14ourteen

Jennie POV

I woke up to the feeling of warmth cocooning me, an unfamiliar weight draped over my waist. The steady rise and fall of soft breaths tickled the back of my neck, making me shiver slightly. It took me a second to process everything, to shake off the heaviness of sleep and recognize the unmistakable presence behind me.

Lisa.

My body tensed instinctively as reality hit me like a truck. My legs felt weak, my arms sore, my entire being aching from last night's intensity. My lips parted, my breathing shallow as flashes of what we did crashed into me.

The way Lisa touched me, how her lips marked every inch of my skin, the way she owned my body like she had all the time in the world to break me apart and put me back together. I could still hear the way my own voice had shamelessly begged her, the way I had let go of everything, surrendering completely to her.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

What the fuck.

I was Jennie Kim. THE Jennie Kim. Yet, here I was, barely able to move, sore in the best and worst way possible, completely at the mercy of the woman behind me.

What did I just let happen?

Carefully, I turned my head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of Lisa. She was still asleep, her face nestled against the crook of my neck, her soft breaths steady and unbothered. Her arm, firm but gentle, held me in place like she had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

She looked so... peaceful.

A stark contrast to the absolute beast she was last night.

I inhaled slowly, exhaling through my nose as I tried to gather my thoughts. I need to get up.

But my body didn't move.

Instead, I just lay there, feeling her warmth seep into me. It was too comfortable, too intimate, too much for what this was supposed to be.

My heart thudded in my chest.

This was not supposed to happen.

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to shift slightly. Immediately, a deep soreness flared between my legs, making me wince. God. I had no idea how Lisa had that much stamina, but the proof of it was all over my body—especially the way my thighs trembled just from the thought of moving.

I am never letting her have that much control over me again.

I sighed, running a hand through my messy hair. My phone was somewhere in the room, and I had a thousand things to do today—meetings, rehearsals, preparations for Paris Fashion Week. I should be focusing on that.

Not on Lisa.

But the moment I thought about her, my mind betrayed me again—bringing back images of the way her hands roamed my body, the way she looked at me when I shattered beneath her.

Fuck.

I needed to get out of this bed.

I carefully lifted Lisa's arm from my waist, moving as slowly as possible to avoid waking her up. But just as I managed to free myself slightly, she shifted behind me, her hold tightening like a reflex.

Then, a low, groggy voice murmured against my skin.

"Where are going?"

I froze.

Shit. She was awake

Lisa hummed, her voice still thick with sleep as she tightened her arm around my waist, pulling me flush against her. I stiffened, feeling her warmth seep into my skin again.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, voice husky, lips brushing against my bare shoulder.

I glanced at the bedside clock and sighed. "It's past nine."

Lisa groaned, burying her face against my neck like she had no plans of getting up anytime soon. "Damn... Your bed is something else, though. Feels like I'm lying on a cloud."

I rolled my eyes. "Better feel that way. I spent 90K on it."

That got Lisa to lift her head slightly. "Wait. What?"

I smirked at her disbelief. "You heard me."

Lisa stared at me like I had just confessed to a murder. "You spent ninety thousand dollars on a bed?"

I shrugged. "Comfort is a necessity."

She blinked a few times, then let out a low whistle, flopping back onto the mattress with an exaggerated groan. "Shit. No wonder I slept like the dead. I could live here forever."

I arched a brow. "You sound like you have no intention of leaving."

Lisa smirked, tilting her head toward me. "Well... If you let me sleep on this bed every night, I might just reconsider our deal."

I scoffed, pushing at her arm. "In your dreams."

Lisa chuckled, shifting onto her back with a lazy grin. "Actually, I did have a dream last night."

I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of dream?"

Lisa's smirk widened as she turned her head to look at me. "Want me to show you?"

Heat crept up my neck at the insinuation, memories of last night flashing in my mind again. I quickly sat up, wrapping the blanket around me. "Shut up."

Lisa laughed, stretching her arms above her head. "Damn, you're cute when you get all flustered."

I shot her a glare. "I am not flustered."

She propped herself up on one elbow, watching me with that infuriatingly smug expression. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night—oh wait, my bad. You sleep on 90K worth of softness. I doubt you even have bad nights."

I rolled my eyes again, ignoring the way my lips twitched. Lisa was insufferable. And yet, here she was, still in my bed.

Lisa stretched her arms above her head, her toned muscles flexing under the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. She glanced at me with a lazy smirk, her eyes filled with amusement.

"So, what's your schedule looking like today?" she asked, running a hand through her messy hair.

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I mentally went through my day. "Meetings at the label, checking final details for my album drop, rehearsals, and calls with my team about Paris Fashion Week next week."

Lisa let out a low whistle. "Damn. No wonder you act like a spoiled princess—you barely have time to be human with all that work."

I shot her a glare. "Excuse me?"

She chuckled, sitting up and resting her arm on her knee. "I'm just saying, you're busy as hell. You won't even have time to think about me."

I pursed my lips, ignoring the way my stomach twisted at her words. She was wrong. I already thought about her too much.

Lisa stood up and stretched again, grabbing her sweatpants from the floor and putting them back on. "You should get up and start getting ready. I'll head out."

My brows furrowed. "Where are you going?"

Lisa shrugged. "Home. Work. My usual stuff. Just call me if you need my service or whatever." She smirked, walking toward the door. "But honestly? I doubt you can take more right now. You're obviously drained."

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Lisa turned back around, smirking wider. "What? I'm just saying—you could barely stand last night, and now you have a full schedule? I don't think you'll have the energy to use me again so soon."

My face burned. "Shut the hell up."

She laughed, stepping closer to me, her voice dropping. "Oh? Hit a nerve, princess?"

I gritted my teeth, refusing to let her get to me. "You should leave before I throw something at you."

Lisa snickered but didn't argue. "Alright, alright. I'll be waiting for that call—if you can still handle me, that is." She winked, then casually walked out like she hadn't just ruined my morning with her cocky attitude.

I groaned, flopping back onto my bed. She's insufferable.

...And yet, I already wanted to see her again.

--

The moment Lisa walked out of my penthouse, I forced myself to stop thinking about her. I had work to do.

I showered, put on a sleek designer outfit, and headed straight to the company. The moment I stepped inside, my team was already waiting for me with updates.

"Jennie, we finalized the album concept shoot details."

"The brand wants you in Paris a day earlier."

"Your schedule is packed, but we can fit in an extra rehearsal if needed."

I nodded along, keeping my expression unreadable, but internally, I was exhausted just listening to it all. Still, I wasn't Jennie Kim for nothing—I thrived under pressure.

Meetings blurred together, one after another. I was in a boardroom discussing my next album visuals, then in the studio reviewing final mixes, and later at a rehearsal space running through choreography. Cameras were on me constantly, staff checking my every move. I was used to it, but today... something felt off.

It took me a while to realize what it was.

Lisa hadn't crossed my mind for at least two hours.

But the moment I did think about her, she stuck there.

I scrolled through my phone between meetings, half-expecting a text from her. There was nothing. Not even a stupid emoji.

I told myself I didn't care.

I didn't care.

I focused back on work. Went through brand endorsements, final fittings for Paris, and recorded content for my fans. Every time I checked my phone between tasks, I saw nothing from Lisa, and it irritated me more than it should have.

When lunch break came, I sat in my office, poking at a salad I had no appetite for. Jisoo came in, plopping down on the couch.

"You look pissed," she noted, flipping through a magazine.

"I'm just busy," I said shortly.

She hummed. "You know, for someone so busy, you sure keep checking your phone."

I scowled, placing my phone face down on the table. "I'm waiting for an important email."

"Right." She smirked. "And that email's name starts with L and ends with A?"

I threw a grape at her. "Shut up."

She laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know what the hell is going on between you and my bestfriend, but it's fun to watch."

I rolled my eyes. "It's nothing."

Jisoo didn't look convinced. "Whatever you say, boss"

The rest of the day passed in a blur of photoshoots, choreography tweaks, and last-minute business calls. By the time evening rolled around, I was drained.

I got into my car, staring at my phone one last time before heading home.

Still nothing from Lisa.

That infuriating asshole.

-

I was on my way to my next schedule when my phone buzzed.

Lisa: Sorry, just got out from my coffee shop part-time.

I looked at the time—4 PM. She was just now texting me?

I clenched my phone, my lips pressing into a thin line before typing.

Me: Wow. Look who finally remembered to text me.

She replied almost instantly.

Lisa: Didn't forget you, princess. Just busy making money.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and something else I refused to name.

Me: You're making money while I'm here exhausted, running an empire?

Lisa: You wanna switch? I can be the idol, and you can work five jobs.

Me: I would fire you on your first day.

Lisa: Damn. So heartless.

I exhaled, leaning back against the seat. The car was quiet, my team busy talking in the front while I was supposed to be relaxing before my next fitting. But instead, here I was—texting Lisa.

Me: What are you doing now?

Lisa: Heading home. Got work again later at 8.

I frowned.

Me: Let me guess. The bar?

Lisa: Nope.

My brows furrowed.

Me: Then what?

Lisa: Boxing trainer.

I stared at my screen.

Me: Since when the hell do you do that?

Lisa: Since I needed extra cash and I know how to fight.

I let out a sigh, rubbing my temple.

Me: Great. You fight people for a living. Amazing.

Lisa: Nah, I just train them. But if you ever wanna learn, I can teach you.

Me: No thanks. I don't fight.

Lisa: Says the girl who throws a fit whenever I don't text back.

I narrowed my eyes at my phone.

Me: Shut up.

Lisa sent a laughing emoji.

Lisa: Anyway, I gotta go shower and rest before my next shift. You need something?

I hesitated. I couldn't exactly ask her to come over—I was fully booked until midnight. Dress fittings, meetings, another rehearsal.

I hated this.

Hated that I had the urge to ask her to come see me when I knew I couldn't even spare time for her.

I hated that I was even thinking about it.

Me: No. Just don't get yourself killed in that ring.

Lisa: Aww, you care?

Me: I just don't wanna deal with replacing you.

Lisa: Cold as ever, princess.

I didn't reply. Instead, I locked my phone and tossed it aside, staring out the window as my car sped through the streets of Seoul.

Even with a packed schedule, Lisa was still there—lingering in the back of my mind.

--

Time pass...

Three days.

Three exhausting, non-stop, soul-draining days filled with rehearsals, fittings, meetings, photoshoots, interviews, more rehearsals, and last-minute changes to my schedule. My phone had been buzzing non-stop—not with Lisa's texts, but with managers, stylists, assistants, designers, and brand representatives who needed me to be somewhere, wear something, approve something, or sign something.

I barely had time to breathe, let alone text Lisa to come over.

And it frustrated me.

Not just because I was overworked, but because I was actually thinking about her—missing her.

Which was ridiculous.

I wasn't supposed to miss her. This arrangement was supposed to be convenient for me, not distracting. Lisa was just there to satisfy a need, right? Nothing more, nothing less.

But then why was I so annoyed that I hadn't been able to see her for three days?

Why did I keep checking my phone in between rehearsals, hoping she'd text?

Thankfully, Lisa did.

Nothing overly sweet or clingy—because that wasn't her. But enough to keep me sane through my overwhelming schedule.

She would send me a "good morning" text when she woke up.

A random comment about something stupid she saw.

Complaints about her part-time jobs.

And, of course, her usual teasing that made me roll my eyes every time.

But no matter how exhausted I was, I found myself waiting for her messages, checking my phone the second I had a break, replying as fast as I could whenever I had a second.

It was stupid how much it affected me.

I should be too busy to care. But somehow, Lisa still found a way to stay in my head.

My phone vibrated in my lap. I immediately picked it up.

Lisa: U alive?

I checked the time. 10:42 PM. I was still in a fitting room, standing on a podium while three different stylists adjusted the fabric of my dress.

I sighed and typed back.

Me: Barely.

Lisa: Damn. Thought you died. What happened to my sponsor?

I rolled my eyes, shifting my weight slightly while the designer kept pinning my dress.

Me: Your sponsor has been working her ass off for fashion week.

Lisa: Paris?

Me: Yes.

Lisa: So I'm not gonna see you for days?

I hesitated. I shouldn't care about that question. It shouldn't make my stomach feel weird.

Me: Maybe. Why? You gonna miss me?

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared.

Then appeared again.

My fingers tightened around my phone.

Finally, her message popped up.

Lisa: Nah, just wondering if I need to find a new sugar mama.

I gasped.

Me: Excuse me???

Lisa: Kidding, kidding. But fr, don't overwork yourself, princess.

I stared at her text for a moment, feeling something warm settle in my chest.

I hated her.

I hated how easily she could say something so annoying and then follow it up with something that made me feel something I didn't want to feel.

I sighed, dropping my phone on my lap while my stylist asked if I wanted the neckline altered.

I nodded absentmindedly, my mind already somewhere else.

Lisa was annoying as hell. But at least she was here, even when I couldn't be.

-

I thought I would have time.

For the first time in days, my schedule was finally manageable. No last-minute fittings. No emergency meetings. Just some final packing and a free night before my early morning flight.

And I had already decided.

I was going to invite Lisa over.

Maybe I was being ridiculous for being excited, but I didn't care. I wanted to see her before leaving for Paris. I wanted her here.

But then, like always, work ruined everything.

"Allison, what?" I snapped, pausing in the middle of scrolling through my messages.

"You need to fly out tonight instead of tomorrow morning," she said, adjusting her headset like she already knew I was about to lose my temper. "Chanel wants you there earlier for an exclusive event before Fashion Week. Your private jet is booked. We leave in four hours."

I just stared at her.

Four hours.

I was supposed to have one last night.

One last chance to see Lisa before a week of chaos.

And now it was gone.

"You're kidding."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Allison raised an eyebrow. "I already coordinated with your stylists. Hhuit is confirming everything with the team. Just finish whatever you need to do and be at the airport on time."

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

There was no way I could argue this. It was Chanel. It was Paris. It was my career.

But I still hated it.

I wanted one thing for myself, and I couldn't even have that.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as Allison walked away, talking into her earpiece again.

And then my phone vibrated.

I glanced down.

Lisa: Are u breathing, superstar?

I sighed. Of course, it had to be her.

Me: Barely. Work is killing me.

Lisa: U need me to fight someone?

A small smile tugged at my lips, but it quickly faded when I realized I wouldn't even get to tell her in person that I was leaving sooner than planned.

Then another message popped up.

Lisa: Look who I ran into today.

Attached was a photo.

It was a shot of a massive billboard—my face covering the entire thing.

A Chanel campaign.

And in the bottom corner of the picture, Lisa's hand was pointing at me.

Lisa: Damn. This girl kinda cute.

I actually laughed. A real, genuine laugh—one I hadn't had all day.

I stared at the photo for longer than I should have, my heart doing something weird in my chest.

I should tell her.

I should let her know I'm leaving tonight instead of tomorrow.

I should—

Lisa: U smiling rn?

I rolled my eyes, but my fingers were already moving.

Me: No.

Lisa: Liar.

I chewed on my lip, hesitating before typing.

Me: I was gonna invite you over tonight.

I swore I could see Lisa smirking through the screen.

Lisa: Yeah? U miss me, princess?

I hated how my stomach flipped.

Me: Forget it. I'm leaving for Paris tonight.

Three dots appeared. Then disappeared.

Then finally—

Lisa: Damn. That sucks.

Me: Yeah.

I stared at the screen, waiting for something else.

But nothing came.

And I hated how disappointed that made me.

I stared at my phone, waiting.

Waiting for Lisa to say something else.

Anything.

But all she sent was:

Lisa: What airport u flying from?

I frowned at the screen before replying.

Me: Incheon. Why?

There was a pause.

And for some reason, my chest felt tight, like I was expecting something—though I wasn't even sure what.

Then Lisa's reply came.

Lisa: Okay. Take care over there. Don't overwork.

...That was it?

That was all she was going to say?

Not I'll come see you before you leave.

Not I'll be at the airport.

Not I'll miss you.

Just "okay" and a reminder to take care.

I suddenly felt stupid.

Stupid for expecting something more.

Stupid for feeling let down over something she never even promised.

I locked my phone and tossed it onto the bed.

Then, I sighed.

It was fine.

It wasn't like I actually wanted her to come to the airport.

Right?

I refused to reply to Lisa.

If she wanted to be like that, then fine.

I wasn't going to chase after her or demand an explanation.

She could stay in Seoul and do whatever she wanted—go to her part-time jobs, train those stupid boxers, work at that bar that I hated. If she didn't care enough to see me off, then I wouldn't care either.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

But the more I thought about it, the more I boiled inside.

Why did she even ask which airport I'd be in if she wasn't going to show up? Did she just want to rub it in my face that she wasn't coming? Did she enjoy seeing me expect something, only to leave me hanging?

The hours stretched on, my schedule dragging me along. I barely had a moment to breathe between final meetings, last-minute calls, and the never-ending fitting sessions for Paris.

By the time I finally sat down for the first time that day, I reached for my phone instinctively.

Nothing.

No new messages from Lisa.

I hated how disappointed I felt.

I should be used to this by now.

I knew what kind of person Lisa was—laid-back, detached, never chasing after anything. I was the one who made the rules in this arrangement, the one who made her submit to me, not the other way around.

So why did it feel like I was the one waiting for her?

Why did it feel like I was the one being played?

The sudden knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. Allison and Hhuit, my road managers, stepped inside with a look that I immediately hated.

I already knew what they were going to say before they even opened their mouths.

"Jennie, we need to leave go to airport later."

I stared at them, my fingers tensing around my phone.

"What?"

I felt the irritation rise in my chest, but there was nothing I could do about it. This was my job. This was the life I chose.

I forced a tight smile, nodding at them. "Fine. Just tell me what time we're leaving."

The next thing I knew, I was inside the black van, heading toward Incheon Airport.

I was exhausted.

And as always, my airport departure was chaotic.

The moment my car pulled up, the flashes started. Paparazzi lined up like vultures, fans screamed my name, cameras clicked from every direction. My security immediately surrounded me, creating a barrier between me and the overwhelming crowd.

I kept my head down, my sunglasses shielding my tired eyes.

I knew the routine. I had done this a million times before.

Smile.

Pose.

Walk like a queen.

No matter how drained I was, I had to make it look effortless.

I barely heard anything over the noise, my mind elsewhere.

And then—

A voice cut through the madness.

"Princess!"

My breath hitched.

My steps slowed.

My entire world froze.

I lifted my head instinctively, my heart slamming against my ribs.

And then I saw her.

Lisa.

She was standing a few feet away from the chaos, just far enough from the paparazzi, dressed in her usual oversized hoodie and cap, grinning at me like an idiot.

She looked so out of place in the middle of all this madness—like she didn't belong, like she had no business being here.

And yet, she was here.

I just stared.

Forgetting the cameras.

Forgetting the screaming fans.

Forgetting the exhaustion, the frustration—everything.

Lisa raised a hand, waving at me.

Casual. Effortless. Like this wasn't a big deal.

Like she hadn't just completely wrecked me with that one simple gesture.

I felt my fingers tighten around my bag, my heart pounding in a way I hated.

She came.

She actually came.

And I didn't know what to do with that.

Just as I was frozen in place, trapped in the moment—

Someone bumped into me.

I stumbled forward slightly, blinking as the world around me rushed back in. The flashing lights, the screaming fans, the bodyguards guiding me forward—it all came crashing down on me again, shoving me back into reality.

I straightened immediately, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. My bodyguards moved closer, forming a tighter barrier as I regained my pace, walking toward the entrance of the airport.

I didn't smile.

Not at Lisa.

Not at anyone.

I could feel her eyes on me, still standing there, watching me.

But I had to be careful.

There were too many cameras.

Too many people paying attention to my every move.

If I acknowledged her—if I let it slip just how much seeing her here had affected me—it would be everywhere within minutes.

Speculations. Headlines. Ridiculous rumors.

I couldn't afford that.

Not when I was about to leave for Paris.

Not when my face was going to be plastered on every news site for Fashion Week.

So I did what I always did.

I walked forward.

Composed. Untouchable. The Jennie Kim.

Even though, deep inside, I was screaming at myself to turn around.

As soon as I settled into my first-class seat, I exhaled heavily, sinking back into the plush comfort of the chair. The long morning of chaos, flashing cameras, and the unexpected sight of Lisa at the airport had drained me more than I realized.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through a few unread messages from my team and friends before my eyes caught Lisa's name.

Lisa: Take care there, Jennie. You're beautiful. Bye for now. See you soon.

My chest tightened.

She saw me. She knew I ignored her. And yet... she still sent me this?

I bit my lip, debating whether to reply or not. But before I could stop myself, my fingers started typing.

Me: You didn't tell me you were coming to the airport.

A few seconds passed before Lisa replied.

Lisa: Was I supposed to?

I rolled my eyes.

Me: Yes?

Lisa: Would you have let me if I told you?

I paused, staring at the text. I hated how well she knew me already.

Me: ...No.

Lisa sent a laughing emoji.

Lisa: Then why are you mad, princess?

I clenched my jaw.

Me: I'm not mad.

Lisa: Then why didn't you smile at me?

I sighed, shifting in my seat.

Me: Too many cameras. You know that.

Lisa didn't reply right away, but when she did, her words made me bite the inside of my cheek.

Lisa: Yeah. I get it.

I didn't like that response. It felt... different.

Like she was disappointed.

I tapped my fingers against my phone, debating if I should say something more, but before I could, an announcement came through the speakers.

"Cabin crew, please prepare for takeoff."

I sighed again and typed quickly.

Me: We'll talk later. Plane's taking off.

Lisa: Okay. Have a safe flight, princess.

I hesitated.

Then, before I could overthink, I added:

Me: Thanks... for coming to the airport.

This time, Lisa's reply came instantly.

Lisa: Anytime.

I swallowed the warmth spreading in my chest and turned off my phone as the plane began to move.

This trip was already messing with my head.

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I'm getting bored with this book, I want to make an angsty again dang!

Comment is much appreciated, for motivation you know?