The car picked Jennie up at quarter past midday the next day. Jisoo came along, not by Jennie's invitation but because of her own choosing – she didn't really feel like letting Jennie go alone, especially when she knew there'd be reporters and uncomfortable questions about her parents to expect. Jennie needed that support.
Jennie wore her blazer and skirt, the same ones she'd worn to court, and they both had their own respective flashbacks to that time of anxiety. While their situation was of course infinitely better now than what it had been, there was still that air of anxiety that they were yet to clear.
Jisoo worried that the anxiety would never truly go away.
Jennie worried the anxiety would only find more plausible causes to live on in their lives.
But they got out of their apartment and climbed into the car together, and Jisoo held Jennie's hand the whole way to the police station.
"We'll be fine," she muttered. "You'll be just fine."
Jennie nodded, though her jaw was clenched to signal that she was still relatively stressed. "I'd really rather not be doing this."
"Think of it this way. By doing this, you're helping your parents be put away in prison. Maybe even for life."
"That'd be the dream," Jennie hummed. "Them, gone forever."
"Let's make it a reality."
"That's up to the judge, and the DA-"
Jisoo laughed. "I know, I know. I didn't mean it literally."
"Right."
They arrived at the police station, and upon seeing the small crowd of reporters waiting outside, Jennie tensed up. The instant the doors were opened, there was a swarm of reporters around them, flashing lights and microphones shoved in their faces and cameras watching their every move as they tried to push their way through to the door.
"Miss Kim, how are you involved with this?"
"Miss Kim, were you aware of your parents' illegal activities?"
"Miss Kim, what did you think when you-"
Jennie drowned out the questions and clung to Jisoo's hand almost desperately as she pushed through the crowd and got to the door. Some kindly soul opened it for her, and she dragged herself and Jisoo inside, the silence provided by the walls around them setting her panic back down again.
"Jesus," Jisoo muttered, "They're brutal. You okay?"
Jennie nodded. "I'm fine."
"You're really pale. You sure you're fine?"
Jennie took a deep breath and shook her head to clear her mind. "Yeah, yeah. Just a little shaken. There were so many of them."
"You sure you can do this now?"
"I'm here, aren't I? Might as well get this over with."
Jisoo nodded, and followed along as Jennie went over to the desk to announce her arrival. When a while later a few detectives came over to greet her, Jisoo was shown to a corner with a few seats and a TV, showing the news on an endless loop with the volume down too low and the remote nowhere to be seen.
She waited patiently, flipping through the magazines of the waiting area over and over again for what ended up being almost an hour and a half, until finally Jennie emerged from a room, looking as exhausted as ever. Jisoo stood up and went over to greet her, and smiled at the detectives who came in after her.
"Um, excuse me, Miss Kim?"
Both Jennie and Jisoo looked at the detectives expectantly, and the one who'd spoken, an Agent Rizzi, realized her mistake a little while later. "Right, sorry, Jisoo Kim, I mean- could we ask you a few questions? We just want to be thorough with the investigation."
Jisoo glanced at Jennie, who nodded. "Um, yeah, okay. Sure."
She gave Jennie a quick peck to the cheek before following the detectives into the interrogation room, where she was seated before a desk that she'd thus far only seen in police shows. There was a mirror on one wall, no doubt concealing a second room from which anyone could see her – the thought of being watched without her knowledge set Jisoo into a state of uneasiness, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the detectives went through some papers before spreading them in front of her.
"Right, Miss Kim, this all goes on the record and will be recorded. Do you consent to this?"
Jisoo nodded. "I do."
"Good. So you confirm that you are Jisoo Kim, the wife of Jennie Kim, neé Ruby Jane Kwon?"
"Yes."
"And you are aware of the scandal surrounding her parents, having come to light from a recent information leak?"
"Yes."
"There have been some claims by the accused that you or your wife may have had something to do with this leak. Is this true?"
"No, not at all."
The detective looked at Jisoo for a while. "Figured as much. They have much to pit against you, do they not?"
"I think I wouldn't be wrong in saying they hate both Jennie and myself," Jisoo sighed. "I'm sure you have the records from the court case we won a few months ago against them. They should give you a good picture of just why they would accuse us of causing this."
"Yes, we just wanted to clarify that fact. Now, about their financials and illegal activities – according to your wife, she had some idea, but had no concrete proof and was frankly too afraid to speak up about her suspicions."
Oh, Jennie, Jisoo smiled to herself. Honest as always.
The detective took a moment to decipher her notes before continuing. "She told us that she had no conscious or consenting involvement in these illegal activities perpetrated by her parents. Can you confirm this?"
"Yes. From what I understand, Jennie didn't do anything – she didn't have any control over anything in her life when she lived with them. There's no way they would've let her make any decisions in anything, let alone finances or properties and stuff like that."
"Yes, that appears to be the case. We'll just have some financial details and such for you to go through and sign off on, just your shared properties and such – we're trying to track down all the wealth and properties in their name and what could be hidden away under other owners, but thus far as we can see, all the properties listed under your wife's and your name's are perfectly legally attained and owned."
Jisoo faltered for a while. "My name? As in I own these properties too?"
"Yes," the detective said. "Through your marriage, the ownership of Miss Kwon – well, Miss Kim's wealth is as much yours as hers. She didn't tell you?"
"Must've slipped her mind."
"Well, we'll just have you look over these statements and see if you think they're accurate, and then you're free to go. We may be more in touch, but so far as we can see, neither you nor your wife are directly linked to this case."
And so a while later Jisoo was released, and she walked into the significantly brighter lit hallway to find Jennie waiting for her. She was tugging at her sleeve like she did when she was anxious, and Jisoo let out a sigh before placing a hand on her arm and smiling.
"You didn't tell me I'm rich now."
Jennie made a face. "I didn't know how to bring it up."
"I own half of everything you do!"
"And, technically, I won half of whatever you own."
Jisoo laughed. "Jokes on you, that means you've gained half of a crappy leather couch and a buttload of paint."
"I love that couch."
"Wanna go home and curl up on it?"
"God, yes."
They slipped out through the back and managed to avoid the swarm of reporters, and got home quickly enough – the instant they were home, they were greeted by Dalgom, who had managed to get into their sock drawer. All around the apartment, socks and underwear were sprawled out along the floors and couches, and Dalgom was carrying his prized favorite in his mouth, effectively drool-drenched and completely unusable.
"Oh, Dalgom," Jennie groaned, "That was my favorite sock!"
Jisoo laughed. "He has good taste."
"He's practically eaten it!" Jennie cried as she tried to catch the puppy, but Dalgom darted off elsewhere, and Jennie's skirt did not give her enough mobility to crawl after him. Jisoo skirted around her and practically ran upstairs to their bedroom, emerging a while later clad in her favorite sweatpants and a sweater, no bra, a pair of wool socks on her feet.
"I'm going to crawl onto the couch and never move again," Jisoo declared as she let herself fall onto the couch with a loud thud. "Ow."
Jennie emerged into the living room with Dalgom in her arms, a drenched sock in one hand, and laughed upon seeing Jisoo looking so devastated.
"Cramps?"
"From hell," Jisoo muttered into the couch. "I can't feel anything but pain, and that detective kept yapping and yapping and I wanted to punch her in the face-"
Jennie hummed and set Dalgom down before running upstairs to change. When she came back, she found Jisoo laying on her back, looking pained as ever, and smiled gently at the sight.
"Do you want a hot water bottle or a tummy rub?"
Jisoo raised her head slightly to offer Jennie a shy grin. "Both?"
Jennie laughed and went over to put the kettle on before coming back and sitting so that Jisoo could shuffle over to lay in her lap. "You know," Jennie began as her palms kneaded soft circles into Jisoo's lower stomach, "You've ruined my cycle."
"What do you mean I've ruined your cycle? I'm over a week early! I've never been irregular before in my life, and now after living with you, I've been all over the damn place..."
"I'm coming on my period. Tomorrow, I think."
"How can you tell?"
Jennie didn't answer Jisoo, and so Jisoo cracked open an eye and repeated her question. "Jennie, how can you tell?"
Jennie was blushing, which only made Jisoo more curious. "Jennie..."
"I can't stop thinking about sex, okay?"
"Can't stop thinking about sex?"
Jennie's face was very red, and Jisoo would've laughed were it not for the fact that Jennie was clearly embarrassed.
I'm...god, Jisoo, I'm so turned on and I can't stop thinking-"
"You're horny? Now? With me looking like a hot mess?"
Jennie frowned. "You're never a mess. Hot, yes. Very hot. You're so hot."
"With my blotchy face and bloated stomach and cramping uterus."
"Yes, with your barely blotchy face and squishy adorable tummy and cramping uterus," Jennie murmured as she leaned down to kiss Jisoo's stomach. "I just want to fuck you and for you to fuck me, god, I just need for you to fuck me - but I get that you won't want to do that. I understand-"
"Who says I don't want to fuck?"
"What?"
"Are you wet right now?"
Jennie's eyes widened at the direct question, and Jisoo laughed at how flustered she was. She sat up and swiftly moved to straddle Jennie's lap, noticing that Jennie was yet to answer her question, and without another word slid her hand into Jennie's pants to meet the slick, wet, and hot arousal that had pooled between her legs.
"Looks like you are," Jisoo murmured as she began drawing patterns with her fingers, "Looks like you're very wet."
She kissed Jennie, who was very tense and taken by the whole situation, but when her tongue dipped into Jennie's mouth, the moan that her lips and tongue drew out was more than indicative of Jennie's apparent need.
"Poor baby," Jisoo continued as she slid two fingers into her wife, drawing out a quiet gasp from Jennie's lips. "All needy and wanting, thinking I wouldn't jump at the chance to satisfy you..."
"Jisoo-"
Jisoo pushed her fingers all the way in, in a way that caused her palm to press against Jennie's clit, and Jennie jumped at that contact. She threw her head back, exposing her neck to Jisoo, who was more than eager to begin kissing that sensitive skin – she sucked, and nipped, and kissed all along Jennie's neck and jaw, all the while her fingers fucked Jennie, reveling at how sensitive and wet Jennie was. She hadn't been wrong about being horny, because not minutes later Jennie was rendered completely Jisoo's, writhing and squirming beneath her as Jisoo's fingers continued to slowly thrust in and out of her, Jisoo's thumb pressing and running along her clit, Jisoo's lips claiming hers hungrily and with passion that only made her pleasure that much greater. She'd been on edge all day, jumpy and tense from stress and anxiety but also from the intensity of the throb between her legs, and had intended to satisfy herself later in the shower while Jisoo was napping – but this was better, so much better, and Jennie was sure she'd lose her mind.
"Jisoo, fuck – I'm gonna-"
Her mouth was left slightly open as Jisoo pulled away to watch her climax, which came not a second later when her fingers thrust all the way in and curled in a way that set off the orgasm that clamped the muscles of Jennie's walls around Jisoo's fingers and sent her hips bucking, grinding against Jisoo's hand, a loud gasp escaping Jennie's lips when she hit the peak of her pleasure. She squirmed beneath Jisoo, and Jisoo claimed her lips again, withdrawing her hand to cup Jennie's face with both hands, and after a while Jennie's breaths slowed down enough that Jisoo knew she was thoroughly satisfied.
"That good?" Jisoo asked quietly, her fingers tracing Jennie's lips carefully. "Did that help?"
Jennie smiled and nodded. "A little."
"A little?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Then do."
Jennie looked at Jisoo in confusion. "Wait-"
Jisoo stood up and took Jennie's hand, drawing her up with her. "Come on. Let's go take a shower."
Jennie followed when Jisoo dragged her along, and so they went upstairs and to the bathroom, where Jisoo got into the shower first, with Jennie standing outside for a while, looking a little awkward.
"You're sure?"
Jisoo let out a laugh. "God, Jennie, you don't have to fuck me if you don't want to, but at least come shower with me. I like making out with you in here."
Jennie shrugged her clothes off and stepped into the shower with Jisoo, and with gentle hands on Jisoo's hips she claimed her lips once again, taking control of the situation. Her hand moved down in between Jisoo's legs almost instinctively, but stopped before she could touch anything, drawing Jisoo to pull back and look at her in confusion.
"What?"
"This is the first time I," Jennie muttered, "The first time I, you know. Fuck someone on their period."
"It's just blood," Jisoo shrugged. "And not even that much of it."
"You're not sore?"
"Nope."
"Are you wearing a tampon?"
"Nope, not right now."
"So I can-"
"Jennie, fuck me. Please," Jisoo murmured before crashing her lips against Jennie's. "Please."
Her plea was just what Jennie needed to regain her confidence, and so she pushed Jisoo back up against the wall, which was still cool against Jisoo's wet hot skin. Jisoo raised one leg which Jennie's hand guided to wrap around her waist, while the other ran along Jisoo's thigh to her aching pussy.
Jennie focused on Jisoo's lips, on kissing her, as she slid her fingers along Jisoo's folds and pleasured her, drawing whimpers and moans from her lips as she did every single one of the things that she knew drove Jisoo wild with pleasure. And then, when she had Jisoo responding to even the slightest of touches, she slid two fingers into her, carefully, assuming she'd be more sore, but Jisoo's disappointed whimper and gasped 'more, Jennie, please' prompted her to add in a third finger as she slowly began fucking her against the shower wall. Jisoo gripped at Jennie's shoulders and allowed her to support her weight almost entirely, thankful that they'd had the sense to buy a no-slip mat for their shower – after two close calls with slipping during sex, they'd decided that they would either have to stop shower sex altogether or take precautions. And now Jisoo was thankful for that mat, because it allowed her to trust Jennie's stance enough to wrap her other leg around Jennie's waist and let Jennie carry and hold her, pin her against the wall whilst her fingers fucked her relentlessly. Her cries and moans were drowned out by the constant sound of the shower, of the hot water running along both their bodies, and the feel of Jennie's hot wet body against hers was so intoxicating she never wanted it to go away. Jennie's fingers inside her felt different, it was neither painful or strange, if anything it was just more intense – it seemed that her g-spot was infinitely more sensitive in that moment, with Jennie's fingers curling and pressing at it and drawing moans from Jisoo's lips. Her hand moved to grip the back of Jennie's neck firmly as she tried her best to drown out her moans into Jennie's mouth, and Jennie kissed her with a hunger that made Jisoo feel like she was about to faint – the heat in her core was building quickly, the pleasure so great she couldn't even think coherently, and all the while Jennie kept kissing her, kept fucking her, until Jisoo let out a cry and came – she came hard and long, squirming and grinding against Jennie's fingers and hips, her legs tightening around Jennie's waist until finally she was rendered a fucked mess held in Jennie's arms.
The shower was still running, drowning out their pants and heavy breathing.
Jennie finally withdrew her fingers from Jisoo, and Jisoo watched in both curiosity and concern as they were revealed to be coated in slick blood – but the shower washed it away, so quickly there was barely any proof of it ever being there, and she then looked at Jennie.
"That wasn't so gross, was it?"
Jennie rolled her eyes and kissed her, finally letting her down. But Jisoo didn't feel too strong, and so she still leaned heavily against Jennie, who wrapped her arms around her waist and smiled into her neck.
"It wasn't gross, Jisoo," Jennie murmured. "It was beautiful. You're beautiful."
"My cramps are gone."
"You're welcome."
"I think I'm going to start wanting more of this," Jisoo said quietly. "A lot more."
"I'm not complaining."
"Our water bill might go up."
"Who says we always have to shower?"
"That won't be gross for you?"
Jennie shrugged. "Like you said. It's just blood."
"Blood that messes up everything."
"So we'll put a towel on the bed. So what?"
"You're adorable, you know that?" Jisoo smiled. "Also, your mascara is running down your face. It looks funny."
Jennie frowned. "I forgot I was wearing makeup."
"See, I had the sense to wash it off when I got in the shower. You, on the other hand..."
"Forgive me for being goal-oriented and focusing on the task at hand."
"You look like a raccoon."
"Shut up."
"It's like that war paint you see in those movies, you know. Except way cuter."
Jennie rubbed at her eyes, and most of the makeup was only smeared even more, and Jisoo laughed. "Now you just really look like a raccoon."
"Jisoo-"
"What? You're a really cute raccoon!"
Jennie grumbled, and so Jisoo grabbed a wash cloth and gently washed the rest of the makeup off of Jennie's face. "There. All clean. Happy now?"
"Yep." Jennie smiled. "Now, how about we stop wasting water and get into our PJ's and watch some TV?"
"I call dibs on the remote."
"Damnit!"
"What? You'd pick some other documentary, and after that last one, I'm never trusting you with the remote ever again."
"It was really interesting!"
"Jennie, it was an hour-long documentary on the history of candle-making. It was a dull-fest if I've ever seen one."
"It was interesting to me-"
"Let's pick something we're both interested in. Like Friends or something."
"Okay, fine, you get to pick. But I get to braid your hair."
"Deal."
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