Lisa's POV

When I wake in the morning, I'm more than happy to find Jennie still in bed next to me. I don't know, a part me of kind of expected her to sneak out in the middle of the night. I was afraid I'd wake up to an apology text and find an empty space next to me, even though she said she'd stay. And yet, here she is, cuddled up next to me, staring with bright eyes as if she were waiting for me to awaken. I smile sleepily when I see her and she smiles back at me, her eyes lighting up admirably.

The position we've found ourselves in feels so natural, so right. I want to propose that we stay like this for the rest of the day, but I don't want to push my luck. Jennie probably has things to do, anyway. Instead of sulking in what cannot be, I decide to relish this moment, as it won't last much longer. We lay solemnly in each other's presence, thankfully, for what seems like hours.

The position we've found ourselves in feels so natural, so right. I want to propose that we stay like this for the rest of the day, but I don't want to push my luck. Jennie probably has things to do, anyway. Instead of sulking in what cannot be, I decide to relish this moment, as it won't last much longer. We lay solemnly in each other's presence, thankfully, for what seems like hours.

Jennie's POV

Last night was incredible. We occupied the bathtub, sharing sweet kisses until the water became cool. Upon vacating it, I couldn't keep my hands off of Lisa. From the moment our feet hit the dry tiled floor, I had my arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her with every opportunity I could. I could see in her eyes, she's drowning in this state of perpetual euphoria, she couldn't mask her grin and giggled for most the night. She offered her pajamas to sleep, both of us still standing nude in the bathroom, and I objected at first because I preferred we stayed this way, in our natural forms. She, however, preferred to avoid any awkwardness the coming morning and insisted me to borrow some of her clothes. I relented easily, following her into the bedroom where we changed. When we were finally in the appropriate attire, both of us sunk into her bed and burrowed under the covers. The sweetest thing happened then. I became noticeably nervous when I asked if we could cuddle. She giggled in response, curling up into her warm body, undeterred. She stroked by back tenderly until we both drifted into sleep.

This morning, however, we woke up in opposing positions. She was cuddledinto me and I didn't mind it at all. I just loved being close to her. I boldlyleaned down, tilting her chin up to me and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She looked surprised at first, hereyebrows creasing in confusion, but her features quickly softened when I did itagain, lingering this time. When I pulled away smiling, she switched positionbeside me so that she was now on her stomach, resting her weight on her elbowsbeneath her. I started to drift into my thoughts and wished we could stay like thisforever. I am obviously head over hills for her but I know that I can't notget attach with her not with the work that I have. I was snapped out of my thoughts when she suddenlyasked.

"When will I get to see you again?" She asks longingly

"You're seeing me right now," I tease, turning on my side to face her

She smiles, directing her attentions down to her hands. "You look beautiful in the morning," She shares diffidently.

"Just in the morning?" I play, raising my eyebrows questionably. I get her to laugh and am immediately in love with the sound.

"You look beautiful all of the time, but especially in the morning," She corrects, turning onto her back. And damn I instantly knew that this girl is smooth. She's getting comfortable. I look over to the clock on my bedside table and exhaled heavily. "I have to be at the office in an hour," I complained, meeting her gaze.

She frowns at the news. "I guess, we should probably get up and moving," she offered reluctantly.

Lisa was about to get up when, she turns into me again, snuggling her body against mine and I let out a warm laugh. "Just a few more minutes," I whispered into her neck.

Lisa's POV

"Jennie..." I start hesitantly, not wanting to cross any invisible that might be drawn. She hums in response, signaling me to continue.

"What are you other clients like?" Just as is comes out, I regret asking. This isn't right. There's obviously some confidentiality agreement she is bound to. And it's none of my business, anyway. Still, I can't help but wonder what her job is like outside of helping me.

To my surprise, she doesn't stir at my question.

"Not like you," She says simply. "Why do you ask?" She wonders, keeping her head easily against my chest.

"I don't know," I lied. I know exactly why I'm so curious.

"I just wonder sometimes... What type of people you interact with and what you talk about you're... Fascinating," I divulge.

At this, she sits up in place and stares down at me curiously. She doesn't look mad, just confused as to why I'm prodding so much.

"You know, Lisa... I'm really not supposed to talk about those kinds of things with you, or anybody, for that matter," She says lightly, not wanting to say it in a way that would hurt my feelings.

"Oh, I know- I just... I was just thinking out loud, I guess." I can feel how uncomfortable the room is getting now as the silence sits between us.

As if she, too, is sensing it, she leans down and plants a kiss on my lips, breaking the tension with ease. I smile at her effort as she dismounts the bed.

"I'm going to use your bathroom," She informs me, sauntering off.

I really wish we could talk more about her job. I don't want to seem like some crazy, jealous girlfriend. I haven't even been given the title! We aren't anything, as far as I know, besides... Friends? Booty calls? What are we? This whole thing is impotently confusing. We have yet to establish any sort of title and I'm here worrying over what other responsibilities her job title entails. Surely she's not hooking up with her other clients, right? The simple thought of her even discussing sex with her other clients makes me uncomfortable.

I think back to the night when I first met with her. She made me feel so comfortable, yet so uneasy at the same time. She kissed in the first five minutes of our session. She didn't even think twice of it. I remember her joining me on the couch and trailing her hand along my thigh, so easily. As if she thought nothing of it. At the time, I thought nothing of it, either. I thought it was a part of her job... I thought kissing me was a part of her job. I thought touching me that night was a part of her job. My heart breaks in this instance. What makes me different from all of her other clients? Something surely...

I see a head peak in my door. "How do you not look like dalgom, right now?" Jisoo unnie questions, taking in my rested features. Hers, on the other hand, were rough. She looked, accurately so, like she had crashed after a night of one-too-many drinks.

"I slept well and I didn't drink half a gallon of Vodka," I retorted, watching her face fall in shame.

She looks as though she's about to retreat back into the living room when she hears the toilet flush from my adjoined bathroom. She nods to the door, silently asking who the disturbance was from.

"Jennie showed up last night after you guys passed out," I tell her. I see her eyebrows raise questionably. "What?" I ask her.

"Nothing..." She says, shaking her head. "Didn't know they held sessions that late at night."

"It wasn't a session," I counter, almost angrily. After having witnessed Jisoo unnie speak about her disapproval of our 'relationship' yesterday afternoon, it upset me to find that she wasn't joking. She had asked yesterday if I knew that wasn't 'actually supposed to sleep with' my sex therapist and I figured she was screwing with me, I shook it off.

"Whatever you say, Lisa," She shrugs, listening in the bathroom as the sink continues running. She lowers her voice.

"I just think it's a little unlikely that you're the only one she's sleeping with. It is her job, after all."

"It is not her job to sleep with people, Unnie! You're seriously being ridiculous right now," I snap at her, keeping my voice low so as not to let Jennie hear us.

"Did she tell you that?" She asks inquisitively.

I stop for a moment. Jennie has never confirmed my suspicions to be false. I've never asked.

"No..." I respond, my gaze wavering away from Jisoo unnie.

She gives me a sympathetic look before Jennie finally finishes in the bathroom. She notices Jisoo's presence and offers her an awkward wave, having only met her once. Unnie waves back, still unconvinced that I'm not being played.

You two have fun..." She jests, turning to leave.

"I'm gonna see if I can wake Chaeyoung up without getting hit."

"It was nice seeing you again, Jisoo," Jennie waves and listens as Jisoo Unnie offers a polite "You, too!" from down the hallway

Jennie looks over to me, noticing my troubled expression after that conversation. She takes a seat on the bed beside me and it is then I notice that she has changed back into her clothes from last night. She's getting ready to leave.

"What's the matter?" She asks kindly, resting a hand on my knee as I am now sitting up, criss-cross and out from under the blanket.

"It's nothing," I assure her. "Unnie is just being absurd."

"Does she not like me?" Jennie asks timidly, a hint of sadness in her expression.

I put my hand atop hers where it rests on my knee.

"She likes you fine," I assure her. "She just... She doesn't think you have the best intentions."

"What do you mean?" She queries, peering into my eyes searchingly.

I didn't want to admit it to her. I didn't want her to think that my suspicions were the same as Jisoo unnie, even though they kind of were. I didn't want to lie to her, either. I squeezed her hand a little tighter.

"It's stupid," I settle for. "It doesn't even matter to me." I choke out with as much confidence in my words as I can manage.

"What doesn't matter to you?" She pleads further, slipping her hand out of my grip unsurely.

"That you might..." I stop. Nothing good can come from this accusation. Especially since it isn't confirmed to be true. Especially since we're not even an item.

"She thinks that you sleep with your other clients." I choke out.

Jennie gaze falters to the floor as she stands up.

"And it wouldn't matter to you if I did?" She prods.

I shake my head uncertainly.

"I- I don't know...It's not like we..." I can't seem to land on a proper sentence that won't completely crush her.

"We're not a couple or anything, right?"

She smiles to herself, keeping her gaze on the floor. The smile is a disturbing one. The corners of her mouth curl up as if she is completely indifferent to the topic at hand. I can't really decipher it's meaning, but it doesn't look to assuring.

"Right," She answers, clasping her hands together in front of her. "This is strictly professional."

I want to break down right then and there. I make a move to get up from the bed, but she stops me, gesturing for me to stay with her hand. After what happened last night, she has to be joking, right? She wasn't seriously trying to tell me that last night didn't mean anything to her... Was she?

"Jennie, I-"

"It's okay, Lisa... We don't have to talk about it anymore," She says, her tone lightening. Either she's really good at hiding her feelings or she's actually telling the truth. Maybe last night wasn't as special as I'd thought it was. Maybe it all a part of my fucking therapy.

What a joke. What a fucking joke.

I try to contain myself as all I can think to do is cry right now. But, why am I so upset with her? Or am I actually upset with myself for allowing her to fool me? I don't know. I just know that this is somehow my fault. Our relationship was initially based on business... I came to her for help. She helped me. We never established our relationship as anything more because it never was anything more. I can't be mad at her for doing her job... I just wish that she would've warned me during my first session that I might develop feelings for her, that way I didn't end up looking like an idiot in the end. Like I do, now.

"Yeah," I respond imperviously. "See you then."

With that, she offers a kind smile and leaves. Chae and Jisoo are still here as I faintly hear Jennie tell them goodbye before the front door shuts. I will myself not to break down into tears, but it seems like the only logical response at this point. I feel a single, hot tear spill over my eyelid and slide down my cheek with ease and I quickly wipe it away. I can't let her get the best of me. I have to suck it up so I can show her how okay I am with our 'strictly professional' relationship. I sniffle back the impending tears and wipe at my eyes again, hopping off of the bed and retreating into the living room with Chae and Jisoo unnie.

They've obviously been talking about me as I see the smug looks on either of their faces. I walk into the seating area and plop down on the sofa next to Chaeyoung. She looks just as bad as Jisoo unnie does, evidence of last night still very pungent on her person. They're both staring longingly at me, waiting for me to spill about last night. Fuck. I remember telling Unnie no more than ten minutes ago that last night wasn't some session.

I defended Jennie to her and she was probably right all the while. Jennie never did deny to sleeping with her other clients, after all.

"I'm not telling you guys about last night," I say with finality in my voice.

"Oh, come on!" Chae pleads, nudging my shoulder playfully. "We wanna know!"

"You wanna know, Chaeyoung... Not me," Jisoo intercedes, her tone harsh.

I glare at her, still partly upset that she may have been right about Jennie.

"Seriously, Jisoo unnie? I think they're cute together and I want to know every juicy detail," She winks at me, nudging my side again.

"Chaeyoung, you're forgetting that they're not a real couple," Jisoo starts, poking at my patience as she continues. "This whole thing is a part of Lisa's therapy. It's not real," She says.

"Can we please change the subject? Something that doesn't involve sex, preferably," I interrupt, doing all I can not to lunge at Jisoo right now. I get that she's making sense, but it hurts hearing the truth. It hurts that that is the truth.

"Gladly," She responds, smiling at a distraught Chaeyoung. At least someone believed in us... "When do you have to be at work, Li-"

"So, when are you seeing Jennie again?!" Chaeyoung interrupts excitedly, emphasizing her name as her eyebrows bounce up at down.

"That's it. I'm out," Jisoo unnie objects, standing up to leave. I've never seen her be so adamant about something before. It's almost as if she's mad at me for this whole situation. She probably thinks I'm an idiot for letting this thing with Jennie continue.

"Well, bye, Miss Negative!" Chae jokes, watching an amused Jisoo exit my apartment.

"Call me when you wise up, Lisa," She says flatly before shutting my front door. Okay, that was a little uncalled for...My feelings are almost hurt. If she weren't being such a bitch today, I may have actually cared.

"Okay, what is her problem?" Chae questions, looking at me searchingly."She was fine yesterday, wasn't she?"

I shrug, because I genuinely don't know why she's acting this way. It's not like she knows what Jennie and I talked about before she left. She just assumes that she's right about my situation because she assumes she's right about everything.

"She's not too keen on Jennie," I reply simply, because that's about the most of my knowledge. "Why?" Chae continued questioning. "Jennie seemed nice..."

"It's not that," I tell her honestly. "Jisoo seems to think Jennie is playing me."

"Playing you, how?" She asks.

"She thinks Jennie is having sex with all of her clients. I'm no exception..." I blurt out and Chaeyoung's face falls.

She seems genuinely upset that that may be a possibility, but she doesn't seem to believe it.

"I don't recall any sex therapist I've ever met having movie night and popcorn with her client's friends. Who does that? Jennie is obviously, like, in love with you or something." I laugh. Her words are positive and refreshing. A perfect contrast to this, so far, negative day.

Chae notices that I've lightened up but am still not one-hundred percent convinced by her words.

"Hey," She starts. "Don't let Unnie bring you down. She's just being bitter, all right? I don't know Jennie too well but I know that you're getting special treatment. You're not just some client to her, all right, Lisa? Trust me."

I nod at her, a bright smile gracing my lips as she pulls me into a hug. I think it's time I broke the news to her. After the conversation I had with Jennie before she left, things were a little less than ideal.

"Chae..." I start nervously, not wanting to break her spirits after that encouraging spiel.

"When Jennie left this morning... She kind of told that me we were just professional. I told her about what Mani had said and I think she thinks that I think that about her... If that makes sense. I mean, I basically accused her of it and she looked hurt at first, but then her demeanor totally changed."

Her smile dropped again as she shook her head disapprovingly. "You really let Jisoo unnie ruin that for you?" She questioned, looking at me as if I were stupid. "Lisa, she probably only said that because she thought that's what you wanted."

"Maybe," I think. "But what if she actually feels that way? How stupid would I look if I kept seeing her?"

You'd look pretty damn stupid, but you won't know until you ask." Funny. I don't remember unnie ever being this insightful.

"When are you supposed to see her next?"

"Saturday," I tell her, dreading the day to come.

"Okay," She says, standing. "I say you go over there in the sexiest get up you got and tell her you love her.

I smile. I really love this side of Chaeyoung. "I don't love her... And I'm not showing up in lingerie, because what if she rejects me?"

"Who's gonna reject you when you're wearing lingerie?" She asks curiously, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I shrug and begin to think about what I'll say to this coming Saturday.

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A;N: Who doesn't love an update right? I think this deserve a comeback too! Y'all if someone still reads this I will try my best to continue to this Fic! 😊 Please comment for suggestions.