Jennie would find any minor thing to have the female plumber come to her house. She would say lights keep flickering, the kitchen drawers can't open, the garden hose keeps spurting brown water, the oven light won't turn on, the microwave won't beep when the food is ready, and the television has turned into different shades of colors.
While the excuses are silly and easily fixable, [Y/N] doesn't find any harm. She'll grab her toolbox, put on her baseball cap, and drive to Jennie's house in no time. Her bank account is soaring, and she gets to spend time with the friendly brunette.
[Y/N] doesn't have a lot of friends here, so it's nice to chat with Jennie to make up for the loneliness back home. A lot of her clients don't spark conversation with her. They leave her alone so she can work in peace and kick her out once the job's done.
But Jennie is very kind. She's always asking about her personal life and what she likes to do in her free time. Jennie even offers to make snacks and accompany her as [Y/N] fixes her broken home. She figures Jennie must also be lonely since her husband is always at work. She mentioned that she barely gets to go out with her friends because her husband is skeptical about them.
[Y/N] doesn't know a lot about her husband since Jennie hardly ever talks about him, besides the fact that he's a 'lazy ass motherfucker' who prefers to be at work or drink at the nearest bar to avoid his wife. She gets the feeling that Jennie isn't loved or appreciated as much as she wants to be. She barely knows what he looks like, as little to no picture frames hang around the house.
Sounds like a lonely, one-sided marriage.
At some point, she thought Jennie was flirting with her. Maybe she is, and [Y/N] is too oblivious to it. Jennie would throw some comments with innuendos here and there. Each time Jennie opened the door, her outfits became more and more revealing to the eye. But, of course, [Y/N] wouldn't think much of it as she worked on her tasks.
The sun is starting to make its way up the sky, and it's already blazing the whole town. Today is supposed to be the hottest day of the summer. There's a long list of clients who need their a/c fixed by noon, so the company has sent all their maintenance men to work.
Jennie is lucky to be the first on that list since she had sent her request much earlier—to [Y/N], specifically.
[Y/N] is about to raise her hand to knock on the door, but it opens before her fist can touch it.
And it's not Jennie.
It's a man in a suit just on his way out.
"Um, hey? Who are you?" he asks, looking at her skeptically. "Wait, are you the plumber? The one that's been fixing things?"
The tall girl nods her head. "Yes."
"A woman, finally!" Mino exasperates. "In that case, I'm heading to work. I'm kinda running late. My wife is gonna be home if you have any questions, and she can pay you once you're done."
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks!" Mino briskly walks past her and jumps in his car.
So, that's the sleazy husband.
How did that pull Jennie?
[Y/N] shouldn't be quick to judge. He must have a high-paying job with a good reputation. But why the hell are they living in this janky home in this part of town?
"Thank God you're here!"
[Y/N] faces forward again and widens her eyes at what welcomes her.
Oh, Jesus, indeed.
The sight before her is something [Y/N] never thought she'd be prepared for.
Jennie looks like she had rolled out of bed and sprinted to the door without a second thought. The v-line of her tank top is low enough to show her cleavage—no bra whatsoever. She didn't even bother to put on a pair of shorts over her black panties. A sliver of her stomach peeks through as the hem of her tank top rides up when she ties her hair back in a high ponytail.
[Y/N] swallows hard and forces herself to rip her eyes away from her chest. "Uh, hello, Jennie. W-What seems to be the problem today?" She already knows why she's here, but her brain is going into overdrive, forcing itself into customer service mode as she says her lines automatically.
"It's going to get hot later, and I want to use the a/c before the house becomes an oven, but the stupid thing won't work. Can you fix it?" Jennie asks coyly, pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes at the plumber.
"Uh-huh… I-I mean—" [Y/N] snaps out of her daze and puts on her nonchalant facade. "Yeah, okay. I'll get to work."
That's the first time she has ever heard [Y/N] stutter.
It's cute.
She wants to hear [Y/N] become flustered and a whiny mess.
Later, Jen.
Foreplay first.
Jennie brings her to the living room's window, where the air conditioner is struggling to blow air while leaking at the same time. [Y/N] grabs the remote and pushes some buttons, but the noises sound even worse.
"You're overworking the system. You set the temperature too low, and it's too hot outside, which overwhelms the machine," [Y/N] explains in her professional voice. "You also need to turn it off once in a while so it doesn't overheat. Plus, the power in your house will go out if it's being used too much."
Jennie nods along, even though she doesn't know what the hell she is talking about.
"I'll clean up here and fix the AC quickly."
Jennie rakes her eyes over the plumber and chews on her bottom lip, liking what she sees. Since it's hot today, [Y/N] is wearing a loose muscle tee tucked in her jean shorts. Her long legs look gorgeous and definitely model-like. She can picture this (not so) little loser strutting down the runways, captivating the whole world into the palm of her hand.
Anyways, before her mind can go off the rails, she recomposes herself and plasters a warm smile. "You want some snacks and water?" Jennie asks like she always does.
"I'd appreciate it, thank you." [Y/N] nods her head and proceeds to work on the AC.
Before she does that, Jennie goes to the bedroom to touch up on her appearance.
It's been hot all week, so she's been wearing little to no clothing. Their a/c broke down last night, engulfing them in an overwhelming, thick blanket of humidity. It almost drove Jennie insane to the point she was about to give a quick call to [Y/N] at two in the morning, but she held back.