K-pop Idol Imagines - Chapter 48: Chapter 48
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She was her client in a murder case. Nothing more and nothing less than that.
But why could she feel all those weird sensations in her body whenever she was around? Why could she swear she lost her breath for a moment whenever she saw her?
"Y/N? Are you here with me?"
Y/N snapped out of her trance as she turned her head to glance at her goddess of a client, furrowing her eyebrows at her.
Currently, they were snooping around in a library's secret section to get ahold of the books related to some Gaulish art and history. Around the corner, they found multiple rows on the history of different civilizations that passed and ruled over the years.
In the third row, they found their civilization and started searching for it. However, the place was cramped up, so they both had to squeeze in to look around. But, Y/N's heart was in a position of bursting out already.
She knew she was a detective, she also knew how important this case was for her and her client. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from feeling hot and bothered around her client.
This was getting way out of hand.
"Detective Y/N? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Jennie. I'm fine. Did you find something?" Y/N replied, not wanting to waste more of their time thinking about anything else rather than the work.
"I'm afraid, I didn't. I was worried about you. You don't look so good, Y/N, "Jennie's soft voice was so near her ears that she thought she might not control herself and blurt out something.
"You don't have to worry about me. We don't have time to waste, search it up, "Y/N ordered, even though she was not in a very good stage herself.
Jennie sighed heavily and turned around as her back touched against Y/N's, emitting the heat that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Tightly gripping the dossier in her hand, Y/N gulped heavily and turned the pages to find something relevant.
After a few minutes, Y/N was starting to get into her element and stop thinking about Jennie. She was engrossed in the ancient people of the Gaulish civilization. Whatever she found was interesting or worth the search, she took a photo of it.
"Y/N! Look at this!" Jennie's voice startled her, so she immediately kept her file on the shelf and turned around to see Jennie pointing at the file in her hand.
"What's in that?" Y/N asked, taking the file and opening it up as Jennie sidled closer to her.
It was initially formed as a spiritualist group using iconography from the Mahrenaen tribe, and the members worshiped a three-headed goddess called Mahra. The members believed the goddess bestows wealth and power upon them. The goddess has three masks, each of which has its personality; which one she displays depends on what is sacrificed before her. Her favorites were said to be jewelry, fine weaponry, and vital organs.
"The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone, "Jennie said as she explained the three heads and what they described.
"So, this is a cult thing, huh?" Y/N asked as she took the photos of the needed pages while Jennie hummed in reply.
"It looks like it. So, do you think the murder was for the sacrifice to the goddess?" Jennie asked as Y/N kept the file in its position again.
"Maybe. At this point, I'm not even sure what to think of all this, "Y/N answered and looked up at Jennie.
And her heart started acting up again as she realized how close Jennie was to her. Y/N immediately looked away as she cleared her throat.
"I-I think we should head back to the office. We have to discuss the new lead."
"I don't want to, "Jennie said and Y/N looked at her.
"What?"
Jennie mildly shrugged, replying, "I don't know. It feels... safe here with you."
And there it was, the heat, the electricity, the tension, that Y/N was trying to avoid every day.
"B-But, we can't stay here. We're on the clock, Jennie, "Y/N tried to reason out as she realized how dry her throat was.
"Just for a minute then. I want to talk to you about something, "Jennie crossed her arms in front of her as she tilted her head and leaned back against the shelf behind her.
Y/N clenched her fists as she exhaled sharply and nodded, saying, "Just a minute, then. What is it?"
Jennie sighed and replied, "You're no fun, Y/N. Do you know how to chill for a second?"
How can I chill, when you look so fine in that leather jacket of yours? Y/N internally thought as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I've my ways to chill and this is not in it, "Y/N replied, trying to maintain her cool.
"So, how do you chill? Teach me your ways, "Jennie asked, cocking her head with a slightly smug look on her face.
Y/N glanced up at Jennie's face and then averted her eyes, replying, "Forget it. Your one minute is up—"
"Does it require this much closeness?" In an instant, Jennie was standing too close for Y/N's liking.
Her eyes widened slightly and breath hitched in her throat. This was not in the plan.
"Does your fun require less talking and more doing?" Jennie had that sly smirk on her face.
The same smirk that Y/N used to hate so eagerly but now she couldn't help the buckle of her knees at that.
"T-This is very unprofessional, Jennie—"
"Then why are your hands around my waist?"
Fuck, Y/N thought. Get a fucking grip on yourself, Y/N.
But before Y/N could remove her hands, Jennie held them and pressed herself even closer to her, diminishing the gap that was there before.
"I don't think that I'm the only one who feels this spark between us, "Jennie said, her lips just a breath away.
"J-Jennie—"
"Tell me you want to kiss me as much as I want to you, now, "Jennie's voice was firm and her eyes displayed nothing but desire.
"It'd be a lie if I say no, "Y/N answered within a heartbeat and it was enough for Jennie to put her lips on hers.
Y/N's arms circled Jennie's waist as Jennie's hand slipped around Y/N's neck, kissing her oh so deeply and slowly.
It was better, Y/N thought. Better than she ever imagined in her dreams.
Jennie's lips moved against hers in a fire-burning and sense-numbing kiss. Y/N couldn't help but groan as her sense of desire heightened at that moment. She felt Jennie gently taking her lower lip in between her teeth, expertly sucking on it and kissing her.
"Oh, fuck, Jennie, "Y/N whispered helplessly and Jennie smiled.
Opening up her mouth, Y/N felt Jennie's tongue slipping inside as she tilted her head for a deeper connection.
For the first time in forever, Y/N hadn't felt like this. The way her heart was fluttering inside, the way her mind was in a haze, the way she couldn't help but grope for more.
Breathless, Jennie pulled apart and looked up at Y/N as they both shared a lingering look. A look that spoke louder than words.
However, they couldn't help but laugh at that. After a few moments of staying like that, Jennie cracked the shell of silence between them.
"So, am I a great kisser, or am I a great kisser?" Jennie asked as she pulled away but still kept her hand intertwined with Y/N's.
Y/N rolled her eyes and replied, "You're annoying, that's all."
"But, I am a great kisser, right? You agree, don't you?" Jennie asked, smirking.
Y/N grinned and said, "Don't hold your breath."
"How can I, when you keep taking it away, "Jennie pitched up her flirt and Y/N felt her blush creeping up.
But, instead, she said, "Blech. I regret kissing you now."
"And I'll wait for the return of the gift, "Jennie said as they started heading towards the window they slipped through.
"In your dreams, "Y/N replied.
"Or maybe in yours. Who knows?"
Y/N snorted at that and kept her hand on the window sill as she looked down to check the parameters.
"You're the worst."
"And you love it."
But why could she feel all those weird sensations in her body whenever she was around? Why could she swear she lost her breath for a moment whenever she saw her?
"Y/N? Are you here with me?"
Y/N snapped out of her trance as she turned her head to glance at her goddess of a client, furrowing her eyebrows at her.
Currently, they were snooping around in a library's secret section to get ahold of the books related to some Gaulish art and history. Around the corner, they found multiple rows on the history of different civilizations that passed and ruled over the years.
In the third row, they found their civilization and started searching for it. However, the place was cramped up, so they both had to squeeze in to look around. But, Y/N's heart was in a position of bursting out already.
She knew she was a detective, she also knew how important this case was for her and her client. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from feeling hot and bothered around her client.
This was getting way out of hand.
"Detective Y/N? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Jennie. I'm fine. Did you find something?" Y/N replied, not wanting to waste more of their time thinking about anything else rather than the work.
"I'm afraid, I didn't. I was worried about you. You don't look so good, Y/N, "Jennie's soft voice was so near her ears that she thought she might not control herself and blurt out something.
"You don't have to worry about me. We don't have time to waste, search it up, "Y/N ordered, even though she was not in a very good stage herself.
Jennie sighed heavily and turned around as her back touched against Y/N's, emitting the heat that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Tightly gripping the dossier in her hand, Y/N gulped heavily and turned the pages to find something relevant.
After a few minutes, Y/N was starting to get into her element and stop thinking about Jennie. She was engrossed in the ancient people of the Gaulish civilization. Whatever she found was interesting or worth the search, she took a photo of it.
"Y/N! Look at this!" Jennie's voice startled her, so she immediately kept her file on the shelf and turned around to see Jennie pointing at the file in her hand.
"What's in that?" Y/N asked, taking the file and opening it up as Jennie sidled closer to her.
It was initially formed as a spiritualist group using iconography from the Mahrenaen tribe, and the members worshiped a three-headed goddess called Mahra. The members believed the goddess bestows wealth and power upon them. The goddess has three masks, each of which has its personality; which one she displays depends on what is sacrificed before her. Her favorites were said to be jewelry, fine weaponry, and vital organs.
"The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone, "Jennie said as she explained the three heads and what they described.
"So, this is a cult thing, huh?" Y/N asked as she took the photos of the needed pages while Jennie hummed in reply.
"It looks like it. So, do you think the murder was for the sacrifice to the goddess?" Jennie asked as Y/N kept the file in its position again.
"Maybe. At this point, I'm not even sure what to think of all this, "Y/N answered and looked up at Jennie.
And her heart started acting up again as she realized how close Jennie was to her. Y/N immediately looked away as she cleared her throat.
"I-I think we should head back to the office. We have to discuss the new lead."
"I don't want to, "Jennie said and Y/N looked at her.
"What?"
Jennie mildly shrugged, replying, "I don't know. It feels... safe here with you."
And there it was, the heat, the electricity, the tension, that Y/N was trying to avoid every day.
"B-But, we can't stay here. We're on the clock, Jennie, "Y/N tried to reason out as she realized how dry her throat was.
"Just for a minute then. I want to talk to you about something, "Jennie crossed her arms in front of her as she tilted her head and leaned back against the shelf behind her.
Y/N clenched her fists as she exhaled sharply and nodded, saying, "Just a minute, then. What is it?"
Jennie sighed and replied, "You're no fun, Y/N. Do you know how to chill for a second?"
How can I chill, when you look so fine in that leather jacket of yours? Y/N internally thought as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I've my ways to chill and this is not in it, "Y/N replied, trying to maintain her cool.
"So, how do you chill? Teach me your ways, "Jennie asked, cocking her head with a slightly smug look on her face.
Y/N glanced up at Jennie's face and then averted her eyes, replying, "Forget it. Your one minute is up—"
"Does it require this much closeness?" In an instant, Jennie was standing too close for Y/N's liking.
Her eyes widened slightly and breath hitched in her throat. This was not in the plan.
"Does your fun require less talking and more doing?" Jennie had that sly smirk on her face.
The same smirk that Y/N used to hate so eagerly but now she couldn't help the buckle of her knees at that.
"T-This is very unprofessional, Jennie—"
"Then why are your hands around my waist?"
Fuck, Y/N thought. Get a fucking grip on yourself, Y/N.
But before Y/N could remove her hands, Jennie held them and pressed herself even closer to her, diminishing the gap that was there before.
"I don't think that I'm the only one who feels this spark between us, "Jennie said, her lips just a breath away.
"J-Jennie—"
"Tell me you want to kiss me as much as I want to you, now, "Jennie's voice was firm and her eyes displayed nothing but desire.
"It'd be a lie if I say no, "Y/N answered within a heartbeat and it was enough for Jennie to put her lips on hers.
Y/N's arms circled Jennie's waist as Jennie's hand slipped around Y/N's neck, kissing her oh so deeply and slowly.
It was better, Y/N thought. Better than she ever imagined in her dreams.
Jennie's lips moved against hers in a fire-burning and sense-numbing kiss. Y/N couldn't help but groan as her sense of desire heightened at that moment. She felt Jennie gently taking her lower lip in between her teeth, expertly sucking on it and kissing her.
"Oh, fuck, Jennie, "Y/N whispered helplessly and Jennie smiled.
Opening up her mouth, Y/N felt Jennie's tongue slipping inside as she tilted her head for a deeper connection.
For the first time in forever, Y/N hadn't felt like this. The way her heart was fluttering inside, the way her mind was in a haze, the way she couldn't help but grope for more.
Breathless, Jennie pulled apart and looked up at Y/N as they both shared a lingering look. A look that spoke louder than words.
However, they couldn't help but laugh at that. After a few moments of staying like that, Jennie cracked the shell of silence between them.
"So, am I a great kisser, or am I a great kisser?" Jennie asked as she pulled away but still kept her hand intertwined with Y/N's.
Y/N rolled her eyes and replied, "You're annoying, that's all."
"But, I am a great kisser, right? You agree, don't you?" Jennie asked, smirking.
Y/N grinned and said, "Don't hold your breath."
"How can I, when you keep taking it away, "Jennie pitched up her flirt and Y/N felt her blush creeping up.
But, instead, she said, "Blech. I regret kissing you now."
"And I'll wait for the return of the gift, "Jennie said as they started heading towards the window they slipped through.
"In your dreams, "Y/N replied.
"Or maybe in yours. Who knows?"
Y/N snorted at that and kept her hand on the window sill as she looked down to check the parameters.
"You're the worst."
"And you love it."
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