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The Day with Jennie Kim [7]

Jennie Kim x Fem!reader

The turning point.

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You’ve been moping at home for the past three days. Despite the cover Roseanne gave you and her quickly sending you home to change out of your wet clothes, you still got sick. You were bedridden for two days, and now your cold has almost gone away. Jisoo wasn’t allowing you to return back to work despite you telling her your fine. She insists you take a break after what happened with Mandu.

After what felt the longest, the third day of your sick leave was over, you headed to work the next morning.

You approached the shop, smiling when you heard music drifting through the cracked open windows. It was a song you’ve never heard playing before. You entered through the studio instead of the front door this time, wanting to drop something off. You hummed to the music as you set up your pottery wheel, you looked to the side and noticed Roseanne hadn’t arrived to work yet.

You placed your things down before walking to the slightly opened door that led into the main shop, only to freeze.

Lisa and Jisoo stood in the middle of the shop, their bodies slowly swaying to the music that played. They held each other close as they moved in perfect sync with the beat. Their eyes met, locked in an intimate stare that had your face hot from witnessing it. You felt like you were intruding. (You were.) Jisoo slightly lifted her head to look up at Lisa who smiled shyly at her, she placed a chaste kiss on Jisoo’s lips. But it seemed like Jisoo wanted more— so Lisa kissed her again. This time deeper, and more passionate than the first. It was as if she was pouring all her love into the kiss. (She was.)

Now you truly feel intrusive. You backed up, one foot behind the other… Then again, one foot behind the other, but this time it wasn’t air, you collided into a body. Scared, you let out a squeak and turned your head, Roseanne stood there with wide eyes. Although she wasn’t looking at you. She looked at her friends lip-locked.

You began to open your mouth, maybe to tell her to not scare you like that, but to also ask what the hell she was looking at with such wide eyes. That’s until you felt a pinch to your side, she had pinched you.

“Ouc-!” You turned, knowing your sound had to have gotten the two's attention. You watched amusingly as they both turned to you shocked. Jisoo’s head sharply moved upwards, hitting Lisa in the chin. Then they both separated, Lisa pretended to fix her bangs and Jisoo whistled to herself as she watered a nearby plant. It really was something you’d see in a cartoon on television. Lisa and Jisoo had flushed faces; either from them realizing you caught them, or from their…earlier activities.

Roseanne cleared her throat. Lisa and Jisoo exchanged a look before Jisoo took a deep breath before turning to you.

“(Y/n?) Did you..” Jisoo began, only to be cut off by you slamming the door, and once closed you pushed Roseanne back a bit. Glaring at her when she started laughing at the situation. You paced around the room for a couple seconds before sitting down at your desk. You’ll have to face your bosses head on. Maybe they won’t fire you. The doorknob started to jiggle and you held your breath.

“That’s my que to leave, good luck (Y/n)!” She gave you a thumbs up before walking out. You could see Roseanne pulling the cart as she hastily walked down the slope, when she got to the bottom she pointed at you and made a slicing motion under her neck. You rolled your eyes.

You had a feeling she already knew about the two, and that you were just left in the dark about Jisoo and Lisa’s relationship. You rolled a pencil on your desk as you were waiting for them to unlock the studio door.

It didn’t take long for them to open it. They walked in slowly, Lisa hiding behind Jisoo despite being taller than her was quite funny.

“So..” You trailed off.

“You saw, yes?” You nodded. They looked tense, it’s then you realized you need to clear up your view on their relationship.

“You guys are cute.” You broke the silence, and not after a beat you spoke again, “I already have a name for you two!” You smiled like you were a genius.

“What?” Lisa questioned.

“Yeah. It’s Lisoo!” They stared at you in silence.

“What?” Jisoo questioned.

“Wow, you two are really playing broken-record player today. I said Lisoo! Lisa plus Jisoo? Get it?” You deadpanned.

“No, We get that.”, “Yeah it’s cute. I like it.”

“I mean, you’re fine with us- two women being together?”

“Huh— of course.” You tilted your head. Wasn’t it obvious?

Lisa’s shoulders relaxed, “Okay good.”

“So how long?”

“Oh- years.” Wow.

“I can’t believe I didn’t find out earlier.” You whined.

“What can we say? We’re good at keeping secrets.” They are.

Roseanne walked through the door at that moment out of breath, “What did I miss?” She smiled lopsidedly. You stared blankly at her.

A couple hours later You finished work, it was early afternoon. You were stopped as you walked out the shop by Jisoo.

“Hey, Jennie told me to give you this.” Jisoo held an envelope in her hand. You took it from her, ignoring the way she smiled knowingly. You walked down the slope and sat on a nearby bench before opening its contents. In neat handwriting she wrote,

Hello, it's Jennie. I hope Jisoo followed through and gave you this letter.

I heard about what happened with Mandu and what you did…I don’t know how to thank you, really. I’m not sure what would have happened if they got the key— undoubtedly, I’d have to let them in, into my life because it’s the rule. But you prevented that.

You’ve done so much for me already.

I would like to show my gratitude. Would today be a good day to cook together? Although I’m not in front of you as you're reading this, if you're interested stop by my house after work?

You smiled at the cat she drew at the bottom. Of course you would head to Jennie’s house after work..

You approach the big house again and ring the doorbell, and a minute later you hear feet padding, then the door opens.

“(Y/n)! Hi!” Jennie opens the door excitedly. You go to greet her back, not at all ready to be pulled into a hug. You were flustered to say the least. You hugged back, your head resting atop Jennie’s.

When you pulled away you were met with Jennie clad in a sweater and jeans. This was probably the first time you saw her dressed in something comfy because dresses and heels aren't your definition of comfy. (you thought she looked cute.)

“Hi Jennie. You seem happy today.”

“Yes I am,” because she got to see you.

“Oh— do come in, you can take your shoes off and put them there.” She gestured. You did as she said. You looked around. It was your first time being inside Jennie’s house.

The foyer was a square room with a shoe shelf, rug, and coat rack. It had a unique chandelier hanging from the room’s ceiling and brick flooring. After the foyer, which led into another area that split into five hallways. But in the area, gray carpet lined the floors and a grand staircase encased with railing led to the second floor.

Jennie smiled at you who had an awed expression. She would give you a tour sometime, but now, “Follow me, I don’t want you to get lost.” She informed you as she took a left. You turned into a hallway lined with paintings.

You slowly trailed behind her, admiring her home. It was very spacious, the high ceilings and wide door frames made it open. You can’t believe she lived alone.

After another turn and walk through what looked like a living room, you arrived at her kitchen. Her kitchen had almost every appliance you could think of and was big. There was a long island in the middle.

Jennie turned to you and guessured to the seat across from where she stood, you sat down, “welcome to the place where I make very delicious things.”

You got comfy in your seat, “Is Mandu here?”

“Ah. You’ve just missed her.” She informed albeit reluctantly, she knew you wouldn’t like hearing that.

Jennie placed a basket of granny apples on the counter before shuffling around some more. You looked at her wide eyed. How could she be so nonchalant after what happened?

“You’re letting her wander around again?” You frowned, unable to hide the judgment from your voice. You don’t think you could handle another scare. This failed attempt of the Hunters only proved to make them more determined, unfortunately. They got a small taste of victory and now wanted more. Not to mention Minho is still looking into how his plan failed. It’s only a matter of time before he connects the dots.

“Yes I am, but..” She trailed off as she reached up to grab what seemed like a mixing bowl, wincing at the pain that shot up her arm, she retracted. You noticed, and with a worried look you grabbed it for her, placing it on the counter.

“Thank you.” She squeezed your arm.

She continued on. “But I assure you, there’s no safer place she could be right now.” Jennie smiled at you before continuing to dig through the cabinets. You told yourself to trust her words. Soon she stopped rummaging around and began washing her hands.

You looked at all the ingredients and cooking utensils she laid out. The main things that caught your eye were an aluminum pie pan, apples, butter, dough, and cinnamon. “Are you maybe making apple pie?”

“Yes, shall we get started?”

“We?” You laughed, “I’m helping?” You mused, rounding the table to stand next to Jennie.

“Of course.”

“And here I thought I could sit and watch.” You spoke teasingly as you rolled up your sleeves to wash your hands as well.

“You help cook, you get to eat it. It’s only fair.” She winked. “Usually you’d only be eating and the food would be cooked by me already, but I was out of it for a couple days.”

“Oh? Did you get sick too? This weather is freezing.” You dried off your hands. Being around the mountains and the village built in elevated land meant it would be way colder than normal autumn weather. You can’t imagine what winter would be like.

“You have no idea.” She shook her head.

“Alright, but are you sure you want me to help? I do have an unpleasant record of ruining food and setting things on fire.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you can’t mess anything up with this recipe.” Little did Jennie know how wrong she was.

You were tasked with peeling the apples. You nicked your fingers a few times through the process, but soon you had eight peeled and sliced— a little smaller sliced than they should be— apples. Jennie was preheating the oven and buttering the pans.

Jennie then sets a mixing bowl in between you.

She helped you transfer the apples into it, thankfully she managed to save half the apples from falling to the floor. Then she added cinnamon, brown sugar, granulated sugar, nutmeg, and a small amount of lemon juice. You mixed it and then you were on to the next step.

Making the pie crust. You helped Jennie grab a huge flat wooden cupboard from the shelf and sprinkled flour over it. She handed you the rolling pin, you're going to be put to work, “I’m doing the hard parts hm?” You rolled your sleeves up again to prevent flour getting on them.

Jennie watched as you got to work flattening at the dough, your muscles flexing as you did so. Her eyes lingered on your arms. Pulling the delivery cart did you some good—!

“Jennie?”

“Yes?” She answered, not missing a beat. She blinked, gazing back at you. Her neck burned from embarrassment.

“ I think I rolled it out enough. What is the next step?”

She turned back to the bowl of apples, “We’ll just cook these for a few minutes so they don’t get undercooked in the oven.” She poured the apple mixture into a skillet on low heat.

“Just put butter in there. I’ll be right back.” She informed you before leaving the kitchen. You spaced out, mistaking hearing her say butter for milk.

“So I just pour milk in here right?” You asked, as she walked back in the kitchen, looking at the milk you already poured on the apples currently sizzling in the pan.

“Yes that’s right— wait…milk?” Jennie quickly stood up to check on your progress. Her mouth opened and closed before she kept it shut. Although a couple seconds later she started giggling. You were not supposed to put milk with the apples in the pan. Thankfully you didn’t pour a lot.

“Wait, is that wrong?? Ah..I ruined it didn’t I…” You frowned, you haven’t even put the filling in the pie, you hadn’t even put the pie in the oven and you messed up.

“No not really, you just have to cook them longer so it thickens up again.” Jennie stood next to you, the smell of citrus and vanilla hitting your nose. You thought Jennie always smelled nice and comforting, cozy.

You handed her the wooden spoon and watched as she turned the heat up and stirred. You wish you could cook like her.

Once the apples were done you transferred them to the pit crust for filling. Then you rolled another circle and covered the apples. Jennie cut holes in it so it can cook, brushed some egg wash on top and then she popped it in the oven.

The pie was done an hour later, the smell wafting around made your mouth water. Jennie pulled the pot out with oven mitts. You both cut a piece and left it to cool while Jennie brought drinks to her living room; where you were going to eat.

Her living room was next to the house's entrance. It had a fireplace against the wall. There was a long couch moved into an L shape, a glass coffee table centered. You both sat down on one couch.

You took a bite of the pie. “It’s good!” You exclaimed. You would cry over it, but you're not Roseanne. A comfortable silence fell on the two of you. Only the clicking of forts hitting tupperware was heard. You finished eating about seven minutes later.

Jennie set her finished plate on the glass table, and turned to you, tucking her legs. You did the same.

“I didn’t see you around as much last week. I even visited the shop a couple of times but you were always gone..” Jennie pouted. But then something dawned on her. Her expression of realization, she spoke with a teasing tone. “Perhaps you were avoiding me as well?”

Your expression fell into panic. “I— I guess I was..but it was to keep you and your cat safe.” You stuttered, your voice quiet with a tinge of guilt. Jennie laughed.

“Relax, I’m just pulling your leg.” She said leisurely as she patted your knee. “To protect me, hm?” She wiggled her brows. You stared at her with your jaw slack. What did you do to deserve this teasing? You turned your body away from her.

“Nooo,” she dragged on, “look at me, please. I’m sorry.” She wasn’t. You were adorable.

You huffed, still not facing her. You found amusement in teasing her back. She poked your back a couple times before giving up.

“Mandu missed you.” She spoke up. She was referring to when you avoided the feline. Had she now? You turned back to face her, now curious.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Did she tell you that?” You raised a brow.

“She did.” You thought maybe Jenchulichaeng could really talk to animals after all.

“Really?”

“Really.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. You both were content without saying words, you enjoyed each other's presence.

You looked around the living room and noticed a book on the table. It was a famous book about a man who flew around the world, visiting countries and states.

“Do you like traveling?” You asked when the question came to mind. She hummed.

“I like the idea of traveling. You’d see and experience different cultures, architecture, and people unique to those places. I know I would love it too.” She spoke almost dreamily.

“You’ve never traveled before?” You were surprised. She had all this— yet she seems like she’s never done it before.

“I’ve never left Furusato.” She explained, her eyes downcast. Almost like she was ashamed she’s never traveled before. Did she not want to leave Furusato and travel? But she speaks so up in the clouds about it. You looked at her confused, causing her to elaborate.

“I can’t— well, I can, just not this year. Next year.” Maybe.

“Oh.” You didn’t have many words, as you didn’t want to pry even more. You felt the need to brighten up Jennie’s mood. “Well, I’ve traveled a lot. It’s a hobby of mine when I have the money. I have a book dedicated to the places I’ve traveled, you know, something like a log. It has pictures too!”

Jennie seemed intrigued. “In color?”

“Yes. I could lend it to you to look at?”

“I’d love that.” She really would.

“I can..I can actually have it back to you by tonight.” You knew your old traveling scrapbook was laying around somewhere in your house. You were a decent shot at photography, Jennie would love to see the photos from your travels.

“I’ll take you up on that promise.” She grinned.

You left about half an hour later, wanting to find the book and get it back to Jennie before the sun goes down.

You were in for quite the surprise though.

You managed to find the book, and began to head back. The sun was already setting. You wanted to see The Willow, how the tree looked in fall so you made a stop.

You walked under the bridge, and opened the mossy door, walking into the clearing.

All while being watched.

He smoothed his hair to the side, the bow he used before hanging loosely strapped on his back. They entered quietly through the entrance, wondering to themselves why they’ve never seen this area before.

You stood under the tree, simply enjoying the scenery. The book in your hand. It seemed like the river that flowed through the village made it to this place, it curved around the area rushing as fast as it did by the creek.

Deciding you saw enough you turned around. Minho’s voice stopped you in your tracks. You froze, clutching the photo book tighter.

“You did it didn’t you?” He asked. He shook his head as he laughed in disbelief. It was only a matter of time till he found out. You did leave your sweater behind before you jumped in the river. They found it when they retraced their steps.

“Why must you always be a thorn in our side?!” He paused, giving you a long stare, he searched for something. He gaped at the realization. A realization he should’ve been caught on too.

“You like Jennie? No— you seem to have feelings for her farther than that don’t you?” He scowled.

Ever since you came here everything’s been all over the place. They thought you were harmless, just another foreigner, only to find out you were a part of the competition.

“No it’s not like that.” You clenched your fists helplessly at your sides.

“You're just like us aren’t you? The only difference is that you're a woman.” The men around him laughed, Jennie wouldn’t date a woman, she’s looking for a man after all.

“I’m nothing like you..” Brainless fools, blinded by obsession, calling that love. You weren’t the one trying to kill the cat. You weren’t the one constantly making dirty remarks to Jennie.

You were her friend, and content to stay that way.

“Well it doesn’t matter now does it? You're in the way, a thorn that must be removed.” He spoke darkly, pulling out a dagger, “Permanently.”

Kai stumbled out of the bar laughing, a woman to his left and right. A beer in his left hand. They kissed him on the cheek and parted ways, giggling at how he waved at them in his drunken stupor. Kai smiled charmingly at them, chuckling to himself at the effect he had on women. He only pretended to be drunk, he was just slightly tipsy.

Kai leaned against the stone walls with a sigh. He lazily gazed at the almost empty streets, only those who stay awake in the midnight lingered. The feeling of loneliness creeps up at him and he frowns. Why can he get any woman except Jennie Kim? Why is she different? He shook his head.

Kai kicked the decorative rocks before shoving one hand in his pocket. He strolled the brick lamp illuminated streets, no particular destination in mind. He stopped upon hearing the rustle of a bush, shaking his head when nothing came out of it. He took a sip of his poison before continuing sauntering.

In the distance, Jennie rambled the streets in search of you. She was clad in a sweater with a shawl around her shoulders, and her hair in a ponytail. She wasn’t really thinking about being seen or being alone this late, just that she had to find you. You said you would be back earlier and you weren’t.

Kai noticed her figure despite his wavering eyesight— how could he not when she was so alluring? Kai blinked, the familiar warm feeling bubbling up in his chest made him smile. It instantly replaced that feeling of loneliness and despair.

He watched as Jennie’s pace began to speed up. He noticed that she slowly became sho— and then she was no longer there. Kai was dumbfounded, had he been hallucinating? He took another swig of his beer.

Maybe he was drunker than he thought. Hurried footsteps approached.

“Kai! Minho is making a move without you!” Namjoon informed as he finally caught up with him. He had been searching everywhere for Kai.

“What?” Kai asked, a bite in his tone.

“He’s going after the key- and that (Y/n) woman is there too.”

A/N: 3000+ Words! Im so proud of this chapter.

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