While the group was bickering over 'room sharing', Jennie leaned against the counter as you sat on your suitcase beside her, playing with the seashell bracelet around Jennie’s wrist, in your own little world.

“I don’t really mind who I room with,” Jennie said, glancing at you with soft eyes.

“We could… share?” Jennie offered and making the room go quiet.

You two didn’t end up sharing a room.

As you sleeplessly watched the waves from the balcony, your phone dinged above the sound of the waves.

Jennie: "Sleeping?"

Jennie’s text pops up at 1:47 a.m.

Jennie: "I can’t. The room’s too quiet.”

Jennie: "Can I come over? Just to talk."

Jennie: “…Please.”