FALLING FOR THE FIGHTER

The elevator opened straight into Jennie’s private floor.

Marble floors. Soft lighting. The kind of silence that came from wealth and reinforced soundproofing. Jennie walked in first, Lisa in tow, arm still wrapped carefully around her waist, guiding her like she was carved from glass.

Lisa took a slow breath. "You didn’t mention your place was the size of a damn museum.”

Jennie shot her a look, amused.
“Don’t act surprised. You’ve already been here twice.”

Lisa snorted, glancing around in disbelief. “Yeah, but it was nighttime both times. I didn’t really see it properly,” she muttered, wiggling her socked toes against the warm wooden floor. “What the hell—this place is insane.”

Jennie smirked. “Wait until you see the tub.”

But before Lisa could reply—A sound.

A crunch.

Then—

“Jennie, your chips are stale!” Jeongyeon yelled from somewhere inside the kitchen. “Where are the good ones? Don’t lie—you hide them.”

Jennie froze.

Lisa blinked.

Another voice chimed in—“FOUND THEM!” Chaeyoung yelled triumphantly. “Behind the quinoa. You sneaky rich woman.”

Jennie whipped her head toward the living room entrance. “What the hell—”

And then—

Jisoo strolled casually out of the hallway, wrapped in one of Jennie’s luxury robes like she owned the place. Hair up. Face mask on. Holding a glass of wine.

She smiled sweetly. “Sis. You gave me a spare key, remember?”

Jennie’s mouth dropped open. “That was One year ago! For emergencies!”

Jisoo shrugged. “This is an emergency. You two alone with tension that thick? Disaster waiting to happen.”

“We’re staying tonight too,” she added cheerfully, sipping her wine.

Jennie blinked. “You’re what?”

Seulgi emerged from behind the couch, holding a pillow and a stack of Netflix DVDs (where she got them, no one knew). “We’re here to make sure you’re not sleeping together.”

Lisa choked.

Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

Seulgi raised a hand like she was quoting scripture. “Ms. Kim Lisa is still healing. And if you’re planning to make love to her tonight—” her voice dropped dramatically “—we are not allowing it.”

Lisa coughed harder, trying not to laugh.

Chaeyoung poked her head out of the pantry. “Also, you’re out of sour cream chips.”

“Replenish your snacks,” Jeongyeon said solemnly from beside her, already grabbing a soda and two bags of popcorn. “What do you even feed your guests?”