"You." A kiss. "Me." Another kiss. "A nice house." Kiss. "No picket fences. I hate cliches. Let's do a huge iron gate." Kiss. "Oh, and a dog...and a cat." Kiss. "Kids. Preferably seven." Kiss.
Jisoo started laughing against Jennie's kisses, ruining their form. "Not seven." She whispered, feeling completely safe and content in Jennie's arms, even on the cold hard bench of the locker room.
"Six." Jennie whispered, tugging on Jisoo's bottom lip with her own.
"Are you going to be paying your dues in the form of child birth?" Jisoo quipped.
"I could." Jennie offered. "If I don't go pro-"
"Okay then forget it." Jisoo amended. "I didn't suffer through all this just to have you become an accountant."
Jennie nodded, pressing their foreheads together. "I'm sorry you suffered." She whispered sincerely. "But it's almost over. Just this game, win or lose, and I'm done making you suffer. I won't play again, next season, if you want."
Jisoo smiled against her lips, rolling her eyes. "Of course I want you playing."
If only Jennie knew how Jisoo was suffering.
"Let's not talk about football." Jennie mumbled.
"But your game is in an hour." Jisoo replied softly.
"I don't care." Jennie shrugged, circling her arms a bit tighter around Jisoo. She eyed her grandmother's "promise" ring on Jisoo's finger, and she felt butterflies bursting within her. It was the single greatest feeling in the world. "Jisoo?" Jennie spoke softly.
Her voice was so vulnerable, her emerald doe eyes so fragile and wide, Jisoo wanted to hold her forever.
"Yes?" Jisoo whispered, caressing her cheek with all the love she could muster into the motion.
"If..." Jennie began quietly. "If I...asked you to marry me. Right here, right now. No game, no school, no obligations. I would fill up the car, and we'd just...drive. We could burn through the account in my name. We could travel. We could forget all our responsibilities, except to each other. Would you say yes?"
Jisoo couldn't help her watery eyes and her smile as she thought about that sort of life with Jennie. Sure, it was a far cry from what they would actually have to live with, but it was so beautiful. Life with Jennie, living day by day.
Jisoo kissed the corner of Jennie's mouth, slowly inching into her lips. They kissed for a moment, hungry lips and soft gasps, until Jisoo answered, "Of course I would. I'd go anywhere with you, Jen."
And for just a moment, it was a possibility.
And then the calls of, "C'mon Kim. Get your ass out here, move it!" Reverberated into the locker room, and the dream dissipated like smoke in the air.
"Are you nervous?" Jisoo asked, per their ritual.
"The Commander doesn't get nervous." Jennie replied with a little smirk. Jisoo moved to get up, and Jennie stood, stretching a little, then lacing her hand with Jisoo's. She looked absolutely fierce in her black uniform with red trim, her eyes in full "war paint" courtesy of Jisoo.
"I love you." Jisoo whispered. "Good luck out there."
Jennie quirked a brow, squeezing Jisoo's hand. "C'mon." She whispered.
Jisoo blinked. "What?"
"I want you benchside." Jennie murmured. "I want to see you every chance I get. It's good motivation."
"Jennie, I-"
"You told me that you couldn't, at the beginning of the season, because I wasn't the star. Well, now I am, and I want you there. I want to show you off and kiss you when the cameras are rolling on me." Jennie whined. "If...you want to, of course!" She added softly. "I just missed having you in your usual spot."
