Chapter 16

Jennie Kim was terrifying in court.

Not in the loud, dramatic, slam-your-hand-on-the-table kind of way—but in the quiet, composed, razor-sharp way that made seasoned attorneys second-guess their own arguments halfway through speaking. Her voice never rose, her expressions barely shifted, and yet she dismantled opposition like it was a casual hobby.

Lisa learned that the hard way.

Not in a courtroom.

But in their living room.

“Babe,” Lisa said, standing in front of their closet with two shirts held up, brows furrowed like she was solving a national crisis. “This one looks blue, right?”

Jennie didn’t even look up from her laptop. “It’s teal.”

Lisa turned slowly. “It’s blue.”

Jennie lifted her gaze, eyes calm but already victorious. “It’s teal.”

“It’s literally blue.”

“It’s not.”

Lisa narrowed her eyes, walking closer, holding the shirt up to Jennie’s face like evidence in court. “Look at it. That’s blue.”

Jennie closed her laptop with a soft click—the kind that made Lisa instinctively nervous.

“Oh, we’re doing this?” Jennie asked, voice dangerously gentle.

Lisa swallowed. “Yes.”

Jennie stood up, smoothing out her blazer even though she was at home. Lisa didn’t miss the shift. That was courtroom Jennie. The one that never lost.

“Define blue,” Jennie said.

Lisa blinked. “What?”

“Define blue,” Jennie repeated.

“It’s—blue!” Lisa said helplessly.

Jennie raised a brow. “That’s not a definition.”

Lisa opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “It’s… like the sky?”

Jennie tilted her head. “Which sky? Morning? Noon? Sunset? Storm?”

Lisa froze.

Jennie stepped closer, gently taking the shirt from her hands. “Now, teal is a mixture of blue and green,” she continued smoothly. “Which this clearly is, considering the undertone.”

Lisa stared at her. “Undertone?!”

Jennie gave her a small, almost smug smile. “Would you like me to bring out a color wheel?”

Lisa dropped onto the bed dramatically. “This is bullying.”

“This is accuracy,” Jennie corrected, walking back to the closet and hanging the shirt properly.

Lisa groaned into a pillow. “I hate arguing with you.”

Jennie chuckled softly, crawling onto the bed beside her and poking her cheek. “No, you don’t.”

Lisa peeked up, pouting. “I never win.”

Jennie leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “That’s because you argue with a lawyer.”

“That’s unfair,” Lisa mumbled.

Jennie hummed. “You knew what you signed up for.”

Lisa turned to face her, eyes narrowing playfully. “Okay. New argument.”

Jennie raised a brow. “Oh?”

Lisa smirked. “You love me more than I love you.”

Jennie didn’t even hesitate. “Incorrect.”

Lisa gasped. “See?! You didn’t even think about it!”

Jennie crossed her arms, already in debate mode. “Because it’s objectively false.”

Lisa sat up. “Prove it.”

Jennie leaned forward slightly, eyes locking with hers. “I wake up earlier than you just to make sure your coffee is ready.”

Lisa opened her mouth—

“I let you steal the blanket every single night,” Jennie continued.

Lisa faltered.

“I watch your favorite shows even when I don’t like them.”

Lisa blinked.

“And,” Jennie added softly, voice lowering just a little, “I let you win when it actually matters.”

Lisa froze.

“That’s not—” she started weakly.

Jennie tilted her head. “Not what?”

“That’s not… fair.”

Jennie smiled, soft this time, no trace of courtroom intimidation left. “Exactly.”

Lisa stared at her for a long moment, then flopped back onto the bed again. “I lost again.”

Jennie laughed, lying down beside her and pulling her into her arms. “You always say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Lisa buried her face into Jennie’s shoulder, mumbling, “Because I want to win at least once.”

Jennie ran her fingers through Lisa’s hair, gentle and soothing. “You do win.”

Lisa peeked up. “When?”

Jennie pressed a kiss to her lips, slow and warm and full of everything she never needed to argue about.

“Every day,” she whispered.

Lisa blinked, cheeks flushing slightly. “That doesn’t count.”

Jennie smiled. “It does.”

Lisa squinted at her. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Winning without even arguing properly.”

Jennie laughed softly, pulling her closer. “That’s because I don’t need to argue with you.”

Lisa huffed, but she melted into her anyway. “I’m banning you from debates.”

Jennie gasped dramatically. “That’s unconstitutional.”

Lisa snorted. “This is a relationship, not a courtroom.”

Jennie kissed her forehead. “Same rules apply.”

Lisa groaned. “I’m doomed.”

Jennie smiled against her hair. “You’re loved.”

Lisa paused.

Then she smiled too.

“Okay,” she admitted softly, wrapping her arms around Jennie tighter. “I guess losing isn’t that bad.”

Jennie smirked just a little. “It never is.”

“…It’s still blue though,” Lisa mumbled.

Jennie sighed. “Lisa—”

“BLUE.”