Developments // Jenlisa
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  • Reads 99,862
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 1h 58m
Complete, First published Jun 22, 2021
Mature
"I'm in love with you," she whispers, her voice breaking. Jennie's face softens completely. "So much that I think it might kill me, except I don't even like you right now. I don't even know who you really are. I don't even think you do." She shrugs. "I would love to be with you but I can't, Jennie, I can't. I can be your friend, but I really think you need to figure out who you are and what you want before anything else can happen."

Jennie's face falls and tears stream down her cheeks. Lisa wipes them away reverently, breath uneven at the wetness on the thumbs.

"You don't want me?" Jennie chokes hopelessly.

Lisa smiles and shakes her head. "It's not about what I want," she breathes. "Plus," she tries to smile. "It might not just be you that I'm getting."

Post-disbandment fic.
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Her stride radiated arrogance; she moved as if she owned the place. Lithe and tall, she had a rough-around-the-edges charm that was undeniably womanly. With a raw and powerful sex appeal, she captivated the attention of everyone in the restaurant. When the woman finally stopped in front of her, she remained unsmiling. She took the seat across from her. "Jennie Ruby Jane Kim," she said, her tone tinged with boredom. "Lalisa Manoban," Jennie replied, showing little interest. She didn't bother to smile. What was the point? "I ordered for us. I've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes." The ash-blonde woman frowned, tilting her head as she assessed the brunette's expression. "And what makes you think you know my preferences?" "For chrissake, it's just food," Jennie snapped, annoyed. "What did you get for me?" "Pasta." "Then clearly, you don't know what I like at all. Want to know what I actually want for dinner?" "What?" The Thai woman smirked before replying, "You."