I think I'm about to make history.

This is the second morning I've woken up in a good mood without anybody being in bed with me.

I'm still riding my high from last night.

Too bad I'm not riding Jennie.

Oh, wow, now that is an image I'm going to file away in my head for later.

Anyway, as I was saying, my bright sunny mood matches the weather outside and the joy in my heart. I'm still having a hard time believing that I was able to pull my performance off and that I pulled it off so well.

There was no awkwardness or residual weirdness from Jennie at all.

Nothing.

Just a wonderful night that I got to spend sitting close to her.

I had such a blast!

We laughed together, joked around with Bobby and Rose and when I dropped Jennie off at home the smile on her face was almost as satisfying as a good night kiss.

Almost.

But not quite.

She thanked me for a great time and told me that I was able to relax her after a stressful day at the recording studio.

Which brings me to right now.

Phase two of making Jennie mine.

I'm not sure how many phases there are going to be, that actually depends on Jennie. I don't care though, whatever it takes, how ever long it takes, I won't give up.

Well, it hopefully won't take too long because I really am looking forward to being able to fall asleep in her arms and then wake up in them hours later.

And of course all the other stuff that comes in between.

That can't happen though unless I get phase two started.

I send Jennie a message from my phone and wait for her reply.

I even got dressed this morning with Operation Jensoo in mind. I'm wearing army fatigue capris and a black tank top.

That's right, I'm butching it up to fight for my girl.

Ok, ok, the fatigues are pink, but still, the message is clear.

Nobody is going to stand in my way!

Not Hanbin, not Irene, not Jessie or anyone else who dares to interfere in my wooing of Jennie.

I'm almost growling when I hear Jennie call my name.

"Jisoo? What are you doing here?" she asks in a voice thick and deep from sleep.

Oops, I guess it is kind of early.

Oh well, hopefully she isn't as grouchy as me first thing in the morning.

I look up at Jennie bedroom window. The one that is now open and the one with a groggy but sexy looking brunette with messy hair in it.

Damn!

She is fine at any time of the day.

She wipes her eyes, yawns and then stretches to I assume wake herself up a bit. When she stretches her shirt rides up her stomach and I get a glimpse of her abs that I love so much.

I shake my head a bit to refocus my attention on the task at hand.

"Ditching work, wanna come?" I reply as I tilt my head. I flash her what I hope is a sexy smile and then I bite my bottom lip while I wait for her to say yes.

"I can't," Jennie says a little too quickly for my liking. "I have a recording session this morning and meetings all afternoon."

Sigh.

Of course this wasn't going to be easy.

But that's ok, I'm pretty sure I know how to push Jennie's buttons.

"Can't or won't?" I smirk as I tilt my head to the other side.

We need this day together.

For a variety of reasons.

One's I'm not at liberty to discuss right now, they're classified.

I see her internally struggling as I continue to smirk knowingly at her. I smile even wider and I'm sure I almost have her convinced.

"Come on, Jen," I start as I fold my arms across my chest. "What kind of bad ass rock star are you going to be if you're always following the rules?"

Oh yeah.

There's no way she can say no to me now.

She's trying though, but eventually she accepts defeat.

Yay!

I'm going to take it as a very good sign that she couldn't resist me and my charming ways.

I hope that trend continues.

"I have to shower first, do you want to come inside and wait for me," Jennie inquires as she runs her fingers through her hair.

Can I join you?

Getting naked and wet.

I do want to come inside.

Shit!

My thoughts are really running wild considering what time it is.

Oh who am I kidding, they're always running wild but I can't let them get the best of me.

"That's ok, I'll wait in my car for you," I reluctantly tell her. "Meet me out front in fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes?" she pouts. "I need a lot more time than that to look my best."

I roll my eyes. "Shut up, go, we're wasting precious time here."

It's already oh-seven-hundred and we have a lot of different things to cover today.

I'm so excited!

I take a seat on the hood of the Jisoomobile while I wait for Jennie to get showered and dressed.

I'm thrilled that I was able to convince her to play hooky and spend the entire day with me.

I have affectionately dubbed the adventure we're about to embark on Jisoo and Jennie's Day-O-Fun.

I even got t-shirts made to make the occasion.

Well, not really, but I should have.

Darn!

Originally I was going to take Jennie to the beach.

Two girls, frolicking in the sand and sea all day, sounded like a banner idea.

Of course, that would also mean something else.

Jennie in a bikini!

Jennie in a bikini!

Jennie in a bikini!

Wow, I have missed saying that.

And seeing that.

Good times.

Good times.

But I know myself, if the only thing Jennie has on is a bikini, I won't be able to control my hormones.

Not that I'm really in control of them when she's fully dressed mind you.

The temptation to stare at her in all her bikini goodness would be too great though, which is why that idea was nixed.

Instead I've chosen another route that I think includes a bunch of rad things. Hopefully she does too.

However, there is also something I need to get out of the way first. Something that I've been avoiding doing for a while now.

So as much as we're in for a day-o-fun, I need to get this over and done with first.

And then we can get to the good part.

No, not the part where we're kissing and groping and touching and removing clothes. Although that does sound like the good part to me.

Maybe I should go join Jennie in the shower, that would certainly be a fantastic way to kick this day off.

I could wash her back, she could wash mine. I could kiss her neck, she could kiss mine. I could slide my fingers down her toned stomach and into her...

"Boo!" Jennie screams in my ear as she grabs my shoulders.

"Fuck me!" I scream right back as I jump ten feet in the air.

Yes please, that would be very kind of you.

"What the hell, Jennie?" I ask as I turn around while clutching my chest. I try to pretend that I'm mad but the smirk and the adorableness that is Jennie makes that damn near impossible.

"That," she starts as she climbs into the passenger seat of my car, "is for waking me up so freaking early." She clips her seatbelt in place with her smirk still firmly in place.

Jennie is so lucky that I'm crazy about her or I would be thinking up a revenge plan right now.

Instead I join her in the car and laugh the incident off.

And for the record, Jennie looks utterly amazing, even when she only had fifteen minutes to get ready.

Her hair is half up, her jeans are tight in all the right places and she's wearing her trademark cropped t-shirt. Only it's not black like she usually wears, it's red like my car.

Red is definitely her color.

And it matches the highlights in her hair quite nicely.

Thankfully red and pink are no longer considered clashing colors or she'd have to run her cute butt back inside to change.

"So, where are we off to?" Jennie asks as I pull out her driveway.

"Like I'm going to tell you," I reply as I turn the radio on. "You'll have to wait and see."

I have it on a rock station just for her.

I'm so thoughtful.

"Can't I even get a bit of a hint?" she pouts.

No, don't look at her pout. You'll give in.

Stay strong, Jisoo, stay strong.

"Nope, not one," I say as I keep my eyes on the road.

I go to turn the music up and apparently Jennie had the same idea because our hands meet on the volume knob.

I don't pull away.

Neither does she.

I venture a look at my traveling companion and she gives me a shy smile that I don't see very often, but I like very much.

It's the little things that Jennie does that make me confident in her feelings for me.

Besides that one, hot, steamy make-out session we shared.

And now that I'm not so wrapped up in my own issues and my own world, I notice them happening more often.

"If you're not going to tell me where we're going at least tell me why we're playing hooky today," Jennie demands.

Because I want you to call me your girlfriend for real.

"Why not?" I casually reply.

"Won't you get in trouble? I mean you just had a whole week of work off," Jennie points out.

"Thanks, mom," I tease. "I didn't realize you were such a goody two shoes."

"I am not," Jennie huffs.

"Right," I say as sarcastically as possible. "You keep telling yourself that and maybe I'll believe you one day."

"You have no idea how bad I can be," Jennie purrs.

Damn!

I want to know!

Show me!

Show me now!

Thankfully the first stop of the day is just around the corner or I would be in so much trouble. I pull into the parking lot as I force myself to think of something less dangerous than Jennie being bad.

"Welcome to McDonald's can I take your order please?"

I yell mine into the speaker and then turn to Jennie. "What do you want?"

"Wow, McDonald's, you sure know how to show a girl a good time," she jokes in that cocky, sure of herself manner that is so delicious.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Jennie Kim," I coo. "Now stop being crabby and order."

Once we get our food, Jennie immediately dives into the bag to grab her Bacon and Egg McMuffin.

"For someone who was complaining about my food choice, you seem quite eager to devour it," I say as I pull back onto the highway. Before she has a chance to make any kind of comeback, I yank the food out of her hand and throw it in the back seat.

"What did you do that for?" Jennie whines. "I'm hungry."

You can always eat m...

Never mind, I'm not going there.

Not yet anyway.

"I never took you for such a complainer," I reply with a smile. "I'm taking you somewhere special and then you'll get fed."

"Fine," Jennie grumbles, but I can tell she's not really upset. "Wake me up when we get there."

I decide to at least give her half the reason for me wanting to spend the day with her.

"If you must know, I dragged you out of bed so early because you've been in L.A. for almost a month and you've seen like none of the sights." I couldn't believe it myself when she told me. "So, what you are getting is the official Jisoo Kim tour of what I like most about living here."

Jennie opens her eyes and all traces of her pouting are gone. "Yeah?"

I nod my head. "That'll be two hundred dollars, please."

She bursts out laughing and I quickly follow. She spends the rest of the car ride peppering me with questions, but I stay strong.

I stop the car when we reach our destination and thanks to emission laws, we have the perfect view of the city bellows us.

It's a breathtaking view really, and one I can see Jennie appreciates just as much as I do.

I get our food out the back seat and motion for Jennie to join me on the hood of my car so we can have breakfast.

There's only one problem.

I didn't anticipate how hot the engine would make the hood and I think I just burned my ass.

Shit!

Do you think Jennie will kiss it better, like she kissed my forehead when I fell?

Once she's done laughing she does come over to check on me.

I'm quite the improviser though, so I throw the food at Jennie, turn my car around, and we climb on to the trunk to enjoy the view and each other's company.

"It's really beautiful up here," Jennie observes in between bites of her food.

Not as beautiful as you.

I discovered this place a while ago when I was in a particularly foul mood.

That's one of the things I love most about driving, you don't always know where you'll end up, but at least you're going somewhere.

We make some small talk as I work up the courage to follow through on my plan.

Once we're done eating, I clean up all the garbage and take a deep breath.

I could just forget about what I want to ask her.

I could, but I won't.

I won't because it's important that I ask, even if it makes me uncomfortable or upset.

I won't because I have to know.

Even if I said nothing will stand in my way I have to know what I'm up against.

Even if I'm convinced that Jennie is my other half, I genuinely do want and need to learn all about her.

Here we go.

"So have you heard from Hanbin lately?" I ask as my stomach tightens just a bit.

I can see the surprise all over Jennie's face at my question. We hardly ever talk about Hanbin, and by hardly I mean never.

We've managed to avoid his name for quite some time now.

But the time for avoiding things is over.

Yes, he's in New York and yes, he's not a factor to me, but he obviously is for Jennie and I am able to admit that, even if I don't want to.

"I actually spoke with him last night," Jennie eventually replies and she doesn't look at all comfortable with where this conversation is headed.

Neither am I.

I place my hands on either side of me and try to look as carefree as possible. "How's his trip going?"

"Good," Jennie says as she shifts around. "Very good."

Here comes the hard part.

"Have you guys uhm been..." my voice trails off but my determination will not let me chicken out. "Have you known him long?"

Not exactly what I wanted to ask, however, I think it was effective enough.

"Since we were kids," Jennie tells me with some reluctance. "Practically my whole life."

It's not easy to let that information not bother me.

Not easy at all.

I don't want to be selfish, so instead of reacting to how that impacts me, I will instead keep the focus on her.

"That's pretty cool," I say as I keep my tone neutral. I don't want her thinking I'm being sarcastic. "You guys must have been through a lot together."

Jennie turns her eyes away from me. "Yeah, we have." I contemplate asking her something else but then she continues. "He's practically been the only constant in my life." My stomach churns even more but I ignore my own feelings. "My mom was never really there for me and my dad was always touring, but Hanbin, he was always there."

She sounds so sad.

And that makes me sad.

"I'm sorry." I know that doesn't mean a lot but it's the only thing that pops in my head.

I'm sorry she had such a crappy home life and I really don't know what that's like, but I can imagine that growing up without two parents who love you like mine love me, must have been very tough.

Jennie shrugs. "We can't pick who raises us, and I know a lot of people had it a lot worse growing up than I did."

"Jen," I say as I scoot closer to her. "It doesn't matter about anyone else and it doesn't mean you can't be upset because you weren't given what every child wants."

I almost gasp when Jennie reconnects her eyes with mine. They are filled with so much pain and it's a look I've never seen from her before. All I want to do is hold her in my arms and take every ounce of pain away from her.

I settle instead for a soothing rub on her shoulder.

I didn't imagine that asking her about Hanbin would bring this out in Jennie, and I feel really bad.

But maybe she needs to deal with her childhood and her own demons, like I did with mine.

And all I want now is to help her with hers.

I don't care anymore about who Hanbin is to her, all I care about is making Jennie feel better.

"There's something I should tell you," Jennie whispers as she slides her body completely over to mine. "Something I should have told you before but I was scared to." She puts her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm tightly around her. "You might not like me much after you hear it."

What is she talking about?

That is not possible.

"You can tell me anything," I assure her as she buries herself further into me.

Now I'm starting to get a little scared.

Not because I think she's an awful person or anything, but more so because I've never seen her like this and mostly because I hope I can erase her fears and insecurities, like she did for me.

"When my dad died, I didn't handle it well at all," she starts and her voice is shaking.

"That's understandable." I can't stand hearing her so upset, but I know this is important.

"I was so angry at him for leaving me and for leaving me with my mother," Jennie continues without letting me say another word. "I hated the world and everybody in it." Without warning she pulls away from me and I let her. She needs to do this at her own pace. "I had never felt such pain before and all I wanted was for it go away."

I hate that she had to go through such a horrible experience.

Jennie plays with her fingers and she's not looking at me again. "I ended up getting caught up with the wrong crowd and I started partying all the time." I think I see a few tears fall from her face and it's hard for me not to wipe them away. "It got bad, Jisoo, really bad and I was doing any kind of drug that would make me feel numb."

I want to tell her that I don't care about that at all, but I sense she's not done.

"I was so out of control and nobody could stop me, not like anybody really tried except Hanbin," she says so despondently my heart aches. "He tried. but I wouldn't listen and eventually I ended up getting arrested. It was probably the worst night of my life. I was sick of feeling so empty inside so when Hanbin bailed me out the next morning I finally agreed to stop using and get help. He was pretty tough on me but I think I needed that, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," I say and I really wish she'd look at me, but she won't.

"I threw myself into my music after that, it was really the only thing that kept me sane and it made me feel a real connection to my dad." She finally glances over at me and her eyes are so watery. "You must think I'm a real screw up."

I can see every vulnerability and insecurity Jennie has staring right at me.

Before she can get another word out I cup her face in my hand and look directly into her eyes. "The only thing I think is that you were in a lot of pain and dealt with it in a not so healthy way. Who you were or what you've done doesn't matter to me. I'm never going to judge you, Jen, never."

She shakes her head as the tears really start coming, "You don't have to say that to make me..."

"I'm not," I cut in. "We all have things in our past that we're not proud of but that doesn't matter. Look at you now, you have so much going for you, so who cares if you made a mistake when you were grieving for dad."

"You don't think less of me?" She asks so quietly I almost don't hear her.

I hold her gaze to ensure she knows that I mean every word