"Yeah, I'll call you again tomorrow, probably a little later." You spoke into the phone, leaning against the counter with a sigh.

"Okay, I love you." Sana cooed back.

You smiled, returning the sentiment before shutting your phone and sliding it into your pocket. With a relieved sigh, you untied your apron and set it down on the counter in front of you. It was unusual to close this early, but you knew why. It was time for the annual festival in Seoul, and your boss had decided to close up early so that everyone could enjoy their time. You'd always had fun going when you were a kid, though you weren't sure how much fun you'd have now. Sana wasn't with you this time around, and you couldn't get Jennie out of your mind since the last time you'd seen her, which was nearing two weeks ago.

You knew leaving her apartment would've been hard. Though, hearing about how she seemed to slightly sulk around again from Nara was harder. You left her a note on the fridge thanking her for the fun night and you hoped it was enough. It was all you were thinking about. Was it?

"Y/n?"

Suddenly, you froze. You knew that voice, of course you did. You'd recognize it anywhere. With a swift turn, your eyes nearly popped out of your eye sockets at the sight.

"Jennie?" You asked, a huge smile appearing on your face. "My mind is playing tricks on me, isn't it?"

You watched as a shy smile creeped on Jennie's face as she shook her head, approaching you slowly from the other side of the counter. Once she reached you, she let her fingers trace small patterns on the surface, the both of you watching her hands intently as neither of you knew what to even say. It was strangely calming. You'd thought a reunion like this would've called for you two jumping in joy, but that wasn't you two. You knew that. What Jennie found in you each time was peace.

Then, she spoke, softly, "How've you been?"

Your eyes looked away from her hands to gaze into hers. Her eyes were just as beautiful as always, though they seemed to sparkle as they looked at you now, the small, content smile on her face only making everything about the moment sweeter to you. Things were different, you'd felt that when you two danced.

"I've been good." You replied, doing your best to keep your voice calm. You two weren't so far apart, and if someone were to push you from behind you two would definitely collide together. "How about you? How are you even here right now?"

"Well, we don't have much going on right now. We're finalizing the last few things on my song, so I had time to myself." She shrugged.

"Oh," you nodded, "well this is a nice area. Are you here for the festival?"

There was a pause, her eyes glancing down at her hands with a lick of her lips before looking back up at you. "No, I... I came here for you, actually."

You raised your eyebrows, "Oh. Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, I just felt like since you came to where I live, it's only fair I get to see where you do too, right?"

"Right." You nodded after a moment before moving away to join her on the other side of the counter. "So, Nara tell you I work here? Or did you just have a craving for coffee at 5pm?"

Jennie chuckled lightly, smiling fondly at you. "No, actually. Rosie told me."

"Rosé?" You asked in surprise. "How does she know where I live?"

"Apparently when her and Nara planned that little meet up for us they got something to eat here together. Nara must've mentioned it to her." Jennie explained. "You're right about it being a nice area. I like it."

"Well, I can show you around more if you'd like." You suggested, your heart beating nervously. "We can go to the fair. I usually always go, but this time Sana isn't with me. Or- or we could do something else-"

"No, I'd love to go. It sounds like fun." Jennie interrupted.

"Okay," you said, grabbing the keys to lock up before heading towards the door with her, "you mind if I shower first?"

"No, not at all." Jennie shook her head, smiling at you in thanks for opening the door for her as she walked outside. You sent a nervous smile back, locking the doors before walking side by side with her to your apartment. You could feel your palms begin to sweat, and you cursed at yourself internally for not learning how to drive. Granted, the walk was probably 10 to 15 minutes tops, but that didn't matter to you.

It was different, her being where you lived. The thought of her going into your apartment making your stomach dip slightly, with both butterflies and anxiety. She was hanging out with you, but also, what if she didn't like your place? What if she judged you?

"Hey, Olgy!" Jennie called, breaking you out of your thoughts. You looked at her with raised eyebrows, to which she let out an amused chuckle. "So that's what gets your attention? I've been calling you for a whole minute now."

"Seriously?" You asked, a small chuckle slipping from your lips when she nodded. "Sorry. I guess... I just can't believe you're here."

"Why not?" Jennie asked softly.

"I don't know." You bit your lip, searching for the right thing to say. You looked to meet Jennie's eyes, staring intently at you. They were so kind, you thought. At least to you. "I was working for you, y'know. We had a strictly professional relationship, so to have you here, just for the sake of seeing me is kind of... crazy to me."

"Good crazy or bad crazy?" Jennie asked, eyes curious of the answer.

You smiled, looking back ahead of you. "I think it's definitely good, Nawtie." In the corner of your eye, you saw a shy smile appear on Jennie's face, and you thought maybe you knew the answer to your question.

So as the both of you stood in front of the door to your apartment, the breath you took wasn't as deep as it probably would've been had she not reminded you how sweet of a girl she was. But still, you turned to her to give her a disclaimer. "Just so you know, it's not super decorated, so... don't be disappointed."

Jennie shrugged, "No promises."

"Oh, well that's relieving to hear." You playfully rolled your eyes before opening the door, those same eyes quickly looking back at her to gauge her reaction. "So?"

"Oh, y/n, I don't know..." She started, "I don't know if I can come here again."

"What?" You asked. "Is it that bad? I mean, I just haven't thought about getting to it. Give me a day and this'll be a whole new place-"

"I'm kidding, y/n." Jennie laughed, her smile getting bigger as you let out a relieved sigh. "It's nice. I like it. Though, maybe we could... go together to get some decorations someday."

Your heart skipped a beat. "O-oh, yeah, of course. I'll take you up on that."

And after that, you'd gone to take a shower. You hadn't taken long. You didn't want to keep Jennie waiting. She'd traveled the few hours to get to you, and the sun wouldn't be up for much longer, so you finished in record time, your hair still slightly dripping when you went to meet her in the living room.

She was in the kitchen, however, staring at a small magnet on your fridge. It was a little airplane, something Si-Young had given you a few weeks back from the airport after another trip she'd taken for her work. It was the only thing on there, save for a little list of groceries you still had yet to buy.

"You can have it if you want it." You suggested, Jennie jumping slightly at your presence. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay, you know I get scared easily." She shook her head before pointing to the magnet. "Where'd you get it from?"

"A friend." You nodded. "She travels a lot, kind of like you."

"Oh, a new friend?" She asked, a certain glint in her eyes you weren't sure of.

"Yeah, I met her when I first came here." You explained.

For some reason you couldn't put your finger on, you'd thought the subject matter had already become something Jennie didn't want to explore further, and you'd directed the attention back to the magnet. "Is there somewhere you're looking forward to going?"

Jennie pursed her lips, her head tilting as she thought about the question. "I hope I get to go to Paris."

"Right, of course. You've always wanted to." You agreed, deciding to take this opportunity to near the door. Having been waiting for you, she naturally followed. You grabbed your jacket, looking towards her with an excited smile. "But for now, how about the fair?"

She'd rolled her eyes at your segue, but nonetheless, she nodded excitedly, the both of you walking out the front door.

And the second you stepped through the entrance, Jennie at your side, you felt like a kid again. How long had it been since you'd gone to one? You hadn't stuck around long enough to see it pop up again, though you always remembered what time it would. It wasn't the exact same, save for their classic games and rides that would stay there forever: the ferris wheel, the ring toss, the high striker. There were much newer rides that were probably more thrilling. Though as you looked next to you, you found there was nothing more thrilling than seeing the pure excitement on Jennie's face.

"How have I never been here?" Jennie asked, almost breathless.

You let out a laugh, "Honestly, I don't know. Are you sure you didn't live in another version of Seoul?"

"I may have." Jennie chuckled, beginning to walk further in. There were multiple stands and mini games across the grass field, some with longer lines than others. You'd noticed they'd added pretty lights to hang over the whole thing, illuminating the space and giving it a magical feel. "So, what's our first activity?"

You raised an eyebrow curiously, "Don't you know how these things work? We need to get tickets first."

"Oh, right," she mumbled shyly, "I was just excited."

You shook your head at her, though as you took a place in the line for the tickets, you felt your heart burst at the statement. It hadn't been long at all since Nara had asked you for help regarding Jennie. She'd said they hadn't known what to do, and the dull girl you saw when you first saw her enter her apartment mirrored that. But the girl behind you, looking around with a bright smile on her face, wasn't her at all. And you were in disbelief that even part of that change was because of you.

Once you'd gotten the tickets, Jennie had practically ripped them from your hands, whispering at you eagerly to come on as if she were on a spy mission (despite the hundreds of people around her). Of course, there was no resisting that, and you'd jogged to keep up with her as she neared her first choice. A competitive cow racing game.

"Wow, the night's feeling very friendly already." You joked, taking your seat next to her.

A giggle slipped from Jennie's lips, "We have the rest of the night to be friendly, y/n."

You scoffed in response, if not only because you couldn't really say anything else to that. You knew she didn't mean it like that, but... you just hoped that she didn't notice the way you looked anywhere but her before the game finally started.

And when it did, you were extremely surprised by how good Jennie was. Your eyes widened at how her cardboard cow almost immediately jumped ahead of everyone else's cardboard cow, while yours barely moved at all since every time you threw the ball it would slide down and fall into the holes labeled 'walk'.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" You asked, glancing at her for a quick second.

"Can't talk!" She exclaimed, eyes locked in on her cow, which was leading by a mile.

"I'm pretty sure you're fine." You muttered. Your cow wasn't going anywhere. How did you have such horrible luck?

Just as Jennie's cow reached the finish line and you just about gave up on all hope, you were suddenly pushed back as a certain girl reached over in front of you and grabbed the ball. You watched in amazement as with every throw she landed in a good hole, getting your cow easily to the finish line and finishing in third place.

That same amazement was held in her eyes as she was handed her prize, a small stuffed cow with a bow on its head. Yours was significantly lesser, simply being a pin with a cartoon cow on it congratulating you for placing top three, but that didn't matter. To you, your prize was the smile that Jennie gave you as she showed you the toy, and how when you asked her why she helped you win, she had simply stated that "wherever I go, you go too."

You felt your heart flutter as you wished it was true, and you thought maybe that was her wishing out loud.

You prepared yourself for your next activity as she walked around, cow held tightly against her chest like it was the most valuable thing in the world. You admired her childlike enjoyment for such simple things, and you wondered how anybody ever saw her as cold and cruel.

"Y/n, look." Jennie pointed, eyes wide with enthusiasm, though her voice stayed calm. Your eyes followed her finger, landing on a little area filled with kids and their parents, couples, and friends all sitting around and painting little figures. "Is that a painting contest?"

"I'm not sure," you hummed, "why don't we find out?"

"I think that's a great idea." Jennie nodded, not sparing another glance at you as she walked straight ahead. Once you had caught up to her, you were immediately met with four boxes filled with pottery.

"Right, those definitely go together." You mumbled to yourself, though Jennie seemed to have heard it as she giggled softly. You smiled at the sound.

"What do you wanna paint?" She asked you, fingers running over each of the labels. Before you could reply though, she spoke again. "I was thinking a mug, since we can use it to drink stuff."

You chuckled at the interruption, shaking your head. "I think that's a great idea, Nawtie."

Jennie rolled her eyes at the nickname, moving her cow between her arm and her side as she grabbed two mugs for you and her.

"Great." She smiled, handing you one. You inspected it closely. You were somewhat of a germ freak when it came to things that would come in contact with your mouth. You didn't have time to inspect it for much longer though as Jennie was calling out to you from a table. "Y/n, hurry up! It's a competition!"

It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you followed anyway, taking your seat across from her. There were paintbrushes and paint pallets already set for you, so all you had to do was get to work. Which, you found, Jennie wasted no time in doing, already picking up the brush and dipping it into the light blue color.

Noticing your staring, Jennie quickly covered her mug with one of her hands with narrowed eyes. "Are you peeking?"

You sent a puzzled expression her way, "I can't look at your mug?"

"No, of course not. I told you it's a competition." She rolled her eyes, already getting back to work by the end of her sentence. Her voice dropped lower as she continued to speak to herself, mumbling things about you not listening and how you'd copy her.

You kept your laugh in as you picked up your own paintbrush, though your hand stilled mid air. What would you draw? It couldn't be just anything. Jennie had made it clear there would be a winner, and while you weren't the most artistic, adding meaning to your soon-to-be masterpiece wouldn't hurt.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head. A small gasp left your mouth, causing Jennie to look up at you suspiciously. "What?"

"What?" You asked back, a confident smile on your face. "No peeking, Jennie."

"Why'd you gasp? And I wasn't peeking."

"Oh, no reason. I just figured out how to win this competition, that's all." You shrugged.

Jennie scoffed in response, "Oh, okay. Sure, Olgy."

"Shouldn't you get back to work?"

"You have nothing on your mug!"

"Exactly, I need peace and quiet to work." You stated factually, and Jennie rolled her eyes at you for what felt like the hundredth time before getting back to her mug. Your eyes stayed glued to the small smile that seemed to stick on her face for a few seconds longer before doing the same.

Little did you know how much focus painting would require. You and Jennie hadn't said a single word to each other as you brushed tiny strokes into your art pieces, only finally speaking when it was time for the reveal, coming about 20 minutes later. The sky was a little darker, you noticed.

"Okay, I'll show mine first." Jennie announced. You agreed with her with an enthusiastic nod, and with a proud smile, she presented the mug in front of you.

Your eyes took in the sight before you. The background faded from a light blue, to a lilac, to finally a burgundy. In front of it were... what exactly was it you were staring at?

"Are those drumsticks?" You asked, genuinely confused.

"What? No!" She exclaimed, "They're lanterns! Like in Tangled!"

The genuine offense in her eyes made you panic as you stumbled over your words to try and pass it off. "I-I was just joking. Y'know, obviously, I knew that! Anybody could tell just by looking that those were drums- I mean lanterns!"

Jennie glared at you, huffing as she set her mug down on the wooden table. "Just show me yours, y/n."

"Yes, okay." You obliged with a nervous chuckle, sliding yours into the light for her to see. Your heart seemed to beat a little louder as you watched her face for a reaction, but you were sure it stopped when she gasped loudly, the smile on her face saying she was pleasantly surprised.

On your mug was a starry sky, some bushes, some badly painted stick people, and the main attraction? The Eiffel tower, right down the middle.

Jennie picked it up and held it close to her face as she looked at it in detail, "Y/n, this is so cute!"

"Thank you, thank you." You bowed, attempting to look cool even though you were bursting in excitement that she liked what you did. After all, it was for her. She'd mentioned Paris, so you knew you had to do it. "So... does this mean I win?"

Jennie sighed happily, "I hate to say it, but yes it does." Then with a shy look, she asked you a question. "Can I keep it?"

"Keep it?" You asked. You'd made it for her, so you weren't sure why the thought of giving it to her never passed your mind, but you eagerly nodded. "Of course you can."

"Yay, thanks!"

"But only," you continued, catching her attention, "if I get to keep that beautiful mug right there."

Her eyes shifted between you and her painted mug before narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously, "Are you joking?" You shook your head in response, earning a genuine smile as she slid it over to you. "Free of charge."

"Well, it was an exchange, but thank you anyways."

"No need to rehash the details." Jennie shrugged, standing up from her seat. You followed suit, eyes watching her hand as she placed your mug on the head of her cow. "Okay, I think I have enough prizes. We have to get you one too."

You tilted your head with a smile, "Is this the same Jennie I worked with?"

Jennie glared at you, and you mumbled a sorry before following the determined girl to her next endeavor, The High Striker. She'd handed you her possessions before claiming she would win the biggest prize for you and picking up the hammer.