Chapter 88

NINI’S RANDOM QUESTION (MINI SERIES)

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Five days later, Lisa had developed a new skill.

Not patience.

Survival instincts.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed this time, half scrolling through her phone, half pretending she wasn’t waiting for whatever Jennie was about to say next. The apartment was warm, quiet, and dangerously normal.

Jennie walked in.

And stopped.

Lisa didn’t even look up. “If this is another philosophical crisis about becoming an object or an animal, I’m filing a complaint with your imagination.”

Jennie didn’t answer.

Lisa slowly lifted her eyes.

Jennie was standing in front of her.

Wearing a two-piece outfit.

Red in one hand.

Black in the other.

Very calm.

Very serious.

Very dangerous.

Lisa blinked once.

“…Oh no,” Lisa said immediately.

Jennie tilted her head slightly. “Which one do you like?”

Lisa leaned back slowly like she was physically trying to create emotional distance from the situation. “Okay. First of all. Why are you asking me like this?”

Jennie glanced down at the outfits. “I’m fitting in front of you.”

Lisa pointed at her. “Exactly. That’s the problem.”

Jennie waited.

Lisa exhaled. “You’re standing there like I’m about to choose a wedding dress that determines the fate of the universe.”

Jennie: “It’s just color.”

Lisa squinted. “It is never ‘just color’ when you’re involved.”

Jennie didn’t move. Just waited patiently.

Lisa rubbed her face. “Red is… loud.”

Jennie nodded slightly.

Lisa continued, “Black is… dangerous.”

Jennie nodded again.

Lisa looked at her fully now, trying very hard to focus on clothes and not the fact that Jennie was casually standing there like that.

“…Why do I feel like I’m being tested again?” Lisa muttered.

Jennie stepped slightly closer. “I just want your opinion.”

Lisa pointed at both outfits. “My opinion is that both of those should come with a warning label when worn by you.”

Jennie blinked. “Which one?”

Lisa groaned. “That’s not helping me.”

Jennie waited.

Lisa looked at red.

Then black.

Then back at Jennie.

Then sighed deeply like she was accepting fate.

“Red,” Lisa said finally.

Jennie tilted her head. “Why?”

Lisa leaned forward, elbows on knees. “Because black on you looks like trouble I don’t have energy to deal with today.”

Jennie nodded slowly. “So red?”

Lisa pointed at her. “Red looks like trouble I can barely survive.”

Jennie paused.

Then a small smile appeared.

Lisa noticed immediately. “Don’t smile like that. I feel like I just failed a test I didn’t study for.”

Jennie stepped closer, still holding both outfits. “So you like red.”

Lisa sighed again. “I like you in red.”

Jennie went still for a moment.

The teasing energy in the room softened immediately.

Lisa, realizing what she said, cleared her throat. “I mean—don’t twist that. I meant it normally. Like a normal person. A very tired normal person.”

Jennie hummed softly.

Then, very calmly, she said, “You always pick.”

Lisa blinked. “Pick what?”

Jennie leaned slightly closer. “Me.”

That made Lisa pause.

Not in confusion.

In realization.

Jennie continued softly, “Even when I ask weird questions. Even when I’m a mosquito. Or a mandu. Or if I have a twin.”

Lisa let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head.

“You’re still on that?” Lisa said.

Jennie nodded once.

Lisa stood up slowly now, closing the space between them. She gently reached out and adjusted the red fabric in Jennie’s hand.

“Yeah,” Lisa said softly. “I pick you.”

Jennie’s expression softened.

Lisa added, lightly tapping her forehead, “And for the record, I didn’t ‘pick’ red. I picked the version of you that looks at me like I’m about to fail another emotional exam.”

Jennie smiled properly this time.

Lisa stepped back a little, pointing between the two outfits again. “But for future reference? If you ever do this again, I’m choosing black just to ruin your psychological pattern.”

Jennie: “You won’t.”

Lisa smirked. “Try me.”

Jennie laughed quietly, finally setting the black one aside.

Then she leaned in and hugged Lisa without warning.

Lisa froze for half a second.

Then sighed, arms wrapping around her automatically.

“…You’re lucky you’re cute,” Lisa muttered.

Jennie, muffled against her shoulder: “You said red.”

Lisa: “I regret everything.”