Jisoo is ecstatic when she comes home, although it was also a very tiring morning for her. She lies down on the couch without even taking off her shoes and falls asleep. She has a short, jumbled up dream about herself on a broomstick in a club with her new haircut.
As the week passes, Jisoo seems to have a little more energy than normal. The weather is also good, which helps, and her colleagues compliment her haircut.
She texts Jennie a few times during the week and always gets a quick answer. Talking to Jennie is becoming an addiction that Jisoo has no plans on kicking anytime soon, and she invites Jennie for Friday night again, which is immediately answered with a thumbs up emoji.
Jisoo promises to provide the wine. Some money came in from her translation jobs, and she buys wine, some French cheese, cream cheese and olives, and a good stash of cigarettes. Jennie wasn't sure at what time she could make it, so Jisoo makes sure the house is tidy after dinner, and then lights some candles and settles on the couch with her laptop. She's deep into editing an interesting French essay when the doorbell rings.
Jisoo opens the door with a bright smile, in her favorite dress, with her hair done just right and mascara on her lashes. Jennie stands in the hallway in a tracksuit, with wet hair, no makeup, and her face in a frown.
"Oh, baby..." Jisoo opens the door, and her arms, and Jennie stumbles into them, and starts sobbing into Jisoo's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Jennie sniffles when she lets go after a moment. Jisoo runs her knuckles over Jennie's wet cheek.
"How about a glass of wine?"
"Bless you, yes please."
Jisoo hurries into the kitchen to get the snacks and the wine and then sets it all out on the coffee table.
"Oh, you have food," Jennie says surprised. "I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."
"Eat all you want, I have more," Jisoo says, and prepares a piece of warm bread with cream cheese and hands it to Jennie. Jennie chews and sniffs and accepts a glass of wine, drinking almost half of it in one go.
"You won't believe the fucking week I've had," Jennie says grimly. Jisoo is shocked at the f-bomb, but keeps silent.
"On Saturday, I got home to a house in shambles and my poor mother in law sleeping on the couch, completely exhausted, because hubby dearest had to 'work'. On Sunday he was apparently still annoyed with me for having to work on Saturday, and we had a fight about how I 'felt the need' to own a business when he makes 'more than enough' money to provide for his family." Jennie cries harder, holding one hand over her eyes. Her voice is choked when she speaks.
"And he was home late all week, and then last night I... I just, I wanted to make it up to him, I got this cute nightie and... and... he just said no. He rejected me." She turns to look at Jisoo and her eyes are swimming with tears. Jisoo's eyes can't stay dry and she takes Jennie's hand in hers.
"I was trying to... I wanted... I... he pushed me away. He literally pushed me when I wanted to make love to him."
Jennie basically flings herself at Jisoo, who just catches her glass to set it on the table, and then hugs her tightly. Jennie's body heaves with her sobs, and she grabs the fabric of Jisoo's dress in a tight grip in her fists, her tears soaking Jisoo's shoulder.
Jisoo says nothing, just holds Jennie and rubs her hands over Jennie's back, strokes her hair, rocks her a little.
"I'm sorry, baby," Jisoo says softly when Jennie's sobs get a little less intense. Jisoo shifts to lean against the back of the couch, Jennie still wrapped around her, her face now on Jisoo's chest. Jisoo strokes her hair while Jennie's body slowly calms down. Jennie slides down and puts her head in Jisoo's lap, her feet up on the couch.
