Lisa
I feel like a dick even though I haven't done anything wrong. Jennie and I aren't together — we've never actually been together. Yet the way she looked at me when she saw those hickeys on my skin made me feel guilty. I've had plenty of wild nights since I went to college, and last night was no exception. Never once have I felt ashamed of my sex life, though. Not until today.
I thought I was over Jennie, but I still can't stand to see her hurting. I didn't expect it to happen, but my heart still races when she smiles at me and I still crave her with every fiber of my being. It doesn't help that she's even hotter now than she used to be. It's not just her body I want, though. I still feel that need to mess with her and to rile her up. Seeing her again brings back so many memories. I still remember all the childish hopes and dreams I had for us and all the things I thought I'd show her when she finally joined me in LA.
My mind drifts back to the day I saw her standing in her bedroom with Taehyung. I'll always remember that as the day every hope and dream I had for Jennie and me shattered. I'd been so infatuated with her, and so heartbroken to see her with someone else. Things seemed pretty serious with them back then, so it seems odd that she broke up with him so quickly. I can't believe Rosé didn't tell me about it either. Not that it would've mattered. She and I never would've worked out. My mother was right. We were too young and my sister never would've gotten over it. Part of me wishes she and I never even got together. If we hadn't, we might've still been close now. We might not have grown apart the way we did. I might not have pushed her away.
I hate to admit it, but I've actually missed her. I've missed the pranks we used to pull and the friendship we shared. I sigh and set up Jennie's little Nespresso machine in the dorm room she'll be sharing with Rosé. I glance at her and grin to myself. The way she looked at me with all that coffee streaming down my body… she looked like she was thirsty as fuck. Thirsty for me. The chemistry between us is still there, and it's still hot as fuck. I doubt that'll ever change. Jennie's eyes meet mine and I can't help but want to mess with her a little.
"Want some coffee, Minx? You did spill the cup you made this morning."
She blushes and tries to look stern but fails. She nods and turns back around. She's been awkward around me all day, and I guess it's weird for her too. It'll take us time to get back to being friends, but I think I know how to make it happen. Pranks have always been the foundation of our friendship.
I smile to myself and make her a cup of coffee. I stir a good spoonful of salt in, a wicked grin on my face. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she takes a sip. I hand it to her with a serene expression. I might not have messed with her in years, but my game face is still on point. Or so I thought. Jennie glances at me suspiciously and I purse my lips. She reads me far too easily. It's been years since I've been able to trick her in person. I always have to do it behind her back.
She takes a sip and spits it right back out, coughing. She glares at me and slams the cup down. "You disgusting devil!" she shouts, her cheeks reddening. Her eyes flash and I burst out laughing. She looks cute as hell.
Jennie grabs my t-shirt and shakes me. Or she tries to, at least. She's unable to move me with her tiny hands. She places her palms against my chest and her brows rise just a little. I watch her intently and see the anger drain away, replaced by a flash of lust. Her hands glide down my chest before she catches herself and pulls away.
"You! Do you want another cup of coffee thrown on you? You're unbelievable, Lisa. So childish! I thought you said we were done playing pranks? What the hell!"
She glares at me fiercely, and I instantly remember why I've always loved messing with her. She looks fucking hot when she's all riled up like this. I love getting a rise out of her. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are blazing. I wrap my hands around her waist and she melts into me. Her body still fits against mine perfectly. She presses her tits against my chest and I'm instantly hard. I see that hasn't changed either. I always thought I was just easily aroused, but it's only Jennie that makes me feel this way. Her eyes widen when she feels my dick pressed up against her stomach and she looks up at me. She tries to look stern but I know that look all too well. The lust in her eyes is unmistakable, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Rather than pull away and admonish me, she moves even closer.
"I'm going to get you for this," she whispers. I can't help but grin. I've missed messing with her. I've missed interacting with her. Hell, I've just missed her.
"Oh yeah, Jennie? I'm trembling in my boots."
She clenches her jaw and pulls away from me. Her eyes drop to my jeans and she bites down on her lip when she sees how hard I am. I grin at her as I imagine what those sexy lips are going to feel like wrapped around my cock. I close my eyes and look away. I'm sure things will get more and more interesting from now on.