It's not like Jessica is obsessed with her wife. She was not. If you asked Jung, she would probably say that she wasn't even jealous of Tiffany. She'd gotten used over the years to seeing her girlfriend skinned heavily with her members — who had encouraged her with other members after her departure — and that was normal; after all, she also had her moments. So she was not jealous of her wife. Not a little bit.  She just felt careful. And felt insecure. So once she saw the images her wife had just posted on Instagram, she could only swallow and bite her lip next. Tiffany was far away, had gone to her recording of the MNET show, probably found those pictures cute enough to be able to. And far from Jessica thinking of berating her wife: Hwang looked beautiful. And she loved her very much. But in that photo it had made her stomach turn. And she sighed trying to contain herself. He wouldn't complain to her wife or anyone else, she promised herself. She would keep it inside her until it stopped itching: her jealousy was like a long itch under her skin, enough to make her feel uncomfortable and make her think there was something else. It was okay, she had to think.

 

wifey: jessii ill get home earlier probably would you like to get a late brunch?

 

sica: im busy call someone else   wifey: 🥺🥺🥺 whyyy ? ur my wifey w i f e e e y ur the one who i shoult take to brunch   sica: the w-i-f-e-y ur too embarrassed to show lol im not in that mood, right? I will see you at home. Jessica sighed at her own answer. Was she being rude on purpose? She didn't know how to answer. She had to admit that jealousy was corrupting her, making her feel bad and sad. She really wanted her wife to be able to post pictures of their dinners on Instagram, she wanted them to have the freedom that Tiffany had with any other member of SNSD. She wanted too much, she thought. And wanting too much was something they couldn't have. The young businesswoman sighed again and pulled her cell phone back, calling her secretary and asking her to send her all the appointments for the day. She wanted to get ahead of herself as quickly as possible and go home, curl up in her bed, and eat at least two bowls of ice cream to ease her sadness. She ran a hand over her stomach and sighed. “I'm sure this is your fault, little guy. ”Jung muttered to herself, even though she knew the fetus in her womb could also hear her. She could always blame the pregnancy hormones if her wife commented on her jealousy. After all, in the first three months pregnancy women were more susceptible to mood swings. Maybe that was why it made her feel so bad about simple pictures.     Jessica finished her appointments twice early, and left the Blanc&Eclare office before two in the afternoon. She needed fresh air, so she stopped by an ice cream parlor and bought ice cream as she ventured out to face the Han River. She was going home soon and knew her wife would be there, waiting for her to debate what had happened. Even though she wanted it, she still felt the pain. She cursed the hormones over and over in her head and mumbled under her breath a few times as she made her way home after a quick stop in Yongnam-do to buy two bowls of ice cream. Her patience was below the limit as she hadn't found her favorite flavor in the supermarket and had been forced to buy strawberry ice cream, Tiffany's favorite. "Jesus, have you become the ice cream monster?" Her wife's voice as she entered the room. Tiffany still had makeup on, but she was wearing a workout outfit and was lying on the couch fiddling with her cell phone. Jessica succinctly ignored her and walked into the kitchen, putting away the jar of strawberry ice cream and taking the other one, chocolate one, for herself. She sighed as she reached for a spoon, wanting to grab a glass of wine and stuff her face until she passed out. To her chagrin, however, her wife followed and sat down across from her, making them look face to face. Jung sighed, rolling her eyes not so discreetly, before pulling her cell phone out of her pocket and texting her friends. She knew Mirim was planning to go out to dinner and intended to infiltrate it. For several minutes, she continued talking to her friends and eating ice cream. It looked like her wife was literally not in front of her. She wanted to be able to ignore the lost puppy looks Hwang was giving her, but it was nearly impossible. As she rose from the kitchen table and put away the ice cream, she felt Tiffany pressing her against the fridge. “Let me go.” The older one asked softly, her tone far fro