"Please tell me I didn't do stupid things last night," Lisa groaned as she was walking down the stairs, her hands were craddling her head. Her long, blond hair was a mess.

She found Jennie standing in front of the stove, her back on her. Leo was sitting in one of the high stools, quietly watching whatever Jennie was doing and Luca was sleeping peacefully at the windowsill. Both scuttled and ran in different directions upon seeing Lisa and her wild, messy morning hair. 

Jennie quickly turned around, a spatula on her hand, and looked at Lisa sheepishly. "I ruined the pancake," she said with a pout.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and she was wearing Lisa's bluish gray hoodie, with words "Unicorns and Rainbows" written across the chest and paired with one of Lisa's baggy plaid pajama pants. Both looked big on Jennie's petite size, that she had to roll the sleeves of the hoodie and the hems of the pants have covered half her feet.

"Nice," Lisa groaned appreciatively, tried to smile but ended up grimacing in pain. The hangover was kicking in pretty bad.

Jennie pouted even more and asked, "Nice that I ruined the pancake? I'll just have this one and make a perfect one for you," she said as she took out the heavily distorted pancake from the pan onto the plate.

"I mean, my hoodie looks nice on you," Lisa replied with a grimacing smile and walked passed Jennie groggily toward the refrigerator.

She was extremely thirsty. Her mouth and throat were dry. That's how it usually would whenever she's suffering from a bad hangover. She took a gallon of what appeared to be milk without realizing it and settled on the empty high stool where Leo had been sitting seconds ago.

"Oh, thanks. I went through your closet without asking. I'm sorry," Jennie said and continued, "I had to change and my clothes from yesterday obviously still reeked from smoke and barbecue. I also  took the liberty of putting a hoodie on you. Are you okay?" Jennie explained further and asked. Her face still looked anxious about the ruined pancake.

"No. I feel like my head's about to crack open and my stomach's about to digest its own walls," Lisa answered and took a gulp from the gallon, and finally realized that it was goat milk. "Ugh! Milk!" she cringed and made a face.

"I bought you something for your hangover. Wait," Jennie said and took something from inside the black plastic bag sitting above the kitchen table. "Here you go," she said and handed Lisa a bottle of chocomilk. "I was told that it's a good alternative for a haejjunguk. And I know how much you love chocomilk."

"You are a life-saver!" Lisa said gratefully and hastily drank all the contents of the bottle, emptied it before she asked, "I didn't know I have the ingredients for pancakes?"

"You didn't. I went out early and bought some groceries," Jennie answered.

"Did you even sleep?" Lisa asked, eyeing Jennie with curious eyes.

"I couldn't sleep, Lili. So, I decided to fo out and went to a grocery store nearby. I saw this box of easy-to-make instant pancake mix on a shelf. And I was craving for pancakes, so I bought one."

Lisa nodded and asked, "So, did I do stupid things last night?" and took another bottle of chocomilk from the plastic bag, which she recognized was from a grocery store nearby.

"You were pressing the horn nonstop all the way from the Orange to here. I had to apologize to the few pedestrians that you scared along the way," Jennie said.

"Oh, yes. I remember that. Anything else I did? Something, maybe, worse?" asked Lisa. She sounded anticipating but dreading at the same time. She knew she could be pretty reckless and stupid when she's drunk.

"You tried to sing the national anthem backwards at the top of your lungs, after I asked you to be quiet because you couldn't stop laughing about the scurrying pedestrians when we were climbing the stairs outside," said Jennie and tried to imitate Lisa's singing voice, singing a few lines of the national anthem and then said, "It was hilarious!"

"Yes, I also kind of remember that," Lisa said, nodding. "Did I puke?" she then asked. She had to asked that. Because the quantity of her puke would determine how drunk she was last night. Which really doesn't make any sense logically, but that's her personal perspective and understanding of her drunken state.

"No. You just dozed off after you--,"

"Oh, thank goodness! I thought I was pretty wasted last night," Lisa breathed out in relief.

"--kissed me on the mouth," Jennie continued. "That's why I couldn't slee--"

"I did WHAT?" Lisa choked and asked, sounding horrified and spilled an amount of chocomilk on her front.

"See? I knew you'd forget about it," Jennie said and turned her back from Lisa.

"What did I do exactly?" Lisa asked cautiously.

Jennie turned around and said, "You greeted me a Happy Valentine's after I put you to bed and you held me on the nape, grabbed me and then kissed me on the mouth and then you fell asleep. Snoring."

"Oh my god! Oh my--! Holy fu--! I'm so sorry, Jennie," Lisa said, now certainly looking horrified. Her hands were on her mouth, her eyes widened. She regained her sobriety all of a sudden.

"That wasn't the first kiss I imagined I would be getting, to be honest. But you were pretty drunk and now you don't remember. I should be sad and hurt about it. But, I guess that didn't count," Jennie said and shrugged nonchalantly--which automatically offended Lisa because what the heck!--and poured another batter of pancake mix on the small frying pan.

"What? No way! No freakin' way! It's still a kiss! A kiss is a kiss, Nini! I am your first kiss!" Lisa pointed out. She was already on her feet, looking ready to fight for whatever was rightfully hers.

"Aigoo! Look at you claiming it right now when you can't even remember it, Lili. How was that supposed to count?" Jennie told Lisa patronizingly, shaking her head and clicking her tongue in disbelief.

"I cannot believe I kissed you last night," Lisa said in a daze and returned to her seat. She felt like her head was spinning wildly and about to burst into pieces and it didn't even have anything to do with the hangover.

"I cannot believe you can't remember that you did," Jennie said with a smirk and carefully flipped the half-cooked pancake upside down. She flashed her gummy grin when she succeeded.

"So, I am your first kiss," Lisa deliberately said with a victorious smile plastered on her lips. She stood up once again and walked towards Jennie.

"Yes you are, Lisa. I waited for years and you ruined it. Can you believe that?" said Jennie, looking at Lisa who was already standing beside her, facing at her. Lisa's left elbow was resting confidently on the edge of the kitchen counter. The spilled chocomilk was a contrast to her yellow hoodie.

"What?" Jennie asked nervously when Lisa grinned widely and was looking at her with those soft, round eyes of hers. Brows wriggling playfully.

"Well, I can make it up to you right now," Lisa said, the bright smile was flashing on her face.

"I--I'm making pan...cakes," Jennie said and looked away. She was trying to act normal and steady but her hand holding the spatula was saying otherwise because it was shaking badly.

A drunk Lisa kissing her last night was quite a shock and a feat, Jennie thought. But she recovered in haste, although she had difficulty in sleeping. And now she was curiously and anxiously wondering how it would be like being kissed by a sober Lisa. Who looked determined to make it up to her from a sloopy kiss last night. "Lisa was a good kisser!" Chaeyoung's words kept ringing on her ears all of a sudden.

Lisa held Jennie by the cords of the hoodie and pulled the petite beauty closer. "I know. But the pancakes can wait," she whispered and leaned in closer, her hand blindly finding the power button of the stove to turn it off and brought her mouth on Jennie's quivering mouth.

Lisa smiled between the kiss. Jennie's lips were what she imagined they would be. Soft, warm, delicate and naïf. She pulled the unresponsive chaebol even closer, until the proximity between them became seemingly impossible for Jennie to breath properly without inhaling all of Lisa's scents. Including the remnants of all the alcohol the tall blond had consumed from last night.

Lisa held Jennie's hands and brought it around her neck and then slithered her own hands around her Nini's waist. The kiss, which had been unmoving and unprogressive for what already felt like eternity, as far as Jennie's calculation was concerned, suddenly took a leap forward when Lisa decided to take it the next level.

Lisa's mouth moved intimately and expertly. She was teasingly biting and gently sucking Jennie's quivering lower lip. She did the process more than twice and moved her mouth again to suck Jennie's upper lip and did the process on both soft tissues on repeat. She was patiently teaching Jennie the technicalities of kissing until Jennie have finally caught up with the rhythm and imitated whatever Lisa was doing. Including, but coyly, when Lisa licked the delicate edges of her mouth before the blond plunged her tongue inside Jennie's mouth.

Jennie tiptoed and let out a whimpering moan. The kiss and the slow dance that their tongues were doing were blowing her mind away. This was more than she could ever imagine.

They both pulled away at the same time when they both ran out of air. Jennie's face was flushing, her mouth was full and red. She was sucking for air and holding on to Lisa's shoulders for support. Her knees felt weak and shaking; her head was down. She was looking at their both feet. Lisa was still wearing the white Chanel socks that Gustav gave as a gift, while her own feet, half-visible due to Lisa's long pajama pants, were pale and bare against the dark floor. The bright red polish in her toenails complimented Lisa's red trousers.

Lisa, meanwhile, sought Jennie's eyes by titling the chaebol's chin up and smiled at her.

"How's that for a kiss?" Lisa asked teasingly.

"Mindblowing," Jennie responded, still catching her breath. Her brain, she assumed, was blown away and its pieces were scattered all over the place. She couldn't think straight.

She couldn't look straight Lisa in the eyes. She was afraid that if she would, she would then shamelessly beg Lisa to take her there and then. Considering how hot she was feeling at the moment and a hot, raw sensation was tingling her lower body. But she still took a peek, anyway.

And there, inside that soft, round eyes that were staring back at her, Jennie finally saw the beauty of an unknown universe exploding right before her eyes. It was so beautiful and inviting that she couldn't stop herself and pulled Lisa for another kiss. There was no way she could ever get enough of how Lisa's plump lips was so tender and warm and teasing against hers. It was how she imagined it would be. And more. She wanted more, she realized.

Lisa groaned and responded to the kiss with so much ardour and intensity. She even took the liberty of taking Jennie's full lips on her mouth, sucked it inside her own mouth as if squeezing what sweet juices she could find in there and released it after and licked the cornerside of Jennie's mouth and took it again.

"Oh god, I can't stop," Lisa breathed heavily between their torrid kisses and heaved Jennie's bottom up the kitchen counter. The coldness of the hard granite was seeping through the fabric of the pajama pants Jennie was wearing. But it wasn't not enough to put out the fire inside her that Lisa have ignited.

Jennie automatically parted her legs to accomodate Lisa, as the kiss deepened and all they could hear was their hot breath and soft whimpering and Bazzi's Mine was playing on Lisa's stereo from the living room. She had been tinkering with Lisa's CD collection before she decided to make pancakes.

Lisa's hands travelled from Jennie's thighs towards the hems of the hoodie the latter was wearing. And when the blackhaired perfection did not flinched, Lisa aggressively but affectionately moved her both hands under the thick garment, realizing that Jennie wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie except maybe a lacy bra. The flat abdomen felt smooth and hot on her touch, like molten stone; it was inviting for a caress.

"Tell me to stop," Lisa murmured between the kisses. But Jennie shook her head and kissed Lisa even harder.

Lisa took it as an encouragement and placed her palms on Jennie's waist. Molding the delicate curves on both sides with her hands like a vulnerable china. She heard Jennie's breathing hitched a little higher; her hands now clutching in the thick fabric of Lisa's hoodie.

Lisa moved away from the kiss to Jennie's slight disappointment. Only to be replaced by another series of breath-hitching and a moan when Lisa's mouth moved and planted warm, wet kisses on the sensitive skin behind her ear as Lisa's hands glided smoothly higher, now tracing the lace of Jennie's bra with her fingers.

"Lili..." Jennie murmured softly as she felt Lisa's tongue licking the tip of her earlobe, sending thousands of foreign sensations all over her body.

And just when Lisa's hands were about to cup the mounds of soft flesh underneath the soft, thin fabric, and Jennie felt a hot liquid flowing from between her thighs, the doorbell rang. Once, twice and then nothing. They both looked towards the door. The eerie silence took over.

Lisa dropped her hands on Jennie's lap. She rested her head on Jennie's shoulder and let out an irritated groan. Which Jennie responded with a kiss on Lisa's cheek and gently pushed Lisa away from her so she could jump from the kitchen counter and be on her feet once again. Lisa realized what Jennie was doing and helped the latter to stand steadily on the floor.

"Go get the door," Jennie told Lisa while fixing herself. She even bravely splashed her flushed face with cold water from the faucet to calm herself and to put out the heat that was slowly consuming her.

Lisa combed her hair with her hands and walked across the living room towards the door. Wondering who the intruder might be, because she wasn't expecting anyone.

Lisa did not bother taking a peep on the peeping hole. She entered the pin code number and pushed her door open. And there, standing on her doorstep, was a stranger. Towering, with broad shoulders and brooding eyes. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck, covering half his face; a bonnet on his head.

"May I help you?" Lisa asked tentatively.

"I'm looking for Miss Kim," the intruder answered, his voice was muffled behind the scarf. His eyes was boring on Lisa.

"I think you're in the wrong address. There's no 'Miss Kim' here," Lisa said politely.

"I don't think so. Her car's parked outside," the stranger replied, pointing Jennie's Porsche beside Lisa's Impala.

"Oh! Did you mean Jennie?" Lisa asked in confusion.

"I meant Miss Kim. But, yes," the intruder responded vaguely.

"She's inside. May I know who you are? In case she'll ask."

"I'm none of your business, Lalisa Manoban. Please get Miss Kim for me," the stranger said in an unfriendly tone.

"Whoa! Wait! How the--how did you know who I am?" Lisa was flustered. Did Jennie told anyone about her? Well yes, there was Jisoo. But anyone other than Jisoo? And her address, also? If yes, then why?

The stranger just shrugged. He didn't say anything and just stood there looking cocky and resolute. Like, he was wired to act that way even when he was actually intruding. He clearly meant business.

"Fine. You better come in, I guess. It's freezing in here," Lisa said as her body shivered from the cold air and stepped aside to provide entrance to the tall stranger. The intruder offered her a stiffed bow and stepped inside the apartment.

The intruder, Lisa noticed as he decided to take off his scarf and bonnet was good-looking. Too good-looking that he could pass as a model, especially with his brooding eyes and sharp jawline. He was beautiful. His skin was slightly tanned, his body was obviously well-built under the winyer clothes he was wearing. His trimmed hair was close to blond and he had a stance that would indicate that he was nothing sort of ordinary. If anything, he seemed like the male version of Jennie, in Lisa's opinion. A walking sophistication and luxury. But more haughty and definitely, most definitely unfriendly.

"Why don't you take a seat and I'll just go get Jenn--Oh! There she is," Lisa said when she saw Jennie emerging from the kitchen, looking curious and confused at the same time. She was looking at the intruder and then shifted her eyes to Lisa, her brows were raised, as if asking her Lili who the six-foot guy standing in tge middle of her living room was.

"He said he's looking for a 'Miss Kim'," Lisa offered, providing answer to Jennie's silent inquiry. "Are you 'Miss Kim'?" she then asked Jennie, which made Jennie's brows furrowed further.

"Who are you?" Jennie demanded from the stranger in a rather blunt way. She was eyeing him like she was trying to remember if she had seen his face elsewhere.

"Good day, Miss Kim," the man said and offered Jennie a polite bow. "Madam Kim asks me to pick you up and bring you home immediately," he said. He put an emphasis on the last word.

Jennie's eyes, Lisa noticed, snapped and turned from confusion to irritated. Her stance changed from being comfortable to raising her guard immediately. And Jennie didn't even flinched or look surprised that the intruder somehow knew where to find her, Lisa realized. She just stood there, looking at the six-foot guy intimidatingly, sizing him up and daring him to do or say anything stupid.

"You did not answer my question," Jennie told the stranger coldly. There was authority and hostility in her voice. Something that Lisa wasn't used to hearing from Jennie.

"My name is Kai," the guy said coldly. "Your new driver," he added with a scoff. As if the mere idea of him driving someone like Jennie was ridiculous.

"Since when did I ever need a driver?" Jennie asked sardonically.

"Uhm, I'll just give you, guys, a minute to figure things out. I'll be in the kitchen," Lisa interjected, looking at Jennie, but Jennie held her by the arm.

"No, Lisa. Stay," Jennie said and there was nothing else Lisa could do but to nod and stand beside Jennie.

"Why don't you ask your mother, Miss Kim?" the Kai guy impertinently.

Jennie rolled her eyes and said, "I'll ask her to fire you immediately. And if she won't, then I'll do it myself."

"Shall we get going?" Kai asked casually, as if he didn't hear a word Jennie said. As if the idea of losing his job was nothing for him to worry about.

"May I remind you that I'm your boss? Therefore, I will have the final say on things," Jennie said irritably. The driver was getting on her nerves. "I'm sorry about this, Lisa," she then told Lisa apologetically.

"No, it's okay. Perhaps you should leave? I mean, your mother's asking for you, according to him," Lisa said, looking at Kai.

"Give us a minute," Jennie told her driver.

Kai nodded and said, "Of course, Miss Kim," and planted himself on Lisa's carpeted floor, showing no intentions of leaving and giving them privacy.

So, Jennie held Lisa's hand and dragged the tall blond towards the kitchen, leaving Kai standing in the middle of