The Bet

by theoriginalhigh_19

Summary:

Lisa was once told that the definition of insanity is to do something the same way over and over again, expecting a different outcome.

She called that being straight. Or, being straight and trying to have sex.

..and she was confident she was a much better lover than Jennie's boyfriend.

Jennie called that all bark and no bite.

They bet on it.

 

And Lisa showed her just how hard she could bite.

Notes:

disappeared only to come back stronger and freakier😌

The sound of the techno bass amplified as the doors to the underground club burst open. Multi-colored rays of disco lights spilled over the cobblestone pathway and staircase that led out to the alley, as their steps echoed through the quiet night, someone’s boisterous laughter bouncing off the bricked walls of the buildings around.

“That’s not even a TMI, it’s a straight up violation. I feel assaulted.”

Hazily, Jennie watches her bring up a hand to her chest as if mortally offended, the lines of her silhouette pulsing, doubling and blending with the background of muted purples and reds.

“Please,-” she slurs, stumbling forward a little, the half-finished plastic cup pressed to her chest and tilting dangerously to the side. “- after what I’ve heard from you, you should consider yourself lucky I have more class and decorum.”

Lisa stops walking to look her up and down, her eyes dragging lazily up the length of her legs.

Jennie’s skin prickles under her black stockings.

“Yeah, so classy with half your ass out.” Lisa mutters into the rim of the can in her hand, taking a big, generous gulp.

Jennie gasps. “Lalisa!” She slams a foot down, indignant. “You did not just slut-shame me in some random backroom alley!”

Full lips stretch out in a cocky smirk, the sparkle of a silver toothgem glistening under the flickering yellow streetlight as the bar’s entrance grows smaller behind them, the distant thump of a reggaeton beat pulsing faintly under their soles. “If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck..”

Before Jennie can throw the remaining gin tonic at her, the sound of a revving engine drowns out her protests and the narrow alley they were stumbling down on lights up with the blinding white glow of two circular headlights rounding the corner.

They squint at the intrusive sensation until the car pulls up to a stop right in front of them, the  tinted window on the passenger side sliding down slowly.

“Get in losers.”

The back doors unlock as the person behind the wheel revs up the engine again, rushing them.

They squeeze in through the same door, tripping over each other in the backseat as the car speeds away in a flair of dust, long blond locks dancing in the gush of wind that the motion creates.

“Don’t even think about throwing up in my backseat.” The driver warns, their accent slipping through.

“Why so serious, Rosie-posie?” Lisa chirps from the back, giggling as Jennie hiccups out a greeting.

“Maybe I don't appreciate being woken up at three am to pick your drunk ass up from a different shady alley every week!” The blonde shoots back, glaring at her best friend through the rearview mirror.

“What’s even worse is that you're corrupting Jendukie too!” Jisoo adds unhelpfully, failing to remain serious in the passenger seat with her arms crossed half-heartedly.

“I’m corrupting her?!” Lisa yelps in a high-pitched protest. “You should’ve heard the story she just told me. I’m traumatized.”

At Jennie’s scoff, she turns her body, fully facing her. “Why don’t you share with the class?”

“Is it Jongin again?” Jisoo perks up, smirk plastered on her face like spray-painted graffiti.

“IT IS! THANK YOU!” Lisa shouts in approval, high-fiving her. “She gets it.” she points at their unnie, nodding with agreement.

“You’re unbelievable.” Jennie mutters under her breath, facing away from Lisa, arms crossed with what looks like the beginning of a pout.

Rosie’s eyes catch Lisa’s through the mirror, sending a warning that the younger woman was too tipsy to understand.

“I just don’t understand-” Jennie starts, sharp cat eyes boring into the side of Lisa’s skull, -” why is it okay when you talk about your one night stands in the most explicit details, but I bring him up once and it’s suddenly the crime of the century-”

“Dating men in this patriarchal society? It is criminal!”

Jennie rolls her eyes so hard that Rosie senses the motion with her back turned. She opens her mouth to deflect the tension, but Lisa’s too busy digging her own grave to give her the moment.

“You gotta face it, Jen, you’re outnumbered.” Lisa leans back into the backrest, smug like a judge who had just dished out their final sentence.

“You’re never going to find sympathy here about issues you brought upon yourself when they can all be easily solved by getting rid of the common denominator. And we all know who that is.”

Jisoo and Chaeyoung exchange troubled glances as Jennie once again turns away from them, opting to stare out of the window with a jaw clenched so tight, you could hear the grinding of her teeth.

Jisoo cranks the window open silently and the motor whirrs as it rolls down. The air in the car turns chilly as they sink deeper into the night, the once pleasant breeze now biting into skin and fabric.

The twinkling lights of downtown Seoul dwindle down, swallowed by trees and open stretches of nothing, until the winding road and the black of the sky are the only things accompanying them on their drive home.

Lisa turns her head to look at Jennie, expectant, but when all she’s met with is the silent treatment, she scoffs, shaking her head and shifting away.

“Did you ever think- “ Jennie’s voice breaks the silence, tone low and flat, “- that maybe I just wanted to share a part of my life with my best friend, or is that okay with you only when it’s something you can relate to?”

Bristled at the jab, Lisa snaps her head back to Jennie.
“And what exactly do you want me to do?” She feels both of their friends’ eyes on her and promptly ignores them. “If you don’t want opinions and solutions, then what is it you expect me to do? Or do you just run your mouth to keep it busy when his dick isn’t here to entertain it?”

A firm call of her name carries from the front as another warning, but it dissolves quickly under the heat of Jennie’s glare as it locks in on Lisa’s eyes.

“No, let her carry on. I wanna see how low she can go.”

“You know I can go much lower than that.”

The can crackles in her grip as she meets Jennie’s heat head on.

“I don’t doubt it. For someone who’s turned men-hating into her whole personality, you surely don’t mind behaving like the worst of them.”

The twitch of Lisa’s jaw lets Jennie know she’s hit a nerve.

“Or is that what it is? It just kills you that they can attract by simply existing, yet you have to push yourself onto every woman you see and still don’t get half the attention?”

The car screeches to a sudden halt, swerving into the right bank of the desolated road. The tires scrape on gravel as all four of them jolt forward.

“Enough of this!” Chaeyoung’s voice booms as the engine splutters once then dies, plunging them in quiet and darkness, as the dashboard lights go out. “This is every time, I’m sick of the same old thing.”

Shocked into silence, they watch as she releases her seatbelt with a snap and throws the door open. Her boots hit the gravel with a loud thud and then she’s out of the car, leaning against the open door, face twisted in anger.

“You either work out whatever the fuck is going on between the two of you or you stop dragging us into it!” Her finger wags inside of the car, pointed at the two of them as Jennie and Lisa can only stare in disbelief.

“And you?” She turns towards Jisoo, eyebrows crossed in disdain. “Are you going to sit there and let them keep doing this?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Chaeng, what do you want me to do?” Jisoo sighs, fingers pressed against her temples like she was trying to physically rub the tension out. “It’s late, let’s just go home and get some sleep.”

“No, I’m not getting back inside until they settle whatever this is or learn how to shut the fuck up and keep it between themselves. This is the fourth time I’m pulled out of bed to listen to the same old bullshit. Y’all wanna get drunk and bitch at each other, fine, call an Uber next time!” She kicks the door shut, the force of the slam rattling the whole frame.

They watch as she rounds the vehicle to get to Jisoo’s side and yank her door open, the older woman flinching despite herself.

“Are you coming or you’re gonna sit there and play jury?”

The brunette stares at her, blinking stupidly. “Coming where?”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

The door slams in her face.

She jumps in her seat, curses and then she’s throwing her own door open and chasing after the taller girl with wide, determined steps.

The wind carries in a string of her insults through the door she left ajar, growing fainter the further into the darkness she goes.

“Everyone is fucking mental here.” Jennie mutters under her breath, head lulling into her palms.

“Yeah and you’re leading the circus.”

“Y’know, if you’ve got something to say, say it to my face. You’re always so brave hiding behind the cocktail glass.” Leather squeaks under her as she shifts her whole body to face Lisa.  “Well, the floor is yours.”

Aluminum clanks as the taller girl shoves the can into a cup holder, as it spills some of its contents out, painting the air with the artificial scent of fruit and caramel.

“I’ve been saying it.” Her fingers twitch in her lap as she refuses to meet Jennie’s eyes. “You know very well what I think about your boyfriend.”

A dry laugh leaves Jennie’s lips. “Oh, yeah, I know. We all know. You’ve been making sure everyone and their mother knows your opinion about him and men in general. I just didn't know what you thought about me. And now that I do, I just wonder what you’re still doing here. If my lifestyle disgusts you so much, why do you still seek out my company, Lisa? Seems to me you and I have nothing left in common, so what really is the goal here?”

“Stop acting like it’s one-sided. You know very well that it’s not.” Lisa sighs, frustrated.

“It isn't? Because I don't have a problem with you.” Jennie's voice is softer now, smaller, as her fingers twist up in each other on top of her thighs, eyes downcast.
“I treat you like all of my other friends. But I’ve never heard you get this nasty to anyone else. So what is it about me that sets you off this badly?”

Lisa’s bottom lip disappears between her teeth, stinging with guilt.

“You know what.” She grits out.

Jennie watches her face shift between different emotions before it finally settles on one that makes her look like she’d just tasted something very sour.

Despite the earlier tension, the corners of her mouth curl the slightest bit up.
“Is it my boyfriend again?”

At once, Lisa’s whole body deflates, sagging against the backrest like a sack of potatoes. “Your boyfriend is an idiot!” She exclaims with her head in her hands, so pitifully that it draws a fuller smile out of Jennie.

“I’m sorry, but he sucks!”

Jennie knew she wasn't sorry at all.

“He’s ugly, he treats you badly and he can’t even break the bed with you to make up for it. You’re dating a loser!” she rants off, counting on her fingers, not even noticing the laughter Jennie was trying to stifle.

“I just don’t understand why you do this to yourself.”

At the lack of response, a dark pair of eyes poke out under messy bangs to stare at her expectantly. Jennie stares back, amused.

“So because you think he treats me horribly, your solution is to treat me horribly too?”

The hint of kicked puppy in the face that Lisa gives her sends her again and this time, she laughs openly.

Lisa, whiny and petulant, groans. “No but when he does it, you reward him with a blowjob and when I do it, I’m enemy number one of the state.”

The brunette regards the outburst with only a deadpan stare.

“So, now I’m the problem because I don't reward you with head for slut-shaming me?”

Lisa blanks. “That's not- that’s not what I meant.”

“It sounds like that’s exactly what you meant.”

One thing about Jennie is, she takes great joy in watching Lisa sputter. Especially when her whole face flushes, just like it’s doing right now.

So brightly red that it was obvious even in the dark.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?”

“I’m finding it.” The younger girl mumbles, eyes pointed downward in shame, properly reprimanded.

“You’re not gonna find it sticking your nose in my sex life, I’ll tell you that.”

Just like that, Lisa ignites again.

She scoffs, despondent. “I’ve heard so much about that sex life that it feels like I’m participating in it. And you wanna know what? It’s boring.”

“Yeah? And yours is so much more interesting?”

Lisa reaches out to snatch her coke can back, begrudgingly sipping.
“Indeed.”

“How come?”

“Well, for starters, I’m a woman, I know what feels good for other women. And I know exactly when they’re faking it.” She wipes her lips with the back of a hand in one swift swipe, her pride finally recovered enough to let her hold her own under that piercing gaze. “Men only care about how you feel for as long as it takes them to finish.”

‘’That’s just not true,’’ Jennie remarks defensively. ‘’You can’t make a conclusion for a whole gender based on the behaviour and experiences of a few.’’

“I can and I will.” Lisa fires back, equally stubborn. “All they know is how to hammerjack and they believe it’s the greatest move on God’s green Earth.’’

Jennie’s eyes narrow, studying her, scrutinizing. “When was the last time you were with a man?” Finally, after a beat of silent appraisal, she shoots, convinced she’s got her cornered.

Lisa, though, doesn't even falter, just tilts the can up to her lips for another sip, her eyes not leaving Jennie’s for a second.

Jennie watches her throat bob as she swallows.

Lisa puts the drink aside, as the corners of her mouth curl up, the tiny droplets of cola sparkling against the red of her lips.

“I’ll do you one better,” her index finger points at the brunette, the rest of the can crushed in her hand, “when was the last time a man made you come? When was the last time he made you come?”

The question startles Jennie and she draws slightly back in surprise, wrapping the lapels of her jacket tigther around herself against the cold wind. 
“That question is a little too personal, don't you think?”

Lisa laughs. No, she cackles.

“I think we went past personal a long time ago. Like back when you told me how long it took to wash his jizz out of your hair.”

The scent of cola wraps around her senses, gripping, and that's how she notices Lisa has leaned in closer,

“- that was just to let you know how big of a struggle it is,’’ she notes absentmindedly, her eyes stroking Lisa’s lips as they pull back to show pearly whites smiling with irony.

‘’Don’t think I’ll ever make use of that information, but thanks.’’ The younger pulls back into her seat, breaking off the eye-contact and gripping the can in her hand again. Jennie’s eyes follow the movement, watching thin long fingers wrap around the metal and squeeze.

She hadn't noticed when her eyelids had grown this heavy, when her head had started weighing down on her like it was spinning in a haze, the oxygen between them a mix of their perfumes, sweltering cherries and sugar.

‘’Aren’t you going to answer my question?’’

With great difficulty, Jennie zones in on the rest of her face. ‘’If you ask it again,’’ she says lowly, mouth suddenly dry. She eyes the drink in Lisa’s hand, desperately craving a sip.

‘’When was the last time you came?’’ Lisa repeats, each word rolling off her tongue more brazenly than the last, her eyes blazing up a storm as they set on Jennie’s.

Just now,

she thinks to say, but the back of her throat is sticky with hot, humid air so all she manages is a sound gulp. She uncrosses and crosses her legs at the knee, pressing her thighs tightly together. ‘’Everytime.’’

The corners of Lisa’s eyes quirk up as she tilts her head, almost predatory. “Impossible.”

Jennie follows the motion, entranced. “Why?’’

‘’You don’t have the look of a sexually satisfied woman.’’ Lisa explains simply with a slight shrug of one shoulder. The action causes the collar of her shirt to slip lower, revealing the column of her throat, the veins running down the length of it, pulsing.

The brown of Jennie’s eyes grows a shade darker. “And what is that look?’’

Lisa deliberately delays her response, makes sure Jennie follows as she drags her eyes down every inch of her body, surveying. She notes the rigid stance in the seat, the stiffly-crossed legs and arms, the steel in both her eyes and her voice, then she smiles before her lips part with the answer, “loose.’’

‘’Like the girls you drag into your bed?’’ Jennie bites, voice laced with sweet venom.

‘’No,’’ The taller girl brings the can up to her lips for that final drop of coca-cola, hiding her smirk behind it, ‘’like the girls that leave it.’’

Jennie swallows the sound that claws up her throat at that, not ready to stop being difficult just yet, “You say that now, but how do I know if it’s true?’’ She reaches for the can, their fingers brushing as she crushes it in her hand and Lisa lets her have it, sitting back to observe in delight,

‘’You can ask them,’’ her eyes flicker up to the brunette’s face and the glint in them turns insolent, “unless you wanna try it for yourself.’’

At that moment, Jennie knew that they were both wasted beyond the point of return.
And in that moment, being slowly undressed and undone under Lisa’s gaze, she couldn't care less.

The younger girl was right. It had been a long time.

So, all she did in that moment was hum and lean closer to run the pad of her finger up the length of Lisa’s jaw, until she reached the lock of hair she meant to innocently brush away from her face, ‘’and if I do?’’

The size Lisa’s pupils dilated to was a pleasure to see.

“Then I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.” Her voice went dangerously low and she straightened up in her seat, her tone and proximity sending chills up Jennie’s spine. “I’ll make you come in under ten minutes. And you’re gonna forget about him. For good.”

Jennie smirks, then schools her expression into a fake pout that contrasted the indecent sparkle in her eye, “and if you don't?”

Lisa regards her for a second, before she draws back slightly, with unbothered ease, triumphant already. “Nothing,” she shrugs, as if the thought of that happening hadn't even crossed her mind, “you go back to your average dicks, I go back to my clubs and we part ways, no bad blood.”

It was that lazy confidence, that resolution, as if she knew the world was solely created to be a trophy on her shelf, that pulled Jennie impossibly in, that made her curious to get a taste for herself, to see if the bite was worth all of that bark.

To play Lisa’s game and beat her at it.

She clicks her tongue in disapproval. Twirling the strand of hair around her finger, she pulled slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the younger. ”That’s not enough to punish you,’’ her eyes flicker up and down between Lisa’s and her mouth, a coy smile on her lips.

Doe eyes widen with interest, “how would you like me to be punished then?’’ Lisa asks with that arrogant stretch of full red lips that Jennie knows was meant to warn her conquests that they weren’t going to be more than another notch on Lisa’s bedpost come the morning.

But only she could see how gone those eyes were on her.

She’d always known. It was only now that she was going to do something about it.

Smirking, she cups Lisa’s chin with a hand, nails digging in.

“No clubs, no girls. Six months of detox, until you learn how to treat women right,” She drags Lisa’s face closer to hers, her grip unrelenting, lips hovering over Lisa’s, “how does that sound?”

“Like torture.” Lisa breathes out, voice nearly gone, a pathetic whisper of resolve snapping in two.

“Perfect.”

Jennie crashes their mouths together with an urgency that couldn’t wait to hear Lisa’s retort, her tongue drawing it out of her lips in a single guttural moan. The sound rumbles underneath the palm she has splayed open against the other woman’s chest, her fingers curling in the cotton of her shirt as she pulls Lisa closer to her body, sinking her teeth in soft flesh with the taste of cherry cola and the promise of a long, intense night.

The can tumbles out of Lisa's hand to the floor, rolling away. 

Her shirt follows shortly after. 

 

 

Notes:

i just wanna apologize for this bc i thought attending their tour twice and seeing them live would make me more ashamed to write them in such context.

spoiler alert: it made me worse😩

also life update: got a job but im still acting jobless😭