in a tight grip.

"Who wants to go first?"

"Lisa and I wanted to eat at the diner before we went."

"And Mino's picking me up at seven-thirty, so she can go first." Jennie shrugged and played with her phone. "I can wait."

"Alrighty, then. Chaeyoung, if you could close your eyes for a moment." Minjee instructed, her voice fading as Jennie paid attention to her phone's small screen.

She wondered what Jisoo was doing right now. Was she still at school? Was she home? Was she getting ready for the formal?

Hey, Chu. What's up?

The reply was almost immediate, which had the blonde by surprise.

Getting ready. Figured to get it done.

How far are you?

The reply this time wasn't so quickly sent. Jennie sat at the kitchen table with a bored look, watching as her foster mother buzzed around Chaeyoung with a small cosmetic brush.

The blonde sighed softly and slumped in her seat. It was a simple question. Why wasn't she respon-

Her phone buzzed with a new message. When the blonde had checked her status bar on the phone, she had noticed the regular preview had been blank. Blinking slightly, Jennie clicked the message and was soon greeted with an image of a mini Jisoo.

And a very graphic photo of this little Jisoo inside her phone. The brunette wore nothing but a smile- no, a smirk- and a few scraps of lacy material covering her intimate bits.

Now that was a dangerous photo. Jennie bit her lip, mouth salivating as she had continued to stare at perfect, sun-kissed skin. Jisoo probably shouldn't have sent such a racy photo to the blonde's phone. If anyone ever got a hold of it and flipped through her messages...

She'd have to delete the message. Or wipe the whole thing. Although, perhaps she could somehow save the image and transfer it to a safe device? Later.

"What's got you smiling?" Minjee's voice had caused the blonde to nearly fall out of her seat. That phone's screen was black within seconds and stuffed into her pocket before her foster mother could even take another breath.

"Uh... I-I was just reading about a new episode of my favorite show. It'll be on Sunday night." Jennie quickly explained, urging the blush to keep away from her cheeks.

"I voted on porn." Chaeyoung was quick to interrupt Minjee as she had begun to speak. "The way you stuck that thing in your pocket so fast like it was on fire. I mean, wow, Jen."

Oh, it was more close to porn than you think, Chaeyoung.

"Well, it wasn't. Minjee just scared the shit out of me."

"Language, Jennie!" The woman in discussion reprimanded with a stern look, nearly burning the flesh from Jennie's guilty face.

"Sorry, I was just saying-"

"You can say it with less profane language, young lady."

"Fu-Je-Chri-Crap! Alright. Shi-Sheesh." Jennie slumped back against the kitchen chair. Her back was already creaming, just sitting here. It hadn't even been all that long and all she felt like doing was spouting spiteful language. She didn't have a filter and, god, did she find out the hard way. She just had to be especially careful with what would spill out of her mouth. She grew up around crass language and her ears were never spared from such crude things.

That's what Minjee didn't understand, unfortunately. It was hard to change an old habit. And, frankly, Jennie didn't want to kill her habit. It was a nice one to have, even though her mouth was naught but a potty and could get her into some serious trouble.

"I do not want to hear that kind of language from you again. Okay?"

"No promises. They just slip out, you know?" The blonde shrugged and pulled out her phone to wake it up after the device had gone off again. Must have been Jisoo, no doubt asking why she hadn't replied. "But I'll try my best."

"Oh, Jennie. What am I going to do with you?" Minjee let out a dramatic sigh0 or so Jennie thought0 and went back to her station, fixing Chaeyoung's hair up.

The blonde withdrew her attention once again and gazed down at the small screen to see the new message that had, in fact, been sent by Jisoo. It was another picture. This time she was fully clothed in a delicious black number that plunged at the neckline to give a generous amount of cleavage- although an appropriate amount for school- and stopped short of her knees, where her legs were covered by the thin material of pantyhose, and her feet bound in black pumps. She had completed her outfit with a bun in her hair, albeit a few pieces of raven framed her face. She still wore the same makeup from earlier, although touched up, with crimson lipstick and smoky eyes.

She looked absolutely breathtaking- and that was just the picture. Jennie could only imagine how stunning she would be in person. The blonde could already smell her spicy perfume- the one that she had become so accompanied with throughout her time spent with the English teacher. Jisoo's perfume was her favorite scent, and that was for a fact. Whatever else she had claimed for that position could just fuck off.

Wow. You look so amazing, Chu. Can't wait until I see you.

"It's going to be your turn, soon!" Minjee smiled at her daughter as she continued to stylize Chaeyoung's hair.

"It's very relaxing." Chaeyoung looked over to Jennie, a smile on her face. "Of course, that's just me."

"No, I know. I enjoy it when people touch my hair. Well... When I want them to." The blonde shrugged and sat her phone down next to her on the table as she retrieved a makeup case. Since she'd be wearing that black dress, she figured that she should choose a greyscale pallet, which it seemed that Minjee had few within that color range. Or at least, on this pallet, anyways. That woman have every color imaginable. Well, at least, she had a designated pallet of colors for each outfit and then some. It came in handy when there was a difficult outfit to paint your face for. Jennie had a few conflicts in the past with this, but Minjee always seemed to pull through and give the blonde the perfect look.

"Why don't you go put that dress on while I get a start on Jennie?"

The blonde looked up at the mention of her name just in time to see Chaeyoung nod and stand up from her seat. She grabbed the lavender gown that Minjee had handed her and headed towards the bathroom.

"Now, it's your turn." The sort-haired brunette made her way over to Jennie, a brush in hand. "I'll do you hair first to get it out of the way. I don't want to accidentally color your hair."

"Alright." Jennie nodded at her foster mother's words and gathered her phone up after it had buzzed with a new message once again.

"You can't have that thing while I'm doing your makeup." Minjee put a fist on her hop.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be done after this." She muttered, trying to read the text on her screen with a smile. Her foster mother had gotten close to her now, she could feel it, and the brush tangling in her blonde curls proved her proximity.

Jennie sucked her lower lip into her mouth and kept her phone close to her. She couldn't risk Minjee seeing the picture that was still showing. Her message and the one that Jisoo had sent-excluding the second photo- had the nearly nude one gone. Which, at least, was luck enough.

"Are you texting someone?" The brunette asked as she had brushed tangles from Jennie's blonde mane.

"Yeah. Still haven't got to read it, yet."

"You should do that. I'm not stopping you."

Jennie nodded and chuckled softly. She had been so worried about Minjee seeing Jisoo's picture that she hadn't read the last message yet ad the pixie-haired woman could very well see her screen.

Idiot.

So, she did just that and read the message. Might as well hurry so the risk wasn't so high.

Why, thank you. I simply cannot wait, either. Why don't you let me pick you up?

"Oh, shit." Jennie couldn't help but to mutter.

"What is it?"

"Uh, nothing. I just, it's just this message. It's dine." The blonde shrugged and quickly started to type in a response.

Can't. MJ's doing my hair and makeup right now.

She hit send and bit her lip. She should probably tell her about Mino, as well. The excuse that she had made up wouldn't entirely suffice, because the brunette could still very well offer to pick her up afterwards. And, Jisoo would be at the dance, after all. She would see Mino with her...

And I'm getting picked up. Mino asked me to the dance and I felt bad if I were to reject him. It's not like anything's going to happen. I love YOU, and nobody else. (family and friends excluded).

"Your hair is so beautiful. I wish mine was like that sometimes, but your mom did such a wonderful job with mine." Chaeyoung's accent echoed from behind Jennie, who had rolled her eyes.

"My hair's a beast. It hates me half the time."

"That's why you tame it."

"I've tamed enough beasts in my life." Jennie nonchalantly shrugged and slumped once again in her chair, but Minjee had told her to straighten up, in which she abided with a groan.

"Well, you've got more."

"No."
Chaeyoung huffed and stuck her tongue out at the blonde. "Do I look stupid?"

"Yes."

"You look beautiful." Minjee smiled.

"With tongue and all?"

Jennie snorted. "Oh, I'm sure Lisa would like that."

"Jennie Kim!"

"We're just friends." Chaeyoung's face had developed a florid color at the statement and she fidgeted in her spot as if she told a lie.

"Sorry. Just making a joke." The blonde gave her friend a skeptical quirk of the brow.

"Just... shut up."

"Hey, you look pretty, Chaeyoung. Beautiful. Lisa will agree, I'm sure. Just don't yell at me again." Chaeyoung have her a wry smile.

"Answer your phone." She muttered and sat in the chair next to Jennie.

"Shit. It went off?" The blonde quickly looked down at her phone to not that, sure enough, there was a new message from Jisoo. Her stomach did flips. What was she going to say about that?

Oh, I see... I suppose that is alright as long as you keep your promise to dance with me, my love. My eyes will be on you all night, knowing that you are mine. I will not let him take that away from me. Remember, that, Jennie. Remember that I love you, too.

"Who are you talking to?" Chaeyoung's voice had interrupted the momentary trance that she had been in upon reading the sweet message from the high school teacher.

"What?"

"You're smiling like an idiot again." She chuckled and pointed at Jennie's face, looking up at Minjee who wore a humored grin.

"You are, Jennie. Who is it?" The pixie-haired woman stopped her work and tilted her head to give the blonde a questioning arch of the brow. "Do you have a boyfriend, Jennie?"

That had Jennie giving her foster mother a double take. Always. She always pressured her to get a boyfriend for whatever inane reason she sought fit. Maybe Jennie should have told her parents that she wasn't exactly attracted to the opposite sex. Perhaps, then, would Minjee stop bothering her about getting a boyfriend.

"No, I can honestly say that I don't." Jennie replied, the internal debate storming within her mind. She wanted so much to tell Minjee right now. But who would she suspect Jennie was dating?

Would she think Chaeyoung?

Although, she had told her that Mino were to pick her up later. And Chaeyoung would be leaving with Lisa soon as well.

Maybe she wouldn't go that route? Maybe she would think that Jennie had finally been fed up with the boyfriend questions. But, Jennie didn't know if she could even bring herself to utter those words to her. There was something in her gut, pulling her back. And she knew exactly what it was.

"Oh, then who it is?"

"No one. Nothing." Jennie mumbled, hiding behind her phone as she hastily tried to reply back to Jisoo.

I know, babe. I'll be keeping my eyes on you, too. But I gotta go right now. Everyone's hounding me on who I'm texting because I can't stop smiling like an idiot. See what you do to me, Jisoo? Fuck... Do I ever love you? Anyways, see you later, okay?

"Oh, bull! You're totally talking to someone."

"So? It's my own personal business. I don't have to share." The blonde quickly slipped her phone into her pocket and say back against the chair.

"Why don't you do my makeup, please, so we'll be done with that? I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's making me feel uncomfortable and I do not wish to expose who I am currently talking to. Thank you."

"I'm sorry, honey..." Minjee frowned and grabbed one of the makeup kits to get a start on her daughter's face.

"Calm down. I'm sorry, too. I guess I know what it's like to want privacy." Chaeyoung shrugged, her blush crawling up her neck like a rapidly burning fire whose flames lick up the trunk of a tree is what had given her away. Jennie suspected she knew what her brunette friend was referring to, but opted not to bring it up.

"It's alright, guess. I'm sorry for overreacting like that. I just don't feel comfortable with telling you who I'm talking to. May one day, I will."

"Maybe one day?" The long-haired brunette squished her brows together as she leaned towards the blonde. "What if that day never comes."

"Oh, it will. Trust me. You'll know when I tell you." Jennie met Chaeyoung's eyes and let a slow smirk spread across her pink lips.

"Close your eyes, please." Minjee whispered. She had been listening to Jennie, she was sure. Now she'll have the schoolteacher jumping down her throat with anxious questions about her new revelation.

Shit.

Jennie gave an internal sigh and closed her eyes. Why were the people around here so goddamn nosy? Jisoo seemed to be the only one so far that hasn't bugged her with futile questions that only pried and made the blonde angrier than she had been before. She could probably lash out like she usually did, which ultimately never ended well for any party.
That was another reason why she loved Jisoo so much. That woman was similar to herself, and knew exactly when to stop when, or if, things got too far.

Just the thought of the brunette had Jennie's heart squeezing in her chest. She felt that familiar longing to be near Jisoo again and to just hold her. Unfortunately, it would be a while longer until she would be able to do just that. But that hadn't bothered her any. At least she would be able to see Jisoo tonight, which just the thought of it had sent her heart soaring.

Soon enough, after Jennie had gotten lost in thought of Jisoo, Minjee had finished up with the blonde's makeup. She also had soon witched to the black dress and found a pair of black leggings to wear underneath the short material, also donning her red leather jacket to cover up the exposed flesh on her upper half.

Chaeyoung had left about an hour after Minjee had finished Jennie's makeup, a smile on her face as she climbed into Lisa's car. Jennie couldn't help but to wonder what exactly was going on between those two. The way that her friend had reacted upon the little joke about the waitress had really thrown the blonde off. Of course, it shouldn't have all too much since she had already suspected something months ago when the two had seemingly hung out nonstop. Whatever it may be- or may have been- Jennie didn't mind one bit. In fact, she'd cheer their gay little asses on.

But, for now, she's got to get her gay little ass off to the dance. Mino had arrived only moments ago and was current waiting- while being berated with questions by Minjee0 in the living room as Jennie had slipped on her boots and jacket.

When she walked back downstairs to take off, Minjee was holding a camera and wearing a large- if not devious- smile.

"Why don't you go stand next to Mino and I'll take a picture?"

"Okay..." Jennie grumbled, doing just that. Really, she shouldn't be taking a picture like this with him. It should be Jisoo standing beside her. Maybe she could convince the brunette to take a picture with her later.

"Smile!"
The smile on Jennie's face couldn't be any more fake. Unfortunately, Mino looked just as happy as he could be. That stuck a needle into Jennie's heart. She felt rather bad for leading him on like this, and for as long as it had been. She should have told him when they first met- or at least when he first started to show interest in her.

She will have to tell him. Tonight. After they had a dance or two or whatever the hell goes down at these things. She tended to avoid social and school events. They bored her and there were usually far too many people for her liking.

"And we're off. Thanks mom." Jennie gave Minjee a soft smile before rushing to the door. The faster she's out of here, the sooner she'll be able to see Jisoo.

On their way there, she could just feel the guilt eating away at her. The happily chatting teenage boy next to her was completely clueless to her agenda and everything else about her.

I should probably tell him before I run off with Jisoo...

That would be the best route. Or perhaps a bit before. Tonight would be the inevitable, regardless. He probably wouldn't want to talk to her ever again, anyways.

"How are you?" Mino interrupted Jennie's thoughts and pried emerald eyes away from the sidewalk ahead of them.

"Good," she answered. "You?"

"Just good? Aren't you excited to go to the dance?"

"Not really. It's not my thing."

"Then where'd you get the dress?" He stopped in his tracks and pointed to the little black number that Lisa had gifted her for her birthday.

"Lisa." She shrugged and continued to walk, forcing the brunette boy to follow. "Birthday, remember? She already planned out my demise. And I told you earlier about this."

"Oh, yes. That." Mino chuckled. "I couldn't picture you in a dress. Especially that one."

"Oh, hardy."

"No offense, Kim, but you aren't all that girly." He playfully bumped her side, whispering something that froze her.

The statement was absolutely true, she had never been one for dresses, although she could pull them all off rather well. But what he had whispered after bumping into her had the blonde at a stand-still.

"You gay or something?"

"It was meant as a joke, but I suppose you can't take one." He crossed his arms and stood in front of her, a bushy brow arched curiously.

"Yes."

"Yes? You can't take a joke?"

"No."

"No, what? You can or you can't?"

"Neither. I mean yes. No, I mean no. I can take a joke, but... Fuck, you're causing me a migraine." Jennie wiped her hands down her face and started towards the school again at a slow pace.

"Then what are you talking about? You're pretty, but you're confusing as hell."

"That earlier statement."

"What? That you don't seem to be a dress girl or that you aren't girly?" Mino took the few steps to catch up with the blonde, his face crinkling with confusion when she had shook her head with a negative reply.

"Then what? That joke about you being..."

"Yes..." Jennie finally sighed, her eyes focused on the students gathered outside the high school, chattering away.

"So you're... Then why did you let me take you to the dance? Or are you just pulling my leg?" The two of them finally had entered the building and very slowly made their way down the hallway as Jennie explained.

"No, I'm not joking. I didn't... really want to make you feel bad if I rejected you for no reason. I just... I don't like telling people. There are too many that would judge." The blonde stopped by the gymnasium's door and leaned against it, looking into his light eyes. "My foster parents don't even know."

"All this time..."

"Yeah. I was just humoring you."

"You're a bitch." The smile on his face was the only think that had told Jennie that he was joking. "You'll owe me a dance for this. Make that two, actually."

"Fine. Deal." Jennie shrugged and helped open the door to the gym. Loud music immediately blared through their ears. "Get your ass I there if you wanna dance, 'cause I am not doing this again."

"I know when to accept an invitation." He chuckled, surging forward into the room, rushing passed the clusters of students dancing to the obnoxious music.

"Also, I'm going to be running off..." Jennie had started to explain, but her eyes caught sight of a brunette standing on the other side of the room, talking with a group of teachers, all of which had little plastic cups of punch in their hands.

Jisoo.

She looked even more stunning than in that picture that she had sent. Now all was left was to see what she looked like without that dress on. The image of the woman wearing nothing but the lacy undergarments had flitted through Jennie's mind and now all she could picture was Jisoo wearing just that.

"Kim? Are you alright?" Mino quirked a brow and stood in front of the blonde, waving a hand in front of her face. When she blinked and shook her head, trying to snap back to reality, she could see his gaze drift from her to the group of teachers.

"Who are you checking out over there?"

"No one." Jennie quickly denied. "Come on. Let's dance."

"No, seriously. What's over there?"

"Nothing."

He was still looking over there by the time Jisoo had broken contact from the crowd and gazed across the room to lock eyes with Jennie, a smile breaking out across her face. Then those whisky eyes moved to Mino and quickly averted towards the teachers once again.

"Ms. Kim?"

"What?"

"Do you fancy her?"

"I'm not telling you anything." The blonde shrugged and backed away to head towards the middle of the gym where the students were dancing. Mino followed behind her with his question in the air around him.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because." Jennie tapped her foot to the beat of the music. "Just dance, dude. You wanted to and if you wait too long, I'll just walk away."

"Fine."
"How the hell are we supposed to dance to this, anyways?" Jennie watched as he shrugged across from her and stood there, his own foot tapping in time with the blonde's.

"I don't know, but I think this song's almost over. Everyone's slowing-"

"TIME FOR SLOW-DANCING." Jennie could hear a man's voice booming through a microphone. The upbeat music had suddenly halted and was soon replaced with a slow-moving song. Most of the students left the 'stage' while couples remained, and a few others joined.

The blonde stared with incredulous eyes at Mino who wore that same, wicked smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes. He was all too happy for this, while Jennie wished she could just shoot herself. She wasn't much for dancing or contact with others, and with this, she had to do both. With him.

She had to admit, he was a rather nice and sweet guy, but he was also what Chaeyoung had described him as earlier: a hormonal ball of youth. He was flirty as hell and, despite what Jennie had told him earlier, he seemed to be rather anxious to get his hands on her. And so he had, placing one hand on her back and the other on her hip. Jennie, on the other hand, had placed both hands on his shoulders, trying her best not to touch him too much, if that were possible.

"Why couldn't we just wait until a different song came up?" Jennie muttered, having to force herself closer to mutter the words into his ear.

"Because you owe me a dance. And I don't want to wait. You said you were going to run off anyways." He smirked down at her and she was just about to smack that damned thing off his face.

"Oh, just shut up and let's dance."

Because she wanted this over with as soon as possible. She just hated doing something like this. It was so utterly ridiculous and she couldn't believe that she was dragged into such a goddamn mess. Trying to occupy her mind, she oh so subtly changed their positions so she could keep an eye on Jisoo, who was still chatting away with the teachers.

Good for her. She was socializing, Jennie thought. She had never seen the teacher actually talk with others all her time here. It was nice to know that she was doing it now. But the way that she seemed to fidget at times, the blonde could tell that she didn't like it as much as it had appeared. She wanted as much to get away from this scene as Jennie did, and the way that she drew her attention away from the group every so often told her so.

And when she did it again, she came into eye contact with Jennie, who flashed her a crooked smile. It had, in return, earned her a small, but sweet one, but there was something else holding her back and the blonde could see that. She couldn't place what it was, but what she was giving Jennie wasn't all of what she had.

Then Jennie felt something touch her ass and give it a shameless squeeze. She growled in Mino's ear and pulled slightly away to look into those oceanic eyes. He gave her a hopeful smile before leaning forward, causing Jennie to stare at him with wide eyes. He wouldn't dare.

But it was inevitable. She had taken too long to pull away and he had obviously used her stillness as an invitation, because the next thing she knew, Mino's lips were on her own and his scruffy beard was unpleasantly scratching her chin. The hand on her behind had taken the liberty to squeeze the round flesh again.

It had taken a second to gather her wits, but as soon as her brain had flicked back on, Jennie was pushing at his chest with one hand and taking a step back. Luckily, Mino had abided and released the blonde with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, you better be. What the fuck was that?"

"You... I thought you-"

"Has everything I said go over your head?" Jennie narrowed her eyes and gave him the most intimidating glare that she could muster. "Maybe in a different life I would have wanted to kiss you. But not this one. I'm sorry, Mino."

"No. I'm sorry." He sighed.

Jennie shook her head and gazed passed the teenager to the group of teachers. Jisoo was gone.

"Fuck. I gotta go."

"I'm sorry!"

The blonde waved a hand at him as she marched towards the back exit where she had seen a shadow just moments ago. The door had clicked shut by the time she had reached it.

"Fuck!" Jennie pushed the door open and made haste to exit, but one of the staff members had departed from the group to grab her arm.

"You can't exit that way."

"I just saw someone go through here. I need-"

"I'm sorry, but you can't." He didn't look the least bit of sympathetic as he pulled her back.

Jennie struggled in his grasp, trying so desperately to break free. She needed to get to Jisoo before she left. She couldn't just let her go. But this stupid fuck of a teacher wouldn't let her go.

"Come on! Just let me go!" She could feel her throat constricting as she spoke. Her eyes were beginning to glisten. "I need to go! You don't understand!"

"I can't let you through." The man shook his head, leaving Jennie to sigh and give her attempts a rest.

"Good. There's an exit over there that you can use." He pointed towards the door that Jennie had entered earlier, which so happened to be across the entire gymnasium.

"Fine..." she could have wept when he released her arm as she had trudged a few steps away from the exit. When he had turned to head back towards the crowd of teachers, Jennie hastily scrambled to the door once again, this time succeeding as she slipped through the exit. The teacher was shouting after her, but she couldn't hear him. She was too focused on sprinting down the hall in search of Jisoo. There was absolutely no clue of where she would have gone. She could have gone home, for all Jennie knew.

The blonde hastily walked down the halls, head whipping back and forth to peek into each room. All that had come up empty. And when she had passed down the English hallway, Jisoo's room was as dark as can be. Just to be sure, Jennie quickly walked towards the door and tried for the handle. It was locked.

"Fucking hell." The blonde growled and made her way down the hall once again. Where was Jisoo going to be? She wouldn't just go home, would she? Would she?

Then she heard it, as she passed the gym's doors as she made her way there. It wasn't Jisoo's voice, but a couple of girls gossiping outside the door.

"Did you go into the girl's bathroom?" One of them spoke urgently to a redhead.

"What? No. Why?" The redhead replied, tilting her head with green eyes focused on the brunette in front of her.

"There's someone in one of the stalls."

"Oh, congratulations! You know that people actually use the restroom." The redhead sarcastically enthused.

The brunette rolled her eyes. "No! I meant there was someone crying. I didn't see who it was, but I could hear them sniffling."

"Which bathroom?" Jennie suddenly moved to stand between the two of them. She usually never interrupted others' conversations, but this was her only lead on Jisoo right now. Maybe that was her. And if it was, oh god, Jennie felt like utter shit for making the older woman cry. Again.

"Who the fuck are you?" The brunette narrowed her eyes.

"No one. Just tell me what bathroom."

"Do you know who it is?" The redhead queried, a gentle look in her eyes.

"Possibly. But it's kind of urgent if so. So, please."

"It's the one nearest to the gym. Where else?"

"Thanks." And Jennie was off, leaving the two of them to continue with their gossip. Hopefully this was Jisoo and hopefully she would still be in there.

Oh, god, what had she done? It was a bad idea to come to the dance with Mino. She should have just rejected him like she had planned if not for the insistence of her friends- which she hadn't seen at all upon her arrival.

After hastily making her way down the hall, squirming passed the people loitering in the hallways and talking about the mysterious girl in the bathroom, she had soon arrived in front of the girls' restroom. A few people stood outside, whispering to one another. The blonde scowled at them and made her way into the bathroom. There were a couple girls inside as well, touching themselves up in the mirror.

Jennie slowly walked up beside them and pretended to fluff her hair all the while checking each stall in the mirror. Every stall appeared to be empty, each door slightly ajar to cross off the list. Dammit.

Then her eyes landed on the final stall door, which was completely shut. Jennie could see the shadow of a being ghost across the tiles. Was that her? If only she could see the shoes that she wore...

And to get these two girls out of the bathroom because she was running out of things to do in front of this mirror and she was starting to look like an idiot just standing there, staring at herself.

"Can you believe that?" One of the girls' voice asked, loud and squeaky.

"No!" The other replied as the two of them pushed away from the sinks.

"It's so crazy, isn't it?"

"I know!"

"Why would someone do that?"

"I don't know!"

Jennie wrinkled her brows and slowly inched her way closer to the closed door at the far end of the bathroom. What the hell were they talking about again? She hadn't necessarily been paying attention. Her main focus was on trying to find Jisoo.

"Uh! I can't believe that someone would use a hook."

What the fuck?

Their voices faded away as they left the bathroom, leaving Jennie alone with whoever was in that stall. She really hoped that it was Jisoo or else she was absolutely fucked. Who knows what it would turn out like if she were to knock on that stall and someone else would be in there?

Maybe she could call her? Or text. If she hears a phone go off- which she hoped that Jisoo would have hers on her- then she would definitely know that it was her. So she whipped her phone from her jacket pocket and quickly thumbed through to find Jisoo under her messages.

Jisoo?

Send.

Then she heard a soft buzzing coming from the stall behind her.

"Jisoo?" She whispered, slowly walking towards the closed metal door.

"Just leave me alone." Her voice was huskier than usual. She really had been crying.

"Come on, Chu. Please..." The blonde slowly lifted her arm and rest the palm of her hand flat on the stall door. "I-I didn't mean..."

"You didn't mean, what? To kiss him?" Jisoo growled and banged against the door, reverberating the metal against Jennie's hand.

"You said you wouldn't! You promised, Jennie, and you broke it!"

"But he kissed me, Jisoo!" The blonde sighed and laid her forehead against the metal. "I didn't want it."

"Always the likely story! It sure as hell looked like you did. You even moved like you wanted to do it." Her voice started to falter, the next words coming from her mouth were but a mere whisper. "You lied to me."

"I wasn't expecting that he was going to do that. Please, Jisoo. Hear me out."

"No! Jennie, you've... You've really hurt me. And you lied. I was watching you."

"And if you were watching me, you should have seen me push him away."

"But you didn't move away when he was going to kiss you." Jisoo's heels could be heard clacking against the white tile. The sound of the lock echoed in the room, but the door didn't open. "You could have. You had enough time."

"I..."

"Do you even have anything to say about that? Anything to defend yourself with?"

"I... I wasn't... He was just moving... and... I couldn't... I..."

"Yes. I do understand where you are getting at." Jisoo let the stall door swing open, causing Jennie to fall forward with a slight flail before she gathered herself and stood up straight. That's when she got a good look at the woman in front of her. "You have no excuse. You let him kiss you. It was all you, Jennie." She continued as the blonde observed her, frowning at the words that she had spoken.

The once perfectly painted makeup around her eyes was now smeared down her cheeks like a black waterfall. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose runny, for Jennie could hear her sniffle every now and again.

"Oh, Chu..." Jennie stepped forward, bringing a hand up to touch the brunette's cheek, but she turned her head and stepped back, bumping into the porcelain toilet.

"Don't. I just want to be alone." Her eyes were glued to the ground, her head slightly lowered and body hunched.

"Please... Just let me explain. Nothing is going on between us."

"You do not show it well enough." Jisoo slowly moved forward and slipped passed the blonde, her heels slowly clicking on the floor as she moved towards the door.

"Jisoo..." Jennie followed after her. "We need to talk. Please let me explain."

"I..." Jisoo paused and turned around, her eyes glimmering with tears and her lips trembling as she spoke. "I need some time... I need time. Please, give it to me. I cannot do this right now..."

"Jisoo, I love you..." Jennie reached forward, her hand successfully resting on Jisoo's shoulder. The brunette met emerald eyes, pleading with all her might. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she let an olive toned hand rest upon the teenager's and gave it a squeeze. The blonde gave her a tentative smile.

"Don't." And with that simple word, Jennie's entire world came crashing down around her. Jisoo removed the blonde's hand from her shoulder and slowly turned towards the door. Neither spoke as the brunette made her way out of the bathroom, leaving Jennie alone with a numb heart.

What the fuck just happened?

What did she just do?

Why was she such a fucking idiot?

Jennie could feel the tears start drawing themselves to her eyes, her heartbeat thumbing at a rapid pace and her breath becoming shallow. Her heart had a terrible ache to it. It felt as if someone had stuck their hand inside her chest and was squeezing the hell out of that damned muscle. That stupid muscle that got her into this in the first place.

She loved Jisoo, she loves Jisoo, and now she had probably just let the woman slip right through her fingers from some stupid choice. She should have never taken Mino up on that offer. She should have never let him dance with her. Especially during a slow song. She just should have never done anything at all.

The blonde had found herself in the same stall that Jisoo had locked herself in. She did the same, taking a seat on the toilet and burying her face into her hands. Everything just hurt so much right now. Sorrow had taken over her entire body, everything aching as her regrets slid down her cheeks and arms through crystalline drops.