#i didn't get the chance to go grocery shopping either so now i dont have any fresh food

[pa-pa-plasma]

i'm going to fucking kill someone. i got screamed at & called selfish & stupid for telling my mom to wear a mask. she gave me covid

[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Seven

⚠️ This Chapter is rated mature for sexual content⚠️

Notes: Happy Holidays everyone! Here's a present from me to you! (Dont worry I'm still on break, this has always been scheduled for a Christmas present)

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"I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold. You're intertwining your soul with somebody else."

"Can I help you?" Jisoo opened her front door with a bored look on her face.

"How long are you going to be mad at me? It's starting to get annoying." You crossed your arms over your chest. Your jaw clenched and eyes locked in a semi-permanent glare.

"What makes you think I'm mad at you?" Jisoo frowned stubbornly.

"Oh, I get it now. You're a dumbass. Can't believe I hadn't noticed it sooner."

"Now, hold on." Jisoo held up a hand.

You poked a finger in Jisoo's chest, "You think you're all high and mighty just because you haven't slept with anybody else. I have needs, Jisoo! You don't get to decide who I do or don't sleep with."

Jisoo backed further into the apartment to avoid the probing finger. You followed her with a determined look in your eye. The door slammed shut behind you.

"You could have came to me!" Jisoo hollered, an almost imperceptible growl bubbled beneath the words.

"Your child was sick!"

"You didn't know that!"

"What was I supposed to do? Walk over here and ask you if you were available, then when you said no, head over to where I was going in the first place?" You sighed and shook your head, "One of us is missing the point, and it is not me."

Jisoo scowled even harder somehow. Her jaw is clenched and she's looking at the framed picture just passed your head.

"Are you 'having needs' right now?"

"I'm always 'having needs' because of stupid alphas like you!"

Before you can even blink, Jisoo has you pressed against the nearest wall, with her lips on yours.

It's a lot of clashing teeth and nipped lower lips, and you whimpered desperately or maybe that was Jisoo, you had somehow become so intertwined so quickly, it never became obvious.

Jisoo nipped lightly at your neck. A smirk danced across her kiss swollen lips. You shuddered.

Your back arched away from the wall as Jisoo's hand traveled down your still clothed stomach and into your jeans.

Jisoo groaned, "You're soaked." She pulled her hand back from its destination part way before returning.

"So I've been told."

Jisoo growled lowly, "Really? You want to be petty right now? With my hand down your pants?"

"What better time than the present?"

Jisoo's fingers traced the outline of your folds lightly, occasionally, grazing over your clit. Her movement is hindered by the tightness of your jeans, but she's determined to get you off like this first.

So, she pushed her her hand back down roughly. The heel of her palm brushed harshly against your center. Her fingers circling your entrance.

"Well, if you're so keen on talking during this, now would be the perfect time for you to beg."

You choked down a whimper, "Y-You know, you're at like the perfect distance for me to knee your dick into your throat, right?"

"So is that a no?"

"It's a keep talking and see what happens-Fuck!" Jisoo mentally patted herself on the back for that one. Her index finger curled slightly inside of you.

You couldn't have even begun to choke back the resulting whimper.

"You were saying?" A raised eyebrow accompanied her smirk. You made sure to clench your eyes shut.

"Do you make it your mission to be this insufferable?" You bit your lip as Jisoo pulled her hand out once again. You absolutely refused to beg, or do anything that would suggest you wanted Jisoo to put her hand back out of pure spite.

Jisoo, for her part, wasn't even thinking about that anymore. She had foregone her original plan. You weren't cooperating and Jisoo's straining painfully against her own shorts.

She leaned in to nip at your neck again. Her nose pressed firmly to your scent gland.

Jisoo never answered the question.

Instead, she dipped her thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. She pushed them down enough so they were out of her way.

"Jisoo." You breathed out, you were suddenly facing the wall. Jisoo pressed against you lightly.

You could feel Jisoo. Her arousal. Her breathe on your shoulder. Her hands roaming underneath your shirt, you have a feeling Jisoo won't bother to take that off of you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when there's a rustling of clothing, none of which involve anything you're still technically wearing. The heat of Jisoo's body left for about all of three seconds, before she returns sans shorts.

Jisoo chuckled into your ear, "Is this how you thought your morning would go when you woke up. Me, you, and this wall?"

You pressed your overheated face onto said wall. The cold drywall cooled your face almost immediately, "Fuck you."

"What do you think im trying to do?"

Jisoo nestled nicely between your thighs. Her hips slowly pumping back and forth.

You groaned, "Chu, please. I want you inside me."

Jisoo resisted the urge to fist pump, "Since you asked so nicely. I'm never letting you live this down, by the way."

You're sure under any other circumstances, you would have kicked her feet out from under her, but Jisoo's finally inside of you and you're not even totally sure what you were even thinking about three seconds earlier.

~•~

"Don't think this means I'm not still mad at you." You huffed petulantly as you adjusted all of your clothing back onto your body, the way it had been when you came in.

"Yeah, I'm not too thrilled with you either at the moment. Truce?" Jisoo shuffled back into her shorts. She held out her hand toward you.

You just stared at it, "Fine, truce." Your brows furrowed for a second before widening comically, "Where's your kid?"

Jisoo looked back at you confused for a moment, "Kid? What ki-Oh! She's at my parents for the week. You didn't think I'd have sex with you in my living room if she was here, did you? Of course not, I'd do it in the kitchen."

"I really can't stand you." You rolled your eyes before heading for the door.

"Then why do you keep talking to me?"

"Because Irene's already mated!" You shouted over your shoulder.

"Hey! Low blow!"

You only laughed as you exited the apartment.

~•~

She hates Whole Foods. She really does, but Lia's got allergies and it's the easiest place to shop for her.

She figured now was a good time to go grocery shopping. She wouldn't have to deal with the ankle biter pointing to every single flavor of Cheerios she recognized and pouting until Jisoo put it into the basket.

Speaking of Cheerios, Jisoo found herself in the cereal aisle. She grabbed a large box of plain Cheerios for Lia, then Lucky Charms for herself.

She was about to continue down the aisle, when her cart clipped someone in the back of the ankle.

"Sorry about that."

The owner of the ankle turned around with an easy smile.

"It's all good."

Jisoo's face lit up with recognition, only for the it to practically get slapped off her face with recognition of a different variety.

Jisoo is suddenly struck with the urge to maybe punch this woman in the face, she eventually decided that probably wasn't a good look.

Jisoo assumed she can probably sense you on her too and that's not good.

She breifly wondered if they were going to have to fight in the cereal aisle of this local Whole Foods, but then the other woman just says, "Hey, Jisoo. Long time no see."

"Yeah. It's been a while, Chaeyoung."

Rosé nodded resolutely before going about her business. Trying to get away from Jisoo as quickly as possible.

Jisoo decided to too, groceries be damned.

~•~

"You know it's no fun if you don't help." You smiled, you stared at Jisoo for a minute, waiting for her to respond.

Jisoo was supposed to be helping you clean your apartment. Instead, she had just been standing near your front door for the better part of 15 minutes. When Jisoo doesn't say anything, you just go back to cleaning with a small frown.

It isn't until 15 more minutes pass, that Jisoo actually does speak. You will forever fondly remember this next part as 'My Worst Nightmare Come To Life'.

"Do I even have a chance?" Jisoo wasn't looking at you. She only stared at the ceiling. Her hands clench to fists in her jeans pockets.

"What are you talking about?" You asked softly. You slowly placed your cleaning supplies onto the sofa.

"You have Rosé Fucking Park knocking on your door, and you still give me the time of day? Why?" Jisoo's shoulders shrugged nearly to her ears. She wrestled herself off the wall, then let her eyes drift to you.

"Because I-" Your chest hurt. Your eyes stung, and your head ache. You felt like you were curling in on yourself.

This was the very thing you didn't want to happen. You were supposed to choose one of them before they found out, so you didn't lose both of them.

"I thought-I thought. I don't know what I thought, but it doesn't matter anymore." Jisoo glared, not necessarily at you. Just at life in general. She glared at the very unfortunate hand she had been dealt.

"Wait. How did-Do you know Rosé?"

Jisoo shrugged again, "We went to college together, sung in the choir. But that's irrelevant. You could have told me. I wouldn't have gotten mad or anything. Or stopped letting you see Lia. Dammit, always second place."

"Chi-Jisoo, you're not second place." You choked on a sob. You can feel it. Jisoo's pulling away from you. And you sort of feel like you're been torn in two.

"So, I'm first?" Jisoo looked back up at you slowly. A subtle hopeful look bled into your eyes.

"Jisoo, I-" You swallowed harshly.

"Yeah. It sounds like you have a choice to make." Jisoo rubbed the back of neck, then headed for the door.

"Jisoo please." You went to reach for Jisoo's hand but stopped yourself.

"I'm just going to head out." Jisoo placed her hand on the door knob. She only hesitated a few beats before shaking her head and opening it.

"Soo..." The tears are leaking from your eyes in full force now. Jisoo continued to walk out the door.

It doesn't slam shut behind her, which you appreciated.

You wondered if you should call Chaeyoung, but you don't think you could handle her not picking up. You're not even sure if you could handle Chaeyoung actually picking up either, for that matter.

What would you even say?

That you were sorry? That you didn't mean to hurt anyone?

It all seemed a little too late for that.