Today I Met The Girl I'm Going To M... - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

I'm bringing Sexy Jisoo back.
Hopefully I'll be so hot Jennie won't know how to act..
Take it to the chorus.
Right, so, I made my decision after much debate with myself and with Rosé.
She ended up spending the whole day with me, leaving only to pick up her clothes for the evening and then returning so we could get ready together.
She's proved to be such a great distraction, never letting me get too lost in my own thoughts, as I've been known to do.
I've missed spending time with Rosé like this and I know she has as well.
My goal going forward is to make sure my Jennie-obsessed self doesn't forget about Rosé like I've been doing.
She doesn't deserve that at all.
"I'll just be a few more minutes," Rosé yells from the bathroom.
"No problem, take your time," I tell her as I gaze at myself in the mirror.
Rosé picked the outfit I'm wearing and she helped me with my hair and make-up.
I think she's done a decent job of making me look good.
I hope it's enough.
Enough to get Jennie's attention and keep it for the night.
I thought long and hard about purposely making Jennie jealous but I just don't have it in me to manipulate her like that.
I experienced jealousy last night like I've never experienced before and let me tell you it's a horrible feeling.
It made my stomach churn and I really don't have the desire for Jennie to feel that way too. I don't want to make Jennie feel anything but amazing and going the jealousy route would have been a mistake.
What I'm going to do instead is show Jennie exactly what I have to offer.
I've already done that with my heart, maybe it's time to reach another part of her.
The part of her that she's completely reached with me.
In spades!
I'm wearing my Dr. Marten boots, a mini skirt and a top that covers my front but leaves most of my back exposed. Every piece of clothing I have on is black.
Both my visible items of clothing and the ones that are hidden.
I had a different top chosen at one point but it exposed my stomach and that exposed the heart that is still there.
It's almost faded completely but it's still visible.
The heart that Jennie branded me with.
Wow, it feels like that happened a lifetime ago.
When I explained the story to Rosé she became even more convinced about Jennie's feelings for me.
I'm still not sure though.
How can I be?
How can I be sure when Jennie's with Hanbin?
How can I be sure when so much about Jennie remains a mystery?
How can I be sure when the second I feel like we've taken steps forward in our relationship, we end up taking a hundred steps in the other direction?
I don't think I'm being unreasonable having the doubts that I do.
And yet, despite those doubts, I still believe in Jennie and me.
In what the future holds for us.
It's just getting harder to block out the obstacles we face but I suppose that's to be expected.
I can be thankful for one thing.
Hanbin is not coming out with us tonight.
I was worried that he might be and I had no clue how to ask Jennie if he was. Luckily she gave me that information without me having to prompt her for it.
Apparently Hanbin and his band have a lot of practicing to catch up on.
If that was me, and I'd been away from Jennie for two weeks, I wouldn't let her out of my bed for a long, long time.
That's just me though.
"How are you feeling?" Rosé asks as she comes up behind me.
"Nervous," I admit.
Her warm and caring eyes stare at me through our reflections. "Don't be, if you put all this pressure on yourself, you won't have a good time." She rubs my arms as she talks. "Just remember, Jisoo, you're good enough, you're smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like you."
I shake my head as I manage to eke out a small laugh. "You watch way too much TV."
"And you, my dear, think way too much," Rosé smirks. "Don't psyche yourself out, just concentrate on having fun."
"I'll try," I say as I turn around to grab my purse. "The cab should be here any minute."
"About that," Rosé starts as she looks away from me. "I have a few things I need to get done first before I can leave, so you're going to pick up Jennie in the cab without me."
"Rosé!" I exclaim loudly. "You promised you'd be there to act as a buffer."
I'm expecting there to be a lot of awkwardness when I see Jennie.
"You don't need me, Jis." Rosé stands in front of me and I can tell there's no changing her mind. "Talk to her before you guys arrive at the club and maybe you can get her to open up to you. She won't do that if I'm there."
"Fine," I pout even though I know my pouting has no affect on Rosé. "Are you hitching a ride with Bobby?"
"I think so, but it's weird, he hasn't called me back yet," Rosé replies as she touches up her lipstick.
"You know him, he's probably surfing for porn or something," I joke, making both of us laugh.
I grab my keys and head out the door once I've given myself a once over in the mirror.
"Break a leg," Rosé calls out as I close my front door. "Not literally," she adds for good measure.
I hop in the cab when it arrives and I spend the ride to Jennie's calming my fears and easing my anxieties.
I'm about to call Jennie to let her know I'm at her place but I don't need to because she comes out before I hit the call button.
Wow!
Just wow.
She looks so hot.
And sexy.
I can't forget sexy.
Wow!
Did I mention that already?
Her skirt might be shorter than mine, which is saying a lot, and her top, which is deep shade of purple, shows off her shoulders and her mighty fine cleavage.
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
If Jennie dressed to impress then she has definitely succeeded.
It's very possible I'm drooling.
Jennie gets into the cab and even though I'm distracted by how hot she looks, it doesn't escape my attention that she seems upset.
I wonder what that's about?
I know, I could ask her.
What a fantastic idea.
I give the cab driver the address to where we're going and then I turn to Jennie. "Hey, is something wrong?"
"Not at all," Jennie replies rather curtly.
Uhm.
Ok.
That went well.
"You look really nice," I say to see if that can put on a smile on her face.
"Thanks," Jennie mumbles as she slumps in her seat.
Alrighty then. We're off to a great start.
"You sure there's nothing wrong?" I try again.
Maybe Hanbin gave her grief for coming out tonight.
"I'm sure," Jennie snaps. "Can you just leave it alone?"
I'm thinking this would be a good time for the cab driver to drop me back at my apartment.
The only thing that's stopping me from doing just that is Rosé.
I'd never bail on her, no matter what the reason.
I stare out the window as I try not to get discouraged by Jennie attitude. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so pushy."
"No, I'm sorry," Jennie replies as she covers my hand with hers. "I shouldn't have been so rude to you."
I glance over at our touching hands before I connect my eyes with Jennie's. "That's ok, but if you're upset you can tell me."
The butterflies in my stomach are flapping their wings very fast.
"I'm fine," Jennie states and then puts both of her hands in her lap. "I'd rather focus on the great time we're going to have tonight."
She's definitely hiding something from me.
What, I have no idea.
I can't force her to talk to me and it's hard not to let her aloofness bother me.
I'm not going to ask her again what's wrong.
I've learned my lesson.
Damn, this is not the best way to start out the night.
We hardly talk on the way to the club.
Everything feels strained.
Jennie's demeanor and body language are screaming that she doesn't want to be out with me.
If she didn't want to come then why did she?
"Rosé got us on the VIP list so we don't have to wait in line," I tell Jennie as I watch her out of the corner of my eye.
"Cool," she replies in a monotone voice.
Forget what I said.
I can't stand the tension.
It's driving me nuts.
I force Jennie to look at me and I can see she's not happy that I'm pressing the issue. "Jen, what's wrong? Maybe I can help."
Jennie lets out a heavy sigh. "I told you that nothing's wrong. I'd really appreciate it if you stopped asking me over and over what's wrong when I've already answered the question."
I flinch at the harshness of her reply; she's never spoken so coldly to me, never.
I pay the driver without acknowledging Jennie's offer to chip in and I'm out of the taxi in a flash.
I feel Jennie's hand on my shoulder but I don't turn around. "I'm sorry."
You know after a while the word sorry doesn't mean anything.
"Let's get inside," I say, completely ignoring her apology.
I don't understand what is going on.
But I refuse to let Jennie ruin my night.
If she wants to act that way, fine, I didn't do anything wrong.
We get through the line without incident and once we're inside I scan the club for Rosé.
I spot her at the bar right where her text message told me she'd be.
She's by herself and I don't see Bobby anywhere.
I'm not even sure Jennie's behind me because I can't bring myself to look at her.
"Hey you guys," Rosé shouts over the music.
I'm guessing that means Jennie kept up with me.
"Where's Bobby?" I ask with my back to Jennie.
"He bailed," Rosé answers after she gets her drink. "He said he wasn't feeling well."
I'll have to remember to call him tomorrow to check that he's ok.
Rosé must sense that something's amiss because she's frowning. "This place is really jumping tonight."
I nod without smiling and I couldn't tell you what Jennie's response is.
"Ok, well, as much fun as standing around is, let's head over to the dance floor," Rosé says as she starts grooving to the music.
She waits for Jennie and me to get a drink before she takes off.
"Are you coming?" I ask Jennie after I gulped my drink down in one shot.
I think Jennie said yes but it's hard to tell with the music so loud.
We weave our way through the crowd and even though I'm pissed at Jennie I do look back every few seconds to make sure I haven't lost her.
We find Rosé dancing by herself but that doesn't last long.
"I just spotted a really hot girl, do you guys mind if I go after her?" Rosé asks.
of me wonders if there is a hot girl or if she's trying give me time alone with Jennie.
"No problem," I tell her and as I follow her line of sight, I see that in fact, she isn't making the girl up.
I can't see her face because she's turned around but there is something oddly familiar about her.
I forget about Rosé's dance partner because suddenly Jennie is right in front of me.
She leans over so her lips are right by my ear. "Do you want to dance?"
I wish I had more will power.
I wish that she didn't affect me so damn much.
I wish that I could say no.
I wish that Jennie would share whatever is bothering her with me.
I wish a lot of things but Jennie slides her body close to mine and everything else is forgotten.
The club is rammed with people but I don't see any of them.
She slips her arms around my waist.
My arms rest themselves on her shoulders.
And we start moving.
Our eyes stay locked on each other as our bodies move even closer together.
Oh god!
Whatever tension was present before is replaced by a new kind of tension.
Of the sexual variety.
Song after song plays and we don't stop for a second.
Our faces are almost pressed as tightly together as the lower half of our bodies are.
I feel her breath on my skin.
I feel every movement she makes.
I see the passion in her eyes that was there last night.
I want to kiss her.
I want to ravage her.
But I'm not going to make a move.
I'll just stay in this moment and hope it never ends.
Without warning, Jennie turns around so her back is sliding up and down my front.
Oh god!
What is she doing to me?
I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tightly.
I grind against her.
She pushes her body back against mine.
I can't take this anymore.
She's heating me up so fucking fast.
I'm burning.
I ache to have her touch me everywhere.
I spin Jennie around so we're face-to face again.
I look deep into her eyes as I lick my lips.
I crave Jennie like nobody else.
We're both out of breath.
I lean in before I lose my nerve.
I know our lack of communication is a huge issue, but right now I just don't care.
My lips barely touch hers before I feel Jennie step away from me.
Fuck!
She seems completely unnerved.
And I know what she's going to do before she does.
"I'm thirsty," Jennie says, as I stand rooted in my spot. "I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?"
She's running from me.
Again.
I don't stop her.
I simply shake my head and watch her get as faraway from me as she can.
If I thought I was angry before that doesn't compare to what I'm feeling now.
Why is she always running?
I didn't want to play games with her, but she seems to be playing games with my heart.
Well screw it.
I'm not going to let her get away with her behavior.
My blood is boiling and it's not from our dancing anymore.
I'm about to chase after Jennie when I feel someone else's body behind me.
"Girlfriend problems?" Jessie whispers in my ear.
I don't respond.
I barely even flinch at her presence.
I'm too preoccupied with Jennie to even care that she's here.
"I bet I could help you with that," she continues as her arms encircle my stomach.
And that's when I see Jennie glaring at us.
Like she has any right.
How dare she!
I know I'm acting petty, but I'm too upset to take Jennie's feelings into consideration.
So, when Jessie starts moving against me, I let her.
I match her movements all the while keeping my eyes on Jennie.
I see her get even more upset.
And a part of me is glad.
A part of me wants her to hurt like I'm hurting.
A part of me knows that I'm acting like an idiot but I ignore that part.
All my resolve to not play games went out the window when Jennie took off.
Jennie makes a beeline for the exit and I react immediately.
I leave Jessie on the dance floor without a moments thought.
I run after Jennie as I mentally berate myself for doing exactly what I set out not to do.
Just because Jennie is behaving one way doesn't give me the right to act out of spite.
Like the saying goes, two wrongs do not make a right.
Once I'm out of the club I spot Jennie about to step into a cab.
No!
She can't leave like this.
I manage to catch her just in time.
"Wait, don't go," I plead as I yank on her arm.
"Why?" Jennie hisses with an incredible amount of venom. "Why should I stay? So I can watch you with that girl, no thank you."
"I'm sorry," I breathe out.
Does anyone else think I shouldn't be the only one apologizing?
"Whatever," Jennie replies before I can say anything else. "Just go back inside and fuck that girl on the dance floor like you want to."
Ok.
Now that was uncalled for.
And honestly, I don't understand why Jennie thinks she has the right to speak to me that way.
"How dare you!" I yell as I let go of Jennie's arm. "What the hell is your problem?"
Oh this is not going to end well.
That, I'm sure of.
Jennie's eyes are ablaze with fury. "You want to know my problem." She takes a step in my direction as her body goes rigid. "My problem is that girl thinks you're my girlfriend and you were humping her like no tomorrow."
"Do you even understand how ridiculous you're being?" I fire back.
I mean that has to be the most flawed logic ever used in a fight.
"You're not my girlfriend, Jennie, so who I chose to dance with is actually none of your god damn business." I am losing control and I can't do anything to stop what is coming out of my mouth.
"You're right and I could care less what you do." Jennie is shaking and her voice is cracking.
"Good, because right now I could care less what you think," I tell her through gritted teeth.
"Have a nice night, Jisoo, and the next time you feel the need to invite me out, don't." Jennie tries to get in the cab a second time but I'm not done yelling at her.
I'm absolutely seething at this point.
"You are a real piece of work, Jennie," I smirk. "You lie to me when I ask you what's wrong and then you act all crazy when you see me another girl. I'm sick of you pushing me away whenever you feel like and I'm frankly sick of whatever twisted game you're playing with me."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Jennie snaps. "I have had just about enough drama for one night. I'm done with it and I'm done with you."
Oh god!
Did she just say that?
Oh god!
How in the world did things get to so out of control so fast?
I gasp but I don't say anything.
I'm too shocked to react.
I watch Jennie leave and she doesn't even look back at me.
I expect to feel devastated but all I feel is rage.
I'm twisted up inside and its all Jennie's fault.
Forget the role I played in what happened, I think that role was quite minor in comparison to Jennie's.
Her ability to be so closed off is what caused this fight.
Well fuck her!
And fuck the plan I had to win her over.
I have a new plan now as I head back inside the club.
To get as hammered as possible and find a girl to make me forget all about Jennie Kim.
I wonder if Jessie is still around?
Gah!
I'm not that desperate but that doesn't mean I've changed my mind either.
I order a drink and two shots as I look for just the right girl to help me with my new and improved plan.
I get the shots down in quick succession and the warm liquid feels damn good on the way down my throat.
I grab my other drink and I'm already ordering my next one.
Cheers, Jennie!
This ones for you!
I groan as sunlight filters into my room the next morning.
I had way too much to drink last night.
And I'm having a difficult time remembering exactly what happened.
My eyes fly open when I realize I'm naked but when I look beside me no one's there.
Thank god!
I sit up with my covers wrapped around my chest and once my eyes get adjusted to the light, I freeze.
On the floor are my clothes and someone else's.
Aw, maybe Jennie came back to my place to take care of me like the last time I got drunk.
No.
She took off and we had a huge fight.
I hold my head in my hands as I try to recall the events of last night after Jennie left.
I hope I didn't do anything too stupid.
Maybe whoever I brought home just slept on the couch.
Except, my body feels like it had sex.
Oh god!
I better not have hooked up with Jessie.
Or worse, what if I threw myself at Rosé and we ended up in bed together?
Oh god!
Why can't I remember?
Maybe I don't want to.
"Hey, you're awake," a female voice purrs as I feel a body get back under the covers with me. "How about we start our morning like we finished our night."
Oh no!
No!
Wake up!
It's only a dream!
Oh no!
I'd gladly take Jessie or Rosé in my bed over the voice I just heard.
What have I done?
I slowly lift my head and connect my eyes with Irene.
Irene is in my bed.
Naked.
What!
The!
Fuck!