#jennie x male reader

[minarisplaything]

Going Away Present ft. Jennie Kim

pairing: Blackpink Jennie Kim x M!Reader/M!OC rating: Explicit wordcount: 3.8k summary: Being the younger sibling of a member of Blackpink meant you were constantly surrounded by temptation. When the time for you to go away to college is coming up, one member decides to give you a special gift. disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. all characters portrayed are 18+

 It was just another day when you were walking up the front steps of your parents' house, grocery bags in hand. You couldn't help but wonder why you had been sent to get something so simple. Then again, Jisoo was in town, which meant your parents probably wanted to have some private time to catch up with her. Needless to say, being the member of a popular South Korean girl band and global ambassador for multiple brands required a lot of time away from home.

Pushing the front door open with your foot, you stumbled through the doorway, trying to see past the brown bags in your arms, “A little help—?"

"SURPRISE!!!"

A loud roar interrupted you as you stepped a foot into the house. You don't know what your reaction looked like, but judging from your slack jaw, it had to be some mixture of fear and bewilderment.

"W-What's going on?" you stammered, the bags practically falling out of your hands.

"We planned a surprise going-away party!" your mum explained as she walked towards you.

The smile on her face showed that she was clearly proud to have accomplished her goal. Your shocked expression slowly settled into a small smile and look of appreciation. Leave it to her to go above and beyond with something like this.

“Mum, I don’t leave for university for another month,” you said, handing the bags over to her.

“Yes, well, your sister is only here for two weeks then she has to leave on the international tour. So we decided to do it now. Go on, enjoy yourself, sweetie."

Your smile faltered somewhat. Ah, that explained it better. You would be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to going to university to make a fresh start for yourself out of your sister's shadow. You looked around the room, briefly noting the guests. It was the usual crowd; relatives, some schoolmates, longtime neighbors, and sure enough, your sister, Jisoo, and the other members of Blackpink.

You bit the bottom of your lip as you looked at them. Damn, Jennie, Chaeyoung, and Lisa looked amazing. No, you chastised yourself, Keep it together. Pushing your inappropriate thoughts aside, you turned back to the crowd of gathered people.

"Uh, thanks a lot for coming, guys. I’m sure there's plenty of food and drink, so let's enjoy ourselves."

Luckily, you were spared standing in an awkward silence as someone took the cue to start the music, and the party began. Now you say party, but that was being a bit generous. In reality, you spent most of the afternoon going around to various groups of people, talking and thanking them for coming. The questions were mostly the same: What university will you be going to? What will you be majoring in? How far is it? Have you thought about life after university and so on. It was exhausting, really.

Eventually, you worked your way to the backyard where the members of Blackpink stood gathered. Oddly enough, you had known them almost better than you knew anyone else at the party. In that sense, you couldn't help but be relieved when you finally made it to them.

"He's so grown up!" Chaeyoung squealed as you walked over. "I remember when he was eye level with me."

An embarrassed grin crossed your features as you stopped in front of them. Seeing them so often going through teenage years was never easy and often led to you excusing yourself to your room. At least now you could control yourself...mostly. Chaeyoung, or Rosie, was right though. Where you had once been eye-level and even shorter than her, you now towered over her.

“Ah, I never thought I’d see this day,” Jisoo said dramatically, moving over and wrapping an arm around you. “I was sure he’d drop out of school or something before university.”

The girls laughed as you shrugged her off, “Don't let mom and dad hear you saying that,” you teased looking over at her. "Besides, we all know I'm the brains in the family."

“Does that make me the talented one?”

The others laughed at the display of sibling bantering, and you couldn't help but join in. At moments like this, it was easy to forget just how famous she actually was.

Wearing a slight grin of her own, Jennie Kim moved towards you, wrapping an arm around your neck and standing to the side, “Be nice, Jisoo-unnie, it’s a special day for him,” she said before leaning up to give you a kiss on the cheek. You could immediately feel your face start to redden and hoped the fading sunlight in the yard was enough to mask it. “Plus we have a special way to send you off later.”

You raised your eyebrows curiously. Jennie had always been your favorite among your sister’s friends, something you were sure they secretly knew but didn’t want to embarrass you by pointing out. The idea of a special send-off from her had already sent your mind down an optimistic path. Something Jennie seemed to pick up on as her grin grew.

“Get your mind out of the gutter! It's just a nice club downtown. Especially since you’re old enough to drink now.”

Not exactly the special gift your dirty mind had hoped for but you'd take it. Besides, there were people around the country who would kill to be in your position right now.

“Sounds perfect. This is a nice party and all but there's only so much excitement a going-away party thrown by your parents can have.”

“Don't worry, you’ll have plenty of excitement later,” Jennie winked at you, causing Jisoo to hit her playfully.

“Yah! Stop giving my baby brother the wrong idea!” Jisoo protested.

“Who said it's the wrong idea," Lisa chimed in, a mischievous look on her face, "We might find him a nice girl for the night."

"I'm not listening to this," your sister comically stuck her fingers in her ear.

A round of laughter broke out as Jisoo comically covered her ears. Undeterred, you looked around the yard before returning to the girls, "So when are you guys taking me out for this magical night?”

“Be ready by eleven. Lines aren't exactly an issue for us,” Jennie spoke up first.

You nodded, of course. Benefits of being famous and all.

“Sounds good. You’ll see us all then.”

You hesitated for a moment before leaning down to place a quick peck on Jennie's cheek. This, of course, caused teasing ‘oohs’ and ‘awws’ from the group. You walked away without looking back, but over your shoulder, you could hear Lisa talking as her gaze stared you down.

“He hasn’t even gone off on his own yet, and he’s making man moves.”

The rest of the party went as it had before your run-in with your sister and friends, which was to say boring and dull. Not that it was any fault of their own. It was hard to focus on casual conversation when your mind was already thinking ahead to going out to a club with Jennie, Chaeyoung, and Lisa. And Jisoo as well, you supposed. Eventually, your parents were seeing everyone out, and you were able to slip away to get prepared for the night. Despite not being active in the nightlife scene, you felt compelled to look your best tonight.

It turned out Jennie hadn't been lying. After picking you up, you took a taxi to some club in the heart of the nightlife district. Even with yourself looking terribly out of place, you walked right in and were guided to a table in the VIP section. It was surreal, really. And while you recognized that for many, simply a night at the club with Blackpink would be a dream, your mind couldn't help but wander back to Jennie's words and hope for more.

After a few shots and celebratory toasts, the party was well and truly underway. You could feel yourself starting to loosen up, and whatever nerves you might've had beforehand began to fade away. Time seemed to flow at its own pace, and you were a passenger to its whims.

“I still can’t believe you guys just get VIP tables like this,” you leaned over to say to Jennie, who sat to your right.

“It’s one of the perks of the job,” she replied with a smile before sipping her current drink. “Do you want another?” she pointed to the bottle; you shrugged and held your glass out.

“Jennie! I’m going to go use the bathroom, Chaeyoung is coming with me,” Jisoo shouted over to you.

Her bandmate gave an affirmative response, leaving you alone with Jennie and Lisa. Your thoughts began to wander once again, but before you could work up the courage to act on any of them, you heard a voice calling out to you.

"Do you dance?" 

It was Lisa, leaning over the couch towards Jennie and you. 

Feeling your nerves suddenly come back, you stammered, “Well uh, not too often I can’t really say—"

Jennie's laughter filled your ear, "Just come on!" 

She placed her drink down and took one of your hands while Lisa grinned and took the other. Together they guided you from your booth to an area to dance. Which, while not as crowded as the main floor, was still packed. Jennie easily found you a nook to slide into. She turned around, looking up at you as she pressed her body close to yours and began moving to the electronic beat without a moment's hesitation. Similarly, you could feel Lisa pressing against you from behind, sandwiching you between the two women.

If this was your gift, you could die a happy person.

"Take a deep breath," Jennie says soothingly, her hands rising above her head as she moves effortlessly to the music. Was is that obvious? You try to follow suit, but your body remains rigid despite your best efforts to loosen up. She turns towards you, pressing her backside against your crotch, and you feel waves of pleasure course through your veins.

Without warning, she takes your hands and places them on her hips, leaving them there as if daring you to move them. As you stand frozen in shock, wondering if this is an invitation or not, Lisa wraps her arms around you from behind. Her fingers trace intricate patterns against your skin as she moves to the music.

"Oh fuck..." you muttered, hoping the music masked your comment from their ears.

The singer continued her moves, even going as far to ratchet it up as she slid down using your body as if it were a stripper pole. As a result it also caused your hands to move from her hips to where her breasts were. Unable to help yourself your fingers flexed, feeling the mounds concealed by her tight top.  As if spurred on by your actions her ass rotated, rubbing directly into your crotch over and over again. 

“Noona...Jennie...” you tried to warn but your words were lost in the stereo music as she continued to dance.

You could feel yourself beginning to grow hard but could do nothing to stop her as she moved to the song. Every now and then her arms would wrap around my neck, pulling you down ever so closely only to release you and resume grinding against you in various ways. To add on to that you could feel Lisa's body pressed firmly against mine from behind. Whether either girl sensed or felt what was stirring they didn't let it stop them.

“Ssh, enjoy yourself,” Jennie cooed over the music. 

And you were. Very much so in fact. 

After all, who wouldn’t be in this position? Jennie Kim was rubbing her fit ass against your crotch as she danced to the music to the point where it felt like she was giving you a private lap dance. Meanwhile, Lisa was letting her hands roam over your body as if she was worshiping your form. No one in their right mind would want this to end. 

It was only when Lisa moved from around you and began to dance with Jennie in front of you that you finally felt like you were in danger of doing something embarrassing. As intoxicating as the sight was, it wasn’t worth ejaculating inside your pants in front of them. Mustering what willpower you had, you forced yourself to take a step back, whispering a brief excuse. 

“Sorry, ladies, I need to take care of something.”

Before they could turn around to question you on the matter, you made my way through the crowd and made a beeline for the restroom; oblivious to the knowing looks and devilish smiles that the two women exchanged. 

“Fucking hell,” you grunted as you stumbled into a bathroom stall.

You braced yourself against the sides, taking deep breaths as you tried to compose yourself. Which was easier said than done when your cock was painfully hard. As tempting as it was to jerk off and relieve yourself, there was no way you were doing that in a public stall. That seemed like you’d be asking for some kind of infection.

No, no. You just need to take a few minutes, regain your composure, and then you’d go out there and pick up where you left off.

“They were just teasing me. No way that was serious…” you muttered to yourself. “But still…”

What if they weren’t just teasing? What if this was your chance to make a move? If their dance moves were any indication they were feeling it just as much as you were. And it was your birthday after all. Stranger things had happened before, right? Probably. 

Thinking about your plan, of the potential of success, didn’t exactly help quell your excitement but at least you weren’t sporting an aching bulge ready to tear through your pants. You left the stall, went to the sink and splashed some water on your face. With a look in the mirror you set your determination and made your way back to the dance floor.

When you didn’t spot the girls you made your way back to the VIP area where you saw Jennie sipping on her drink and looking at her phone.

“Hey,” you called out.

“There you are,” her eyes lit up as she looked up at you. 

“Decided to take a break?”

“Something like that.”

“What happened to Lisa? The others?” you asked.

Jennie leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. The tight dress she wore rode up her thighs, giving you a delicious sight, “Oh, she had something to take care of. I think your sister and Rosie are off dancing the night away.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to remember your prior pep talk, “I guess it’s just the two of us.”

Jennie, meanwhile, wasn’t lacking confidence at all. She practically oozed it as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on one of her knees and placing her chin in her hand. She looked as though she could devour you with a single word and honestly, you would let her. 

“It seems that way,” she cooed, “I was actually thinking of getting out of here…” 

Your eyes went wide but you hoped you continued your composure otherwise, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Jennie raised her hand to her mouth in what you guessed was a faux yawn, “I’m feeling exhausted. I guess I can’t party the same way I used to.”

This was it. Your chance.

“I can take you home if you want.”

A wicked grin crossed her features. 

“Jisoo always said you were well-mannered. I’ll text the girls and tell them we’re heading out.”

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Your back crashed against Jennie’s door and her lips were immediately on yours.

From the moment you had entered the cab to get back to her place it had felt like a fever dream. Her hand had teasingly run along your thigh the whole ride and at one point her lips had found their way to your neck.

Once you had arrived and stumbled into her apartment, she was all over you. No more suggestive touches with hidden meanings, no more coy flirtations. Her lips were on yours while her hands grabbed at your body. It was exhilarating and overwhelming all at once. Despite not drinking more than that initial shot, your head was spinning. This was happening. It was somewhat fortunate that you didn’t have time to overthink it at all.

Jennie’s hands gripped at your shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and pushing it over your shoulders. Next her hands moved to your belt buckle, her teeth biting at your bottom lip as she looked up at you with a sex-crazed gaze.

“I didn’t give you a gift at your party did I?” she asked.

“I-I don’t think so,” you moaned, feeling her hand slip into your pants to grip your cock.

“Then consider my pussy your graduation gift,” Jennie said, “Or a going away present. Whichever you want to call it.”

Her words made your head spin to the point all you could do was nod dumbly. Jennie had a wicked smile on her features as she reached down, pulling your pants and boxers away to expose your aching erection. An erection that you’d been dealing with practically since the club.

“I was wondering what it looked like,” Jennie cooed. “You know, Lisa and I were taking bets on just how big it was.”

“You were?” the thought caused your cock to jump in excitement.

“Mhmm.” Jennie bit her bottom lip as she reached down, her fingers curling around your shaft. “She’s going to be jealous that I got to you first you know. You’d split her in half with this.”

The combination of Jennie stroking your cock and the image of plowing into Lisa was enough to make you more than ready to receive your gift. Something Jennie must have realized as well as you heard her let out a giggle. She rose to her feet and turned, briefly giving you a view of her ass in the tight dress that hugged her fit body.

The view became even greater when she bent over, reached under her dress and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs. She looked over her shoulder, watching your face as she stepped out of them. Briefly you wondered what it’d be to get a lap dance from her. An idea to hope for in the future maybe.

“You can take these with you when you leave,” Jennie winked.

She placed the panties on top of the desk before looking back at you. She hitched up her red dress, revealing her bare ass and exposed pussy to you. If it weren’t for the fact that all the blood had already left your head and gone to your cock, you might’ve fainted on the spot.

“Fuck…”

“Come on then. Come enjoy your gift,” she said. She wiggled her ass as she invited you to close the distance in the hallway and take her.

“Do I need a condom?” you fumbled.

Jennie laughed and shook her head, her hair sticking loosely to her already sweat-covered body, “Don’t worry about that.”

She didn’t have to say it twice. The thought left your mind and you closed the distance between her and yourself. One hand took hold of your cock, lining herself up at her dripping entrance. You paused for a beat, etching the visual into your memory banks as you finally slipped inside of her. To say you had fantasized about your sister's bandmates before would be an understatement. In that sense, this was a dream come true. But even those dreams couldn't compare to the real feeling of Jennie's tight walls squeezing around your cock.

"Fuck, that's it, baby," Jennie moaned, bracing herself with one hand against the wall.

Slowly you buried inch after inch inside of the pop star until your hips were flush against Jennie's ass. As much as you wanted to savor the moment, the desire to fuck your long-time crush was far more overwhelming. Jennie was clearly ready for you to start given the way she ground her ass against you, imploring you to start thrusting immediately. You obliged her, slipping your cock out before filling her to the hilt once again and again.

"Fucking hell," you grunted.

"That's it. Fuck me, Baby" Jennie urged, moans falling from her plump lips.

As you gained a rhythm she began to meet your thrusts with her own movements. Your hands moved to her waist, squeezing gripping her tight as you fucked her. It was hard enough to make sure that there would be marks there tomorrow morning but not enough to cause any discomfort. In fact, judging from the moans of encouragement Jennie let out, she didn't seem to have any complaints.

"Harder," she gasped.

"Yes ma'am."

Every time you entered her from behind it  resulted in her perfect ass smacking against you, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against each other. Jennie clawed against the wall as you pistoned your cock inside of her faster and faster, drawing out both of your pleasure. And it was good. Incredible even. Each thrust inside of Jennie was better than the last, far better than anything your imagination could have come up with. 

It was safe to say that the continued feeling of her pussy tightening around your cock far surpassed late nights with your own hand. The only problem was that you knew that it wouldn't last forever. That sooner rather than later you'd be emptying your balls inside of Jennie Kim. Or maybe she'd let you finish on her face.

"Fuck!" you gasped, cock twitching at the thought.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Jennie cast a glance over her shoulder. Her dark hair was sticking to her forehead, her cheeks flushed red, "You don't have to hold back for me. Let yourself go."

"Jennie-- " you warned, desperately.

All you could focus on was the feeling of Jennie's pussy, the desire to fuck her harder, and the looming inevitable release that was growing closer and closer with each thrust.

"I'm--Fuck. I'm going to--" you gasped.

You didn't have time to finish your sentence as Jennie slipped free of your grasp. Before you knew it she was on her knees in front of you, her mouth open and tongue sticking out as she stroked your cock furiously. One look at that sight and it was well and truly over. Your balls tightened, your pent up release spewing all over the pop idol's face. Your cock twitched in her grasp, ropes of your seed splattering her features. You had seen Jennie a lot over the years, but you had never witnessed her like this.

"Jesus christ..."

When it was all said and done you were exhausted and utterly spent. As your cock finally began to soften, Jennie ran a manicured finger over her face, scooping up a wad of your cum and sucking it clean off her fingers. When she looked up at you she seemed as satisfied as you felt.

"Congratulations again on graduating," Jennie said, a wicked smile on his lips. "I can't wait to see you when you come back for break."

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Hypnosis Therapy

Pairing: Blackpink Jennie x Male reader

Word count: 4774 words

Tags: hypnosis, size kink, lingerie, spanking, discipline, SPH (of her ex’s), blowjob, gagging, deepthroat, throatjob, facefuck, throatpie, missionary, spread eagle, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, pronebone, belly bulge, mind break, submission, slave, ahegao, deep penetration, rough sex, humiliation, creampie

A/N: I've been sitting on this draft for a while now. So, when I got a hypnosis prompt, I decided that it would be perfect as my proper comeback to smut writing. Honestly, I love the premise, so I might make it a series that I post along with The Gentlemen's Playground.

You sat in your office, a cozy and inviting space in the bustling heart of Seoul. Your unique approach to therapy has garnered a stellar reputation among the city's elite, including the world-famous music and entertainment industry. Your specialty was using hypnosis to guide your clients, helping them navigate the intense stress and pressure that came with their high-profile careers. Today, as you looked at the appointment list, your only session for the morning was with a new client, Jennie, a member of the girl group Blackpink.

Minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring, a wave of excitement washed over you and you unlocked the door. Jennie entered your office, her presence exuded both confidence and a hint of vulnerability. Her stunning beauty and charisma were undeniable, and you could easily understand why she had captivated fans worldwide.

"Hello, Jennie," you greeted her with a warm smile, your voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Hi, Dr. Y/N," Jennie replied, her voice soft and slightly hesitant. "I've been told such amazing things about your work, so I'm hoping you can help me with some personal matters that have been troubling me."

You gestured to the comfy couch across from your chair, inviting her to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Everything discussed within these walls remains confidential. You can feel safe sharing whatever is on your mind."

Jennie nodded, her eyes briefly scanned the tastefully decorated room, and she took a seat. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know your schedule is tightly packed."

"Not at all, I've only had the best experiences with your company, so when they contacted me for an appointment, I cleared the morning for our session" you assured her, your tone soothing. "Now, why don't you start by telling me what brings you here today?"

Jennie took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to share something deeply personal. "Well, it's about my… sex life," she began, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. "I've never openly discussed this with anyone, even the other members, but I feel like it's affecting my overall happiness."

You maintained a calm and supportive demeanor, creating a judgement-free atmosphere. "It's perfectly okay, Jennie. Sex is a vital aspect of our lives, and it's entirely valid to seek help in this area. Please, tell me more."

"It's just…" Jennie paused, carefully choosing her words. "I've never truly been satisfied with my sex life. All my past relationships… they've all left me feeling somewhat… physically unfulfilled."

You leaned forward, your eyes filled with genuine interest and empathy. "I see. I understand that this can be a challenging topic to discuss, but I'm here to listen and help in any way I can. Please, spare no detail."

"It's not just that," Jennie continued, her voice gaining confidence as she sensed your unwavering support. "The guys I've been with… they all had smaller… you know… and it's just never felt quite right for me. I've watched those porn videos, the ones with massive cocks stretching girls out, and I can't help but wonder what that would feel like. I've also heard stories from Lisa about her and her boyfriend and can't help but feel jealous."

Your eyes widened slightly at Jennie's sincere admission, but you quickly regained your composure and professionalism. "It's completely natural to have those curiosities and desires. Sexual pleasure is very personal, and it's okay to want to explore and experience different things that you may prefer," you say, your voice steady.

Jennie bit her lip, her eyes darted down to her fidgeting hands on her lap. "I know it might sound superficial, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing out on potential pleasure. All the guys I've been with have been Asian, and I guess I'm just curious about… bigger sizes."

You nodded mischievously, your mind formulating a plan to help Jennie in a way that would surpass her wildest expectations. "It's not superficial at all, Jennie. It's okay to have those thoughts and desires. In fact, I believe I can assist you with that."

Jennie looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope. "You can? How?"

"Well," you began, leaning back in your chair and smiling warmly. "As a specialist therapist, I have some unique methods at my disposal. One of which is hypnosis, a favourite amongst my regular clients."

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise. "Hypnosis? Like making people forget their names and sleep from a snap of your fingers?"

You chuckled and reassured her. "That's the kind of hypnosis you see in shows, meant for entertainment. However, the hypnosis I use is a powerful tool for therapy. It allows people to access their subconscious minds, making them more receptive to suggestions and open to new experiences."

"So, you're saying you're going to hypnotise me?" Jennie asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

"Yes," you replied confidently. "Under hypnosis, I can help you explore your deepest desires, release your inhibitions and pent-up feelings, and even potentially enhance your future sexual experiences."

Jennie's eyes sparkled with excitement and nervousness. "That sounds… intriguing. But what if I get stuck in hypnosis forever?"

You smiled "That's a common misconception. Hypnosis is a natural state we all experience daily, like when you're so focused on a task that you lose track of time. You always remain in control, even in a hypnotic state."

"Oh," Jennie said, looking slightly relieved. "So, how will you actually hypnotise me?"

"I'll guide you into a relaxed state, and then I'll make suggestions to your subconscious mind," you explained. "Your conscious mind might not recall everything, but your body and subconscious will respond accordingly."

"And you're confident this could help me?" Jennie asked, filled with hope.

"I'm sure it will," you assured her. "Now, are you ready to give it a try?"

Jennie took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, let's do it."

"Wonderful," you say, your voice calm and soothing. "Just relax and focus on my voice. Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths…" Jennie followed your instructions, her eyelids gently closed as she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"That's it," you continued, your voice low and hypnotic. "With each breath, you're relaxing more and more. Your body is becoming heavy, and your mind is calm and serene. You're safe and secure here, and your subconscious mind is opening up, ready to receive my suggestions." Jennie's breathing slowed, and her body sank into the plush couch.

"Now, Jennie," you continued "Listen closely to my words. You won't remember this conversation, but your mind and body will obey the following commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jennie whispered, her voice dreamy and distant.

"Good," you say, filled with satisfaction and mischief. "From this moment on, you will be deeply aroused by my presence. The sound of my voice will make your pussy wet, and the very thought of me will make your heart race with desire. You will crave my touch, my kiss, and the feeling of my body against yours."

Jennie's body reacted to your words, her arousal was evident from the quickening pace of her breaths.

You continued "Your body is mine to command, you will become my obedient sex slave, eager to please me and able to fulfil your deepest desires. You will do anything I ask without hesitation, and your pleasure will be heightened by your submission to me."

Jennie moaned softly, her hands unconsciously moving to her thighs as her body responded to your words.

"You are mine, Jennie, my sexy and obedient slave," you whispered.

Finally, you instruct "When I snap my fingers, you will slowly open your eyes and be released from this hypnotic state. And when you look at me, you will be fully under my control."

*Snap*

Jennie's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes filled with desire as she gazed at you.

"Good girl," your voice laced with lust. "Now, stand up and undress for me, slowly and seductively."

Jennie rose gracefully from the couch, her movements fluid as she began to remove her clothing, piece by piece. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled her top off, which revealed the alluring black bra beneath. After letting her top fall to the floor, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, slowly slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it to stand before you in nothing but her provocative black lingerie set.

She then reached behind to unclasp her bra, freeing her full, round, and perky breasts. Her nipples, already erect and sensitive with arousal, caused her to moan softly after being exposed to the cool air. Her hands then moved to the thin straps of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, and onto the floor, which left her completely nude.

Your eyes feasted on her slutty body, taking in her creamy skin, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy. "Beautiful," you murmur, your voice thick with desire. "Now, come here, slave."

Jennie obeyed, walking over to stand before you.

"Turn around, I want to see that gorgeous ass" you exclaimed dominantly.

Jennie turned, presenting her firm, heart-shaped ass to you. Her cheeks clenched slightly as she felt your gaze on her, and a rush of excitement washed over her at being so exposed and vulnerable.

"Such a perfect view," you praised, as you reached out to gently caress her ass cheeks. "Now, bend over."

Jennie complied, bending at the waist and holding her calves. Her legs were slightly apart, exposing her swollen pussy lips that glistened with arousal.

You stood up and moved behind her, your hands roamed over her ass cheeks before they slipped between her legs to stroke her wet folds. "So wet already," you murmured. "You've been a very naughty girl, Jennie."

Jennie moaned softly, her head hanging down as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body from your touch.

"Now, I'm going to give you a spanking. Count each strike out loud and thank me for it." you firmly instructed.

"As you command, Master," Jennie whispered, her body trembling with anticipation.

You raised your hand and brought it down sharply on Jennie's left cheek, leaving a bright red handprint. "One, thank you, Master," Jennie gasped, her voice laced with pleasure and pain.

You delivered another sharp smack, this time to her right cheek. "Two, thank you, Master," Jennie cried out filled with excitement.

You continued the spanking, alternating cheeks and landing each smack with force and precision, causing her ass cheeks to glow a rosy red. "Three, thank you, Master," Jennie chanted, her body trembling. "Four, thank you, Master. Five, thank you, Master. Six, thank you..."

"Enough," you exclaimed. "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you've craved a big cock."

Jennie immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes locked with yours as she reached for the waistband of your trousers. With deft fingers, she unbuckled your belt and pulled both your trousers and boxers down revealing your 12-inch erect cock, already pulsating with desire.

Jennie's eyes widened at the sight of your thick, veiny shaft, the head moistened with pre-cum. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and the thought of taking it inside her made her pussy clench with anticipation. A wicked smile crossed her face as she imagined the humiliation her Asian ex-boyfriends would feel if they saw her now, their tiny penises no match for the monster she was about to take.

Jennie took your command to heart, as she leaned forward, her full lips wrapped around the head of your throbbing cock. Her eyes locked with yours, a silent communication of her eagerness to please you and a hidden desire to prove her worth against the small cocks of her past.

Inch by inch, she slowly began lowering her mouth further down your shaft. She attempted to deepthroat you, her tongue swirling and her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate your impressive length and girth. The sensation was euphoric; her warm, wet mouth enveloped you, and her soft tongue massaged your sensitive underside. You finally felt her nose nudge your pubic bone as she took you fully, her eyes watering as she struggled to push through her gag reflex.

'That's it, Jennie,' you encouraged, your voice hoarse with desire. 'Take me all the way down, show yourself that you can deal with a real man.'

Jennie moaned around your length, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. She withdrew slightly, only to plunge back down, her lips forming a tight seal around you. Her hands grasped your thighs, her fingernails dug into your skin as she took control of the rhythm, her head bobbing up and down at a steady pace. Her mind pictured the pathetic men she once dated, their small packages were no comparison to your mighty cock and each movement of her head was a silent victory over her past unsatisfying encounters.

The sight of her, on her knees, mouth stretched around your girth, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You placed your hands on her head, threading your fingers through her silky hair, and guided her movements. 'Such a good girl,' you praised 'But now, I want to fuck that beautiful mouth, and show you what you've been missing.'

With a nod, Jennie understood your desire and her craving for submission. She released your cock from her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. You then guided her to the edge of the couch, and positioned her on her knees, her hands resting on the cushions. Jennie, filled with anticipation, opened her mouth, inviting you in and ready to prove her worth.

You grasped your shaft, placing the tip of your cock onto her waiting lips. With a firm thrust, you entered her mouth, and her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation was electric, her warm mouth enveloped you and her full lips caressed your shaft. You began to face fuck her, your hips snapped forward and back, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into her throat.

'Look at me, Jennie,' you commanded 'I want to see your eyes as I use that pretty mouth and make you feel the power of a real man.'

Jennie's gaze met yours, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pleasure and triumph. She moaned around your length, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. Your pace quickened, with each motion a testament to your lust and her newfound purpose.

'That's it, my obedient sex slave,' you growled. 'Take it all in, let me use that gorgeous slutty mouth and show the world that you were made for bigger and better cocks.'

Jennie's response was a guttural sound of bliss, her body trembled as she surrendered to the primal act, her mind filled with images of her exes' tiny cocks in comparison to your massive member.

You increased your pace even further, your hips were a blur hammering into and out of her mouth. 'You're doing so well, Jennie, I want to feel your throat tighten around me as I cum. Show me how much you've craved big cock.' you exclaimed.

Jennie's eyes widened at your words, her body tensed in anticipation. You grasped her hair tighter, guiding her head in a synchronous rhythm that enhanced your deep thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of her sucking and slurping, and your heavy breathing as you neared your climax.

'That's it you whore, suck me dry, swallow my cum, and prove to yourself that you were made for more than those pathetic small cocks.' you grunted.

As you exploded, filling Jennie's mouth with your hot seed, her throat constricted around your shaft, milking every last drop. Her eyes never left yours, and you see her struggle to swallow the copious amount of cum you released.

Withdrawing your cock, it glistened with a mixture of saliva and cum. You then pulled her to the couch, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. 'Lie back' you instructed 'It's time for you to truly feel me.'

Jennie, her body flushed with arousal, followed your command and offered herself completely to your pleasure and to the fulfilment of her fantasies. She laid on the couch and spread her legs, a wanton invitation. You positioned yourself between her thighs, your eyes locking with hers as you placed your throbbing cock to her glistening core. 'Are you ready for this, my eager slave? Are you ready to finally experience fullness?'

'Please, Master,' she pleaded, her hands reaching up to pull you closer. 'I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you, all of you, and all at once.'

The desperation in her voice sent a jolt of dominance through you, and with a growl, you rammed your cock forward, claiming the depths of her pussy in one smooth motion. Her eyes flew open at the sensation of being filled so completely and perfectly, her mind briefly flashed to the disappointing encounters with her exes. 'Oh, my God,' she yelled, her back arching off the couch, her hands gripping the cushions as if to anchor herself during this overwhelming moment. 'It's so big! I've never felt so full!'

You paused, giving her a moment to adjust to your size, to the feeling of being stretched and broken in, and to the realisation that she could never go back. Then, with a primal need, you began to move, your hips snapped forward and backward, each thrust deliberate and powerful. You filled her again and again, each stroke erasing the memories of her previous sexual experiences.

'You like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a cock that destroys your tight Asian pussy, that makes you forget those insignificant little boys' you roared, pounding into her.

'Yes, Master!' she cried out. 'It's incredible! I've never felt so full, so completely satisfied! I was so wrong to settle for anything less!'

Her words spurred you on, and you showed no mercy as you drove into her, your hands roughly gripped her slender hips, leaving faint marks on her porcelain skin. Jennie's body became a canvas of pleasure, her breasts swayed, her nipples stood erect and tight, and her tight belly bulged with each thrust. Instinctively, her long legs wrapped around your waist, her ankles locked behind your back as you continued to thrust. The slight change in angle sent new waves of pleasure through her, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.

'You feel that, slut? You feel how deep I can go, how much more pleasure I can give you' you asked.

'Master, I feel it! I feel your enormous cock throbbing inside me! I never want to go back!' Jennie groaned, her body moving in sync with yours, meeting your thrusts with her own.

You leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss as you continued to ram into her. The kiss was fierce, your tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips and claimed her soul. Jennie responded with equal fervor, her hands grasped your hair and pulled you in as if she couldn't get enough of your taste, as if she had been starving for this kind of passion and pleasure.

You broke the kiss, sat up, and roughly grabbed her legs, spreading them as wide as they could go. Continuing to pound deep into her, Jennie's eyes rolled upwards, her mouth gaped open and her tongue hung outwards. She revealed her slutty ahegao face and it was a sight to behold. Her body and core began to clench around you, and you could feel her pleasure building to an intense peak "I'm close, Master!"

You suddenly pulled out, releasing your cock from her pussy's tight hold. "Not yet, my little slave, ride me and show me how much you crave this superior cock!" you commanded.

With a fluid motion, Jennie pushed you onto your back and rose, her body a vision of newfound confidence. Placing her hands on your chest for support, she then straddled your lap and roughly impaled herself with your cock. Taking control, she moved her hips in a forceful yet sensual rhythm, maximising her pleasure.

You grasped her hips and repositioned your own so that she could take you even deeper. Playfully, you encouraged her "That's it, Jennie, take all of me, fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are."

Following your encouragement, Jennie continued to move her body up and down, moaning with a sound of pure satisfaction and triumph.

Seeing her ample breasts bounce, teased you to taste them. You placed her hands on your shoulders and, as she leaned forward, captured her right nipple between your lips. You sucked and teased her firm nipple as she continued to ride you. "Oh, yes! I love how my Master sucks on my sensitive tits!" she cried out, her body trembling.

After a teasing final suckle, you released her right nipple and focused on the left. This time, you playfully bit down and pulled her nipple with your teeth, causing her to moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Feeling satisfied, you freed her tits and instructed her "Now, my eager slave, turn around and bounce that firm ass on my cock."

Jennie, her body shiny with sweat, complied and turned facing away from you. She got into a squatting position and lowered herself onto your shaft, her movements were slow and deliberate, and her back arched as she took you in, inch by inch. Her hands gripped your legs, her fingers dug into your flesh as she set a new rhythm.

"That's it, Jennie," you praised, your voice a low rumble. "Enjoy being filled and stretched out by a real man."

Jennie moaned and started to quicken her pace, her body moved in a way that showcased her surrender to her desires and the superiority of your size. As her rhythm intensified, you had the perfect view of her ass. It took the whole of your length and jiggled each time she slammed into you.

Soon, her head fell backwards, her long silky black hair cascading down her back as she acquiesced to the sensations that coursed through her. "Master! I'm so close again! Your cock… it's taking me to places I've never been with those small cock boys!" she exclaimed in ecstasy.

"That's it, let go! Cum for me while you ride my big hard cock!" you shouted.

Jennie's body shook violently, her walls clenched around you as she surrendered to her orgasm. "I'm coming, Master!" she screamed, her nails digging into your legs as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, your hands engulfed her small waist, supporting her in a sensual rhythm.

As her climax began to subside, you moved her to the edge of the couch and positioned her on all fours, her hands and knees sinking into the cushions. Almost instinctively, her back arched and offered a stunning view of her glistening pussy. "Now, my obedient slave, it's my turn." you laugh "I'm gonna break your mind and pussy."

Jennie, her body still heaving with overwhelming pleasure, could only nod in submission. You stood behind her and tightly held onto her hips with both hands. Using the tip of your erect cock, you teased her wet folds and, with a single powerful thrust, rammed deep inside her.

Before she could even comprehend what had happened, you pulled out fully and slammed right back into her. You continued to roughly jackhammer her tight wet Asian pussy, stretching her out and bruising her cervix. "You like that, Jennie? You like being taken from behind, being reminded that you're a submissive little slut that has outgrown those Asian boys?" you exclaimed.

"Yes, Master!" she cried out in pain. "Take me, own me, I've chosen you and the path of true pleasure!" She began to move her body in sync with yours, her hands tightly gripping the cushions as she took you in. Jennie's surrender was absolute, her body was a vessel for your pleasure and your dominance over her was complete.

Suddenly, her arms and legs gave in, releasing your hard cock and leaving her prone on the couch. Despite this, you quickly repositioned yourself above her and forcefully pushed your length back into her, filling her once more.

"Fuck Jennie! Your pussy is so tight in this position." you praised emphatically. Jennie moaned with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion "I love it, Master! I love how you use my pussy as your personal fleshlight, fucking it roughly into oblivion!"

As you continued to drive into her, you felt the coil of your pleasure tighten. You leaned down, your mouth close to her ear, your breath hot against her skin, and whispered a command. "That's right, slave. And now, I want you to come for me again before I finally finish deep inside of you."

Jennie's body reacted to your erotic words, her pussy clenched around your shaft as she pleaded. "Please, Master, fill me with your cum! I want to feel your cum inside me, claiming me as yours! I choose you, and I'll never look back!"

Your control began to slip as her words, her submission, and the tight heat of her body pushed you closer to the edge. Your movements became wilder, your pace became a frenzied rhythm, and each thrust became a statement of your mastery over her. "You're mine, Jennie," you growled, your voice raw with passion and lust. "Every part of you, every scream, every moan, belongs to me!"

"Oh, Master! Fuck me deeper, harder, and faster!" she cried out, her body moving in perfect harmony with yours, her pleasure once again building to an intense peak.

With a powerful final thrust, you surrendered to your pleasure and roared as you released your hot seed deep within her, marking her as your property. At the same time, Jennie's body convulsed as she too surrendered to her climax, her walls milking your shaft and her pleasure consuming her.

For minutes, you remain joined, your bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of your shared pleasure. Jennie's breath was ragged, her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she turned her head to look at you, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That was…" she began, her voice triumphant and exhausted. "I've never experienced anything like that. I feel like I've finally found what I've been missing."

You returned a warm smile, a sense of victory filling you. "It's been my pleasure to guide you, Jennie. And this is just the beginning of your journey into true fulfilment."

Finally getting up, you both slowly got dressed. However, Jennie's curiosity got the better of her, her mind still buzzing from the heavenly experience. "But how did I… I mean, I don't remember agreeing to all of this. It's like I had no control, but I loved it."

You laughed with an insidious glint in your eyes, a glint of a master who had hypnotised his client to become his sex slave. "The mind is powerful, Jennie. As you can tell from first-hand experience, even if you don't remember it, hypnosis can still do wonders for the mind and body."

Jennie nodded understandingly "So, it's almost like, I was… under a spell?" "A spell of pleasure that frees you, one might say," you smoothly replied "And it's a spell I'm sure you'll want to be under again, to continue exploring the path you've chosen today."

Jennie smiled lustfully, her body still humming with the afterglow of her intense orgasms and her mind already imagining the possibilities of future sessions. "I can't deny that it was… an eye-opening experience. I want to explore more, to leave no stone unturned in my pursuit of pleasure and fulfilment."

You held the door open for her, a silent promise in your eyes, a promise of further guidance and pleasure. "Until next time, Jennie. A world of true satisfaction awaits, and you've only just begun to scratch the surface."

As Jennie stepped out, you allowed yourself a moment of gratification, knowing that the hypnosis had worked its magic and Jennie had now become your obedient personal sex slave. You now wondered about your other clients and the possibilities of guiding them to a similar outcome. The thought was tantalising, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey into the dark and devious world of hypnotic domination.

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he could never

pairing: jennie x gn!reader

prologue: jennie is set to marry a suitable boy but she thinks it's never too late to run away

genre: royalty!au + angst

wordcount: 723

warnings: none

"You have to marry well." The words found their way out of your mouth for the nth time again, it was almost as if a toy has been winded up with a key.

Regardless, they could never convey what was buried inside your stupid organ, the heart.

Perhaps sometimes, things were better off in this manner.

"Why do you keep on telling me the same thing over and over again?" She voiced, never sounding irriated.

Everything she ever said to you lingered in your memory like a cherry mist.

"Because that is exactly what is going to happen!" You tossed her black pleated hair to her front, resting your arms on her shoulder as she faced the exuberant mirror.

She possessed what everyone desired. Expensive metal, imported perfumes, dresses in every colour of the rainbow, none of those could ever overpower her, for she was the most beautiful soul you had ever come across, and you were sure as hell you would never again.

"How do I look?" She asked, her gentle gaze fixed at the mirror's reflection.

"Beautiful, as always."

"More than beautiful to get his attention." You said as you pointed out the window.

Your speech was uninspired. At this point, you would not dare look her in the eyes.

She observed the boy as she tilted her head toward the window side.

There he stood with the untamed cocoa hair, dressed in linen slacks, added a black waistcoat, and a white puffed-sleeve button-down shirt. He was the son of one of her father's faithful lords, wealthy enough to satisfy her every wish at the blink of an eye.

This was the boy Jennie would marry.

You finally got the chance to look in the direction of the mirror while her arid eyes were still concentrated on the male.

Her appearance was mystical, the deeper you knew it, the more you craved for. A subtle smile that never parted ways with her rosy lips, similar to the natural blush of her cheeks. Her eyes, black, hypnotising, yet deep like the ocean.

In a flash of a moment, she looked at the shiny surface again, two eyes glanced for a moment but you were quick to avert.

Again, you could not dare meet them with hers, the fact that she was a princess was still the last reason though.

"He could never take your place." She moved as she proceeded to stand and you naturally bent down to fix her gown.

"No doubt. He wouldn't ever put on makeup or style your hair." You replied, grinning.

"You know very well what I mean is not that." She went on, hinting.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at." Your response was stern, willinglessly.

Jennie grabbed you by the arm to bring you to her level, her touch was hasty but never harsh.

"This is wrong." You worded.

"Why?" She questioned.

And you had no answer to her ask.

Your heart seemed to be the only organ present when you raised your head to meet hers as if you were trying to catch a butterfly before it flew away with her seductive lips serving as the other half of a broken magnet.

You kissed her. And she kissed you back.

With just one kiss from those lips, all of the uneasiness melted like honey in the royal kitchens.

The scorching yearning was like a flame, but it felt gentle like a cloud cushion.

You pulled back, tucking the little side fringes of her hair behind her ear, oh ever so delicately!

"He could never." Your eyes beamed with joy.

Jennie returned to your lips, this time shorter, as she kissed you through your smile.

"Let's run away." She whispered next to your ear.

"What? How? This- this doesn't suit a princess." You protested.

"Don't tell me it's wrong this time again or I will.." She was stern but not serious.

"Or else, you will?" You teased further.

"Oh, lord! I can't even be mad at you!" She gave herself away in the laughter, putting her arms around your neck. You hugged her back.

"What about him?" You murmured through her embrace.

"Let's see." She turned to take a closer look.

"He could possibly marry one of his lovely horses or his father's wealth." She chuckled.

This was the Jennie who was yours, only yours.

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Interests | Kim Jennie

⤷ (word count: 18,293)

⤷ (tags: romance, slight angst, slow burn, friends to lovers, bits of fluff, male reader, original characters, multi-part story)

I'm not one for romance stories, but there was something about her that drew me in. Maybe it was the lingering emptiness—the absence of someone's warmth for far too long—that made me gravitate toward her. Or maybe it was something else, something unspoken yet undeniable. Whatever it was, I couldn’t ignore it.

But I knew I had to tread carefully. Because what happens when my ex—the ghost I’ve been carrying for two years—starts noticing the cracks in the grief I’ve wrapped myself in? What happens when she realizes I might finally be moving on?

There’s Kim Jennie, a talented idol who I end up befriending. And then there’s Kang Eunji, my ex-girlfriend. And then there’s me, just trying to get by the bustling entertainment industry of Seoul.

⤷ (Kang Eunji is an original character)

Seattle, Washington

September 19

"For the love of... please, just listen—” My words barely make it past my lips before an ear-splitting shriek rattles my skull. It’s the kind of scream that could send grown men running. The voice of a woman unhinged. The only woman in my twenty-four years of life who has ever managed to strike both fear and sheer humiliation into my very core. Mi madre.

In our little neighborhood, the kids didn’t just call her strict. They didn’t just call her scary. No, they had a special name for her—El Demonio Madre. The Devil Mother. And right now, she’s living up to every syllable of that title.

Instinct tells me to hold my phone at a safe distance—anything to spare my poor eardrums from another auditory assault. But at this point, I think they’ve built up a tolerance.

Wait a second. Isn’t this, like, the third time she’s called this week? I really need to remind her that I’m a grown adult and not in need of constant surveillance.

"¡¿Cómo pudo haberte dejado así?!” (“How could she have left you like that?!”)

Her voice bursts through the speaker, loud enough to rattle the tiny café walls—and my dignity along with them. I wince, subtly lowering the volume, but the damage is done. A few heads turn.

I steal a glance at the couple sitting to my left. They’re already looking at me. Our eyes meet—mine, mortified; theirs, laced with quiet sympathy. Great. Just what I needed: an audience for my public humiliation.

 I reply in haste, grasping at the first excuse that comes to mind.

“Mamá, if she’s happy with her choice, then I should respect it and move on. Así son las cosas.” (“That’s just how it is.”)

It’s not the best response. Not even close. My mom barely takes a breath before bulldozing through every Spanish curse word known to man, each syllable chipping away at my already fragile composure. And honestly? She has every right to be furious. Who wouldn’t be, after watching their child get blindsided by a partner of three years—someone who packed up and moved to another country without so much as a warning?

I sigh, pressing a hand to my temple. “Está bien, lo admito..., I wanted her to stay. But I should support her, not bring her down. Even if it means getting hurt in the process.” (“Okay, I’ll admit…”)

Hah. What a load of... 

Truthfully, I was happy but also it destroyed me when Eunji told me she was returning to South Korea. She had always talked about studying abroad, but I never thought it would happen so soon—never thought we would run out of time so quickly.

We’d been together for three years, started dating in senior year of high school, and yet, her future was hers to decide. That was the reality of it. No matter how much it hurt to admit, no matter how badly I wanted to be part of that future, I couldn’t stand in her way.

I still remember the way she looked when she got the email. The way her eyes lit up. The way the sweetest smile spread across her face—so full of hope, so full of excitement.

And all I could do was watch as I felt my heart break slowly.

It wasn’t easy for either of us. Even with her excitement about going home, the reality of our breakup frustrated her just as much as it did me—especially with how sudden it was. We had so many plans, so many moments we thought we’d still have. But in the end, none of it mattered.

We both knew we weren’t built for long distance. Our dreams for the future were too different, pulling us in opposite directions. And no matter how much I tried to convince myself that we could make it work, deep down, I knew the truth.

It would only lead to resentment. To tension. To something uglier than a clean goodbye.

I can still hear the last words she said to me before her flight, clear as day.

“I know it’ll be hard from here on out,” she started, her voice already thick with emotion. “But, for me… take care of yourself. Don’t forget to keep your apartment clean.”

There was a small pause. I could hear her struggling to keep it together, a soft sniffle betraying her.

“Make sure to show 마일로 (Milo) lots of love. I know our baby pup will be so sad to see his mom leave, but I know you two are going to need each other more than ever.” Her voice wavered again, but she pushed through. “And, I want you to remember to keep yourself in check with your medication. I won’t be there anymore to remind you to take it.”

There was a brief silence before she added, quietly, “Promise me that, all right?”

I think this is the moment when we both finally broke down. Neither of us was the type to hide our feelings—no masks, no pretending. And there we were, both crying in the rawest way possible. Despite the tears, she still found the strength to speak, her voice cracking.

“Lastly, I want to remind you how much I love you… and how much I wish you could be here with me. I love you. Forever and ever.”

I take a shaky breath and try to steady myself.

"Hijo,” my mother’s voice cuts through the silence, surprisingly low and serious. It snaps me out of my trance.

“Yeah?” I croak, my throat painfully dry.

“Why can’t you just go look for someone else?”

I freeze. My fingers tighten around the handle of my cup, the pressure so intense it feels like they might snap. The pain spreads through my chest, a suffocating ache that feels like tiny thorns digging into my heart. It’s a question I’ve heard too many times. Too many variations of it.

I’m caught off guard by the way my body reacts. Normally, it’s just a deep, burning sting in my chest, but this time… this time, I feel something hot trickle down my cheek.

"Honey? Are you still there?”

I quickly wiped away the tears, forcing a couple of fake coughs to mask the tightness in my throat. “I’m fine. I just drank my coffee too quickly.”

She lets out a heavy sigh, her voice tinged with concern. “Mi pobre bebé, ¿cuántas veces te lo he dicho? ¡El café es malo para ti!” (“My poor baby, how many times have I told you? Coffee is bad for you!”)

I shrug, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the handle of the cup. The pain in my chest doesn’t let up. And that question… it keeps looping in my mind, over and over. I can’t move on, no matter how hard I try. It feels like trying to escape a trap you’ve already set for yourself.

I just need to…

Thankfully, my mom stopped pressing about Eunji. She apologized for taking up so much of my time and left me to focus on my script. I told her it wasn’t a big deal, that I appreciated her calling.

Once the call ended, I turned my attention back to the screen, where the unfinished script for a small film stares back. I have a college friend who’s an amateur director, and he’s asked me to help with the script. I’m not entirely sure what kind of story he wants, but he trusts me to write something worthwhile.

The story was about two people from different social classes who fall in love. Their families and friends are vehemently against it, pushing them to break up. Despite the pressure, the couple realizes just how deeply they care for each other. In the end, they can’t bear to follow society’s rules any longer, so they run away together, leaving everything behind to build a life free from judgment.

You can tell I borrowed a little inspiration from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice and Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

I could picture myself as Elizabeth Bennet—coming from a family that worked their asses off just to get by. My mom was born in Mexico and raised with two siblings, but abuelo managed to find work here in the States. They fought through the hardships, clawing their way forward, especially in those days.

She met my papá during their senior year of high school. They had one class together, and that’s where they started to get close. Despite abuelo thinking of dad as a troublemaker, he could see how deeply papá cared for my mom. I remember him telling me how terrified he was when he first met abuelo. It made me think of the first time I met Eunji’s parents. I was just as terrified as dad had been. 

If only our love story had been more like my mom and dad’s.

But instead, ours was a tragic love story.

The news came on August 25, when Eunji received an email from a university in South Korea. She had been waiting for nearly three months for their response, so when it finally came, it took us both by surprise. I remember feeling proud and happy for her, sharing in the excitement of her achievement. But deep down, in the back of my mind, a nagging feeling told me it wasn’t going to be that easy.

A few months later, she had packed everything she needed, and we said our farewells. It was one of the most emotional days I can remember.

Abuela was right when she told me that Eunji and I were very much alike in terms of willpower. Even though we were going through something as heartbreaking as that, we both still wanted to carve out our own paths—still strived for our futures, even if we were in so much pain.

I remember abuela telling me, “Dos almas que finalmente se encontraron pero se separaron tan rápido.” (“Two souls that finally found each other but parted so quickly.”)

And here we are now—a few weeks after she left. I stayed in touch with her for the first few days, but as our schedules grew busier, we stopped talking. It’s almost as if we’re both forcing ourselves into the painful process of moving on, trying to outrun the ache that keeps threatening to swallow us.

I glance at the screen, watching the blinking cursor, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I want to keep typing, but writer’s block has hit me hard. The call with mom, though I appreciated it, only dragged me deeper into a dark place. With this ache in my chest and my mind scattered, I closed the laptop and stood up.

I slipped it into my bag, then checked the time on my phone. 10:30 A.M. I still had time to walk around the campus, maybe give myself a chance to clear my head.

"Thanks for the coffee!” I called out to my friend at the cash register. We exchanged waves before I stepped out of the shop. As I walked, I caught the faint sound of music leaking from someone’s headphones—probably turned up too loud. But what really grabbed my attention was the language. It was Korean.

She would have listened to this.

I glanced quickly at the person’s laptop screen, catching a glimpse of a music video. I gave the video one last look before continuing on my way.

"I wonder what it would be like to live in Korea with you, Eunji…”

The words slipped out quietly, almost lost in the rush of passing moments. I couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if things had turned out differently.

Seoul, South Korea

Two years later

The airport buzzed with excitement as my film crew and I stepped into the airport, heading toward the luggage pick-up. We were in Seoul for this big award show happening later tonight, but we weren’t here just as spectators. We were here to capture the behind-the-scenes moments, the raw footage, and the unscripted chaos that comes with events like these.

As a scriptwriter, I didn’t usually get involved in the hands-on part of things, but this time, things were different. Our film production company had recently partnered with a popular K-pop label to document the life of idols outside the stage, and our team was tasked with creating a documentary-style film. My job? To write the script, shape the narrative, and capture the emotion behind every scene.

There was Jonathan, my assistant, who was as enthusiastic as he was naïve about the film industry. His eyes darted around, already acting like a tourist, taking in the hustle and bustle of the airport. Beside him was Richard, the lead manager, who worked with the studio to ensure everything was on schedule. Richard had been with me the longest, ever since we made our first feature film together. His calm demeanor always kept the rest of the crew in check.

And then there was Mrs. Henderson, who was, without a doubt, the most intimidating of the bunch. Her role as one of the senior managers meant she had to make sure everything went smoothly—no matter what. I never knew what to expect from her, but I had learned to keep my head down when she was around.

“Let’s go, everyone,” Richard said, guiding the rest of us toward check-in. “We have a lot to do before tonight’s rehearsal.”

As we walked through the terminal, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the wave of sounds and sights. Everywhere I turned, Korean was all around me—announcements over the speakers, groups of people chatting, and the hum of hurried footsteps. It felt like I was stepping into a whole new world, one I was excited to explore but also a little uneasy about.

There was a strange feeling settling in my chest. Maybe it was the rush of being in a place that was both foreign and familiar, or maybe it was just the jet lag kicking in. My eyes kept darting around, trying to take everything in, but something caught my attention in the crowd.

A woman with long, dark hair walked past us. She had the same way of tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that I knew all too well. For a moment, my heart stuttered. My mind immediately flashed to Eunji. Her voice, her smile, her eyes—all of it hit me in an instant. But when I blinked and focused, I realized it wasn’t her. The woman’s features were slightly different, but the resemblance was uncanny.

For a split second, I almost thought she’d turned her head and caught me staring. But she kept walking, oblivious, disappearing into the crowd.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled in my stomach. Get a grip, I told myself. It’s just someone who looks like her. But no matter how many times I repeated that, it didn’t ease the discomfort I felt.

I kept my gaze ahead, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the tightness in my chest lingered. I hadn’t realized how much seeing something familiar here would throw me off.

As we made our way through the airport, Richard led us toward a small gathering by one of the gates. There was a woman standing by a sign with the production company logo, her posture professional but relaxed. She looked to be in her mid twenties, dressed in a smart black blazer, her dark hair pulled back neatly into a low ponytail.

“Everyone, this is Jihye,” Richard said, turning to us. “She’ll be the one facilitating our communication with the K-pop group during the shoot. She’s been handling a lot of the coordination behind the scenes, so if you have any questions, she’s your go-to person.”

Jihye gave us a warm smile, but there was a no-nonsense energy about her that immediately told me she wasn’t someone you’d want to mess with. She glanced around at the crew, making eye contact with each of us before resting her gaze on me.

“Nice to meet you all,” she said, her voice calm and collected, but there was a certain sharpness to it. “I’ll be helping you with anything you need, from scheduling to liaising with the group. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

I gave a small nod in her direction, staying quiet as usual. Richard was already in full-on talking mode, filling her in on the crew’s needs for the shoot. The last thing I wanted to do was add anything to the conversation. I was here to write, not to be the one giving orders or asking too many questions.

Jihye caught my eye again, her expression a little softer this time, like she knew I wasn’t one to jump into the conversation right away. There was something familiar about her, something that put me at ease despite my usual reticence. Maybe it was the way she didn’t pressure me to speak, letting Richard take the reins while I stood back.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure everything runs smoothly,” Jihye added, giving me an encouraging smile.

I felt a small flicker of relief. She seemed like someone who could handle the chaos that was bound to come with working alongside idols, but she also understood the balance between keeping things professional and respecting the quiet ones. For once, I didn’t feel like the odd man out.

After a few minutes of walking through the bustling terminal, Jihye led us outside to the parking lot where a sleek, black private van was waiting for us. The van’s tinted windows gleamed in the midday sun, its polished exterior almost too pristine for comfort. It looked like the kind of vehicle that belonged to someone important — and judging by the number of security guards milling around, it probably did.

I could feel the weight of Seoul pressing in around me. The city was alive with an energy I wasn’t used to. Every corner of the airport buzzed with movement — the rapid steps of travelers pulling their rolling suitcases, the low hum of electric buses making their way to different terminals, and the almost musical flow of rapid Korean voices, filling the space like a constant, fluid rhythm. It was the kind of chaotic beauty you only find in a place where everything moves faster than you can keep up.

The air was thick with a slight chill, the kind of cold that sneaks in without warning and makes you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself. It smelled faintly of the city’s infamous street food, a mix of grilled meats and something sweet, but there was an underlying clean scent of freshness too — something that told me this city knew how to keep moving but also took care of itself in its own way.

As we approached the van, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between the old and new here. The glass-and-steel buildings towered overhead, some so tall they seemed to scrape the sky, while at ground level, the streets were lined with smaller, more traditional shops — bright neon signs advertising food, drinks, and clothing that I could only partially read. Cars and scooters darted between lanes, weaving in and out of traffic like a perfectly orchestrated symphony.

My eyes flickered to the faces around me — so many different people, all absorbed in their own world, and yet the city seemed to tie them all together, as if they were pieces of a larger puzzle. Some people rushed by, heads buried in their phones, while others strolled slowly, casually looking up at the tall buildings or chatting with friends. Despite the chaotic energy, there was a rhythm to the whole thing, an unspoken order that made the city feel like it was alive and breathing.

We reached the van, and Jihye quickly slid the door open. The interior was just as luxurious as the exterior, with leather seats and soft lighting that made it feel like we were stepping into a comfortable cocoon. The kind of place where you could relax, even though you were only a few steps away from a city that never seemed to stop.

As I slid into my seat, I glanced out the window once more, my thoughts lingering on the city. Seoul was nothing like where I was from. It felt big, overwhelming, and yet there was something welcoming about it too — like you were constantly part of something bigger than yourself, whether you liked it or not.

I let out a small breath and sank back into the plush seat, ready for whatever was next.

The van hummed quietly as it moved through the busy streets of Seoul, the rhythmic thrum of the tires on the asphalt providing a quiet backdrop to the conversation happening between Richard, Mrs. Henderson, and Jihye. I leaned back in my seat, eyes half-closed as the words floated around me, but I couldn’t help but catch snippets of the exchange.

“So, Jihye,” Richard began, breaking the silence, “what exactly are we going to be filming for this project? I know the studio gave us the general outline, but they’ve kept the specifics pretty vague. Is it a documentary or more of a behind-the-scenes kind of deal?”

Jihye glanced at him through the rearview mirror, her tone calm, but with an edge of professional coolness. “It’s a bit of both,” she said, her voice smooth. “The crew will be documenting some of the day-to-day activities, but it will also have a more cinematic approach. The idea is to provide an insider’s look at the idols’ lives—what it’s like to balance fame with personal struggles. Not just performances and interviews, but also the quieter, more intimate moments.”

Richard nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like a tightrope walk. Too much of the personal and you’ll cross into invasion of privacy territory, but just enough to make it relatable without losing the glamour, right?”

“Exactly,” Jihye responded. “We want to show them as real people, but we also want to maintain that sense of celebrity. It’s about balancing both sides of the coin.”

Mrs. Henderson, who had been quiet up until then, spoke up with her usual stoic demeanor. “And who exactly are we focusing on for this project? The studio hasn’t exactly made that clear, either.”

Jihye hesitated for a fraction of a second, then leaned forward slightly. “I can’t say much about who yet. My boss is the one with the final say on that. But I can tell you that it’s one of the top girl groups in Korea, one with an incredibly strong international presence.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “Top girl groups, huh? That narrows it down, but not by much.”

Jihye gave him a small, knowing smile. “I’m sure you can guess, but for now, let’s keep it under wraps. The announcement will come soon, and trust me, once you hear it, you’ll understand why this is such a big deal.” She paused, eyes briefly flickering over to me. “But you’ll be working with some very talented, very busy individuals. Expect long hours and tight schedules. The studio is banking on this to be a success.”

The van turned a corner sharply, the familiar skyscrapers of Seoul towering in the distance.

“So, let me get this straight,” Mrs. Henderson said, voice carrying the familiar no-nonsense edge that had become her signature. “We’re shadowing one of the biggest names in K-pop, and your boss expects us to create something meaningful without stepping on anyone’s toes. Got it. I’ll make sure the team is prepared for that.”

Richard chuckled and leaned back, his hand running over his stubble. “You know, Henderson, you make it sound a lot more stressful than it needs to be.”

She didn’t even flinch. “I’m just stating the facts. The rest of you can worry about the details.”

I caught a brief glimpse of Jihye’s expression in the rearview mirror. She had a slight, almost imperceptible smirk as if she’d heard this same back-and-forth a hundred times before. “Let’s just make sure we’re all ready to work hard,” she said smoothly. “There’s a lot riding on this project, and we don’t want any surprises when we get to the venue.”

Richard chuckled again, though there was an edge of seriousness in his voice this time. “No pressure, huh?”

Jihye looked out the window for a moment, her eyes narrowing as the city began to change before us — the tall buildings slowly transitioning into more intimate, city blocks as we moved closer to our destination. “None,” she said simply. “But you’ll all do fine. I’ll be there to guide you through it.”

I felt the weight of her words as she spoke. This wasn’t going to be a simple shoot. Working with top idols, even behind the scenes, meant handling everything with precision. There were no second chances in this world. You either got it right, or you didn’t.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, the anticipation hanging in the air as the van rolled toward our destination, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Who were we going to meet?

The van pulled into the hotel’s underground parking garage, and the low hum of the engine gradually slowed to a stop. The city lights filtered through the darkened windows as we made our way out of the vehicle. I had barely taken in the grandeur of the hotel when I noticed the crew starting to gather their bags and equipment.

“Let’s make sure everything is ready for the filming,” Mrs. Henderson said, her usual commanding tone cutting through the bustle of the crew. Richard nodded, already heading toward the lobby with a few others.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed toward the elevator. As I did, I saw Jihye step off to the side, phone pressed to her ear. Her calm demeanor struck me first—she wasn’t hurried or anxious, just standing there in the corner of the parking lot, speaking in soft tones that barely carried over the noise of the crew.

At first, I wasn’t paying much attention, focused more on my own thoughts. But then I caught the faintest trace of a name—something that made my stomach churn slightly, something that stopped my feet in their tracks.

“네, 엄마. 괜찮아요. ��� 지내고 있어요,” (“Yes, Mom. It's okay, I'm doing great,”) Jihye said, her voice soothing, almost affectionate. “오늘 은지 씨가 방문한다고요? 네, 공연 끝나고 꼭 보러 갈게요.” (“Eunji is visiting today? Yes, I'll definitely go see her after the show.”)

I froze. Eunji? Did she just—?

I blinked, shaking my head. I hadn’t polished my Korean in months, so it was entirely possible I’d misheard. Maybe it wasn’t Eunji. Maybe it was someone else with a similar name. But the way her voice softened at the mention of that name, the way it lingered—it didn’t feel like I was mistaken.

My gut twisted, and for a moment, I felt a surge of cold anxiety. I tried to brush it off. Maybe she was talking about someone else. It’s not like the name Eunji was unique.

I glanced over at Jihye, who was still standing with her back to me, finishing up her conversation with a reassuring, “그럼, 나중에 전화할게요...” before hanging up and sliding her phone back into her pocket. She didn’t look at me or acknowledge the brief pause I had made. ("Okay, I'll call you later...")

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but… Eunji. Her name. It sent a ripple through me.

I tried to push it out of my mind as I followed the others into the hotel, my footsteps heavier than before. I’m probably overthinking it. But deep down, I couldn’t deny the knot in my chest—the sudden, unsettling feeling that I had just overheard something important. Something that shouldn’t be ignored.

As the crew began checking in, I took a long, steadying breath, reminding myself to focus on the work ahead. I couldn’t afford distractions, not here, not now. I had to keep my head in the game.

The elevator dinged as it reached our floor, and I stepped out with Jonathan trailing behind me. We walked down the corridor to our rooms, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. The door to my room was already unlocked, and as I pushed it open, I took a quick glance around—everything was clean and modern, just like you’d expect from a hotel that catered to high-profile clients.

I dropped my bag onto the bed, the weight of it almost as heavy as the thoughts swirling in my head. I could already feel the tension building up again, a tightness in my chest that hadn’t let go since the conversation with Jihye.

Jonathan, on the other hand, seemed to be a little too cheerful for my liking. He wandered into the room with a grin plastered across his face, still full of energy despite the long travel day. He started tossing his own bags onto the bed, glancing at me every so often.

“Dude, you alright?” Jonathan’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I looked up to find him watching me, his brow furrowed in concern.

I shrugged, trying to play it off. “Yeah, just a little jet-lagged. It’s been a long day.”

He didn’t buy it. Jonathan leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, studying me carefully. “You sure? You’ve been tense ever since we landed. I get it, the whole travel thing can mess with you, but… something’s off.”

I let out a breath, trying not to make eye contact. He was right, though. I hadn’t been acting like myself. Eunji’s name kept echoing in my mind, and it was making it hard to focus. But there was no way I was about to open up to Jonathan about it. Not now, not when everything still felt so uncertain.

“I’m fine, really,” I said, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to distract myself. “Just need to get settled in. You know how it is.”

Jonathan didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press further. For a moment, there was just the sound of me unpacking and him shifting around in the room, though I could still feel his eyes on me, weighing me down.

Finally, after a few beats of silence, he threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. If you don’t wanna talk, that’s fine. But you’ve got that look—like you’re carrying a mountain on your shoulders.”

He shook his head with a half-smile. “Anyway, I’m gonna go explore the hotel a bit. We’ve still got some free time, right?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I muttered, still distracted as I set my things in the drawer. “Go ahead, check things out. I’ll catch up later.”

Jonathan nodded, obviously not fully convinced but choosing to let it go—for now. “Alright, well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Don’t spend all night staring at the walls, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” I said with a forced smile, not looking up from the suitcase.

With that, he left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was left standing there in the quiet, my chest tight and my mind swirling with thoughts I wasn’t ready to face. The last thing I wanted was to talk about it, but it was hard to escape the questions that had started creeping in.

What did Jihye mean when she mentioned Eunji? Was it just a coincidence? Or was something more going on that I wasn’t aware of?

I ran a hand through my hair and took a seat on the bed, trying to push the thoughts away. I didn’t need distractions right now. I had to focus on why I was here. The work.

I just hoped I could keep it together long enough to make it through the next few days.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, but I knew it had to be Jihye. She’d been checking on everyone since we arrived, a routine I figured she had mastered by now. I opened the door, and sure enough, there she was, standing in the hallway with a clipboard in hand, a soft yet business-like smile on her face.

“Hey, you’ve been settling in alright?” Jihye asked as she stepped inside without waiting for a response. Her tone was calm, but there was a sharpness to it, like she was always on top of things—always aware.

“Yeah, just unpacking,” I said, stepping aside to let her in. “I’m good, really.”

She nodded but didn’t respond right away. Instead, she took a quick glance around the room, probably making sure everything was in order. She didn’t look judgmental or overly observant, but she had a way of looking at everything without seeming to care, a trait that somehow felt more intimidating than any other.

“Jonathan mentioned you were more of a stay-in person. That’s fine; I know how these long days can hit you,” she said, standing by the desk and setting the clipboard down. “I wanted to go over what’s expected of you while we’re here. You’re going to be a part of the whole process—writing, coordinating with the crew, and of course, keeping in touch with the idols. You’ll need to be available when they need you, even if it’s just for notes or changes to the script. I can’t stress enough that clear communication is key. Got it?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I replied, my fingers brushing nervously against the edge of the desk. It wasn’t like I didn’t know the job—I’d been doing this for a while now—but the stakes felt higher here. Being in a completely different country, surrounded by people who weren’t my regular crew, it felt… different.

Jihye’s eyes shifted to mine, and she paused for a moment, her gaze steady. “You’re good with all that, right? I know you’re more of a quiet one, but you still need to make sure you’re vocal when something comes up. Don’t let things sit if something’s off. We’re not a ‘set it and forget it’ kind of team.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words more than I wanted to. She was right, of course. There was a lot at stake. But the quietness in me didn’t like the idea of causing a scene or being too vocal. I preferred the background, even when things were going wrong. It was easier that way.

“You’re more than capable, I can see that,” she added, giving me a brief smile before checking her clipboard again. “If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to let me know, alright? I’ll be around.”

There was a pause as Jihye flipped through the pages of her clipboard, as if she was about to leave. But then she stopped and looked at me again, this time with a more focused expression, almost like she was reading me.

“You’ve been quieter than usual,” Jihye remarked, her voice softer but still sharp. “Something on your mind?”

I immediately felt my heart drop a little. I didn’t think I had been that obvious, but of course, Jihye had a way of seeing through all that. I shifted awkwardly, trying to deflect.

“No, nothing really. Just… adjusting,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze and hoping she wouldn’t press any further. I didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to explain why I felt like I was carrying a thousand pounds in my chest since hearing Eunji’s name earlier.

But Jihye wasn’t one to let things slide easily. She took a step closer, folding her arms across her chest. “You know, I can tell when something’s bothering someone. I’m not going to let you sit there, pretending everything’s fine if it’s not. I can tell when something’s off. So, let’s hear it.”

My stomach dropped. She was right. I couldn’t hide it. I opened my mouth, then quickly shut it again, unsure of how to even begin.

“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat. I could feel my hands trembling slightly, my mind racing. “It’s nothing. Just… trying to get used to everything. It’s a lot, you know?”

Jihye studied me for a few moments, her expression unreadable, before she sighed softly, the air around us suddenly feeling heavier. “Listen, I know it’s not easy to adjust. But if something’s weighing on you, it’s better to talk about it now. You’re not going to get through this if you bottle it up. You’ve got a whole team here, and we’re all going to need each other.”

I knew she was right, but I still hesitated. I wasn’t ready to talk about Eunji, not yet. The whole situation still felt raw, and I wasn’t sure if this was the right time or place.

“I’ll be alright,” I said, my voice quieter now, more resigned than I intended. “It’s just… a little overwhelming right now. But I’ll manage.”

Jihye gave me a look, one that clearly said she didn’t buy it, but she didn’t push further. “Alright,” she said, her tone softening just a bit. “But don’t shut people out, alright? We’re a team, and I’m not going to let you slip through the cracks.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle in. She wasn’t going to let me get away with pretending everything was fine, but for now, she seemed willing to let me have my space.

With a final glance, Jihye turned to leave the room. “We’re meeting with the team in an hour. Get ready. I’ll see you downstairs.”

I watched her leave, the door clicking softly behind her. For a moment, I stood there, still trying to shake off the knot in my stomach. But Jihye’s words lingered. It was like she saw right through me. Maybe it was time to stop pretending I could handle everything alone.

After Jihye left, I sank onto the bed and glanced at the clock. The day was still young, and we had a little free time before meeting the rest of the crew downstairs. I didn’t feel like exploring the hotel just yet, so I decided to FaceTime my family. They were currently on vacation in Mexico, and I hadn’t been able to talk to them much since I left.

I grabbed my phone and hit the familiar icon, waiting for the call to connect. It didn’t take long before my mom’s face popped up on the screen, the familiar warmth in her eyes making me feel a little less alone.

“¡Hola, hijo!” my mom greeted cheerfully. “How are you? How’s Korea so far?”

“Hola, mamá,” I replied, forcing a smile as I sat up a little straighter. “I’m good, just getting used to everything. It’s a lot different than what I expected.”

She tilted her head, a concerned expression appearing on her face. “¿Estás bien? You sound a bit down. Are you adjusting okay?”

“I’m fine, really. Just… been a long day,” I said, trying to push any lingering unease aside. It wasn’t like I could tell her about Eunji and everything else.

“I hope you’re getting some rest,” my mom said, a light frown on her face. “Make sure you eat well. Don’t let yourself get too caught up in the work.”

Before I could reply, my dad’s voice suddenly came through, loud and clear. “¡Ándale, you’re talking to him again?” he joked in the background, his smile visible as he leaned into the frame. “We miss you, kid. Everything okay over there?”

“Yeah, dad,” I said, grinning at his familiar tone. “Just adjusting. It’s different from the L.A, but it’s good.”

He nodded, seeming satisfied. “Good to hear. We’re enjoying our time here in Mexico, but your mom’s been bugging me about not talking to you more. Relax, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry,” I said, feeling a little lighter just from hearing his voice.

Before I could say more, my younger sister, Camila, popped into the frame. She was grinning like she always did when she was excited about something.

“¡¡Korea!! What’s it like over there? Do you see all the K-POP idols already? Are they as pretty as they look on YouTube? What about the food? Have you tried the kimchi yet? I want to know EVERYTHING!” she blurted out, her words tumbling out so quickly that I barely had time to breathe.

I laughed softly, glad to hear her enthusiasm. “It’s… a lot quieter than you’d think. And yes, I’ve tried the kimchi—my stomach’s still recovering,” I joked, making her giggle. “But no, I haven’t met any idols yet. Just the crew, getting everything set up. I’ll tell you more once I know more.”

“Promise me you’ll bring back something cool? Like a Korean souvenir?” she asked eagerly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, smiling at her excitement. “How’s everything going there with you and mom and dad?”

“Oh, you know,” she said with a shrug, “just enjoying the beach. But I can’t wait to hear all the details when you come back!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” I replied with a chuckle, trying to keep the conversation light.

My mom, who had been listening in, gave me a warm smile. “We miss you, mijo. Take care of yourself, alright? You don’t have to be so serious all the time.”

“I’m trying, mom,” I said, my voice softening. “I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

The call ended, and I sat there for a moment, looking at the blank screen. It felt nice to hear their voices, to hear my sister’s excitement about my trip even though I didn’t feel like I had much to show for it yet. But there was something about hearing her talk so freely about the future that made me pause. Everything was so uncertain right now. The only thing I knew was that the trip, and everything about it, was going to be a lot more complicated than I had expected.

⤷

The moment I step onto the stage, I’m hit with the overwhelming energy of it all. I’m at one of the most iconic places in Korea for large-scale performances and award shows, stands before me. The huge space is filled with a buzz of activity, from the sound engineers checking equipment to the stagehands running back and forth, adjusting lights and making sure everything is in perfect working order. The walls echo with the faint hum of excitement, and it feels like the entire place is alive, preparing for something huge.

I look around and see staff members—some in black uniforms, others in casual outfits—rushing past me with clipboards and headsets. There’s an urgency in the air, a sense that everyone knows exactly what they’re doing and where they need to be. It’s all so chaotic, yet orderly, like a well-oiled machine. The massive stage looms ahead, and I can already imagine the performance that’ll take place here. I can almost hear the cheers of the audience, the faint music, and the excitement that’ll fill this cavernous space when the idols take the stage.

I take a slow step forward, my mind distracted as I try to remember the instructions from Jihye. I’m supposed to meet the rest of the crew in the meeting room, but with the crowd and the maze of hallways, I feel completely lost. Jonathan had texted me earlier saying he was pulled by Henderson, leaving me to find my way around on my own.

I walk down a narrow hallway, passing a few staff members who don’t even look up as they rush to their tasks. The overhead lights flicker slightly, casting sharp shadows against the walls, giving everything an even more hectic feel. My footsteps echo as I try to stay calm, but my anxiety is creeping in. I glance down at my phone, wishing I could just text someone to help me, but I feel a little out of place. I know my Korean isn’t great—hell, it’s barely functional—and I’m hesitant to ask anyone, afraid I might hold them up or, worse, embarrass myself.

I stop in front of a door, unsure if it’s the right one. The hallway seems endless, and the more I look around, the more I feel like I’m just walking in circles. The people moving past me are all in such a hurry, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in the way. I glance around once more, but no one looks like they have time to help me. My stomach tightens, and I take another hesitant step forward. I’m just about to turn back when I hear footsteps behind me.

Turning slightly, I notice a woman walking toward me. She’s wearing a casual black jacket, her hair styled simply but neatly, and she’s moving with purpose. For a moment, I think she might just be another staff member, like everyone else here. But as she gets closer, she notices me standing there, looking slightly lost.

“Are you looking for something?” she asks, in perfect English, her voice calm and friendly.

I’m caught off guard, and for a moment, I’m frozen, unsure of how to respond. “Uh, yeah, I’m trying to find the meeting room for the crew,” I say, my voice a little hesitant. “I’m… I’m kind of lost, actually.”

She smiles, a genuine, understanding smile that immediately puts me at ease. “It’s easy to get lost here,” she says, nodding toward the winding hallways. “This place is huge. I can help you find it.”

I nod gratefully, glad to have found someone who can help, even if I didn’t expect her to speak English so fluently. “Thank you so much,” I say, feeling a small sense of relief. “I’m… I’m just a little out of place, to be honest. The setup here is… a lot.”

She laughs softly, the sound friendly and warm. “I can imagine. It’s my first time here, too, actually. But I’ve been around enough to know my way around,” she says with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. “I’m happy to help.”

As she walks me down the hallway, I feel my nerves start to ease, even if just a little. The gentle pace at which she speaks and the way she seems comfortable in this hectic environment make me wonder if she’s part of the production team. I’m sure she must be, but I don’t want to be too nosy, especially not when I don’t even know if she’s a staff member or part of the crew. She doesn’t seem like someone who’d be tied down to this many details—she moves with such ease.

I glance at her as we continue walking, trying to read her, but she keeps her focus ahead, guiding me through the bustling halls. For a moment, I almost feel like I’m just following someone who’s in charge—someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. But the thought fades when she turns her attention back to me, noticing the anxious tension that’s still clinging to me.

“By the way,” she says, her voice light, “Don’t worry about getting lost again. You’ll be fine here. I’m sure everything will go smoothly.”

I nod, feeling even more grateful for her kindness. “Thanks again,” I say, my words genuine.

As we continue walking, she glances at me, noticing that I’ve calmed down a little, and asks, “So, what brings you around here, if you don’t mind me asking? Are you from around here?”

I hesitate for a second before responding. “No, I’m actually part of a crew from America,” I say, keeping it vague, just like we were told. “We’re here for some behind-the-scenes filming. The crew’s been working on a documentary of sorts. We’re just here to capture the experience—behind the glitz, you know?” It’s not the full story, but it’s enough to keep things simple. We don’t want to attract too much attention or stir any rumors, especially when the idols we’re filming could have their own fans or curious bystanders.

She nods thoughtfully, seeming to take my explanation at face value. “Ah, I see,” she says, and there’s a light smile on her face. “Must be exciting to be here in Seoul for something like that. It’s a busy place, that’s for sure.” She turns her attention back to leading me through the hallways, and for a moment, the noise and rush of the staff around us fades into the background.

Just then, I hear a familiar voice, one that makes me snap out of my brief respite. “There you are!” Jihye’s voice is unmistakable, and I turn to find her walking toward us with a purposeful stride. She quickly scans me up and down before giving me a small nod.

And then, her gaze flicked to the woman who was helping me.

“Ah, Jennie,” Jihye says, her tone changing slightly, more professional but still warm, as though there’s an understanding between the two. “You’re here to help him find the room? Thank you.”

Jennie doesn’t break stride, giving a polite nod. “No problem, 언니. I was just helping him get around. He looked a little lost.”

Jihye nods again, offering a brief smile. “I appreciate it. He’s still getting used to everything here.” Then, she turns her focus back to me. “Everyone else is waiting in the meeting room. You can go in with Jennie.”

I blink, a little surprised by the sudden shift. “With Jennie?” I ask before I can stop myself, but I immediately feel a little foolish for asking such a question out loud.

Jennie’s presence felt so casual, so unassuming, and now I realize she must have more of a connection to all of this than I initially thought.

She looks over at me, her smile widening. “Yeah, I’m heading that way too,” she says, her voice light. “Might as well accompany you.”

She pauses for a beat before introducing herself. “I’m Kim Jennie,” she says, her smile still soft. “I’m one of the people you’ll be filming behind the scenes for.”

I stare at her for a moment, the realization dawning on me that she’s not just some random staff member like I assumed earlier. She’s an actual idol—one of the people we’re supposed to be filming. It takes me a second to recover from my surprise, but I nod quickly, trying to hide my surprise.

“Ah, Kim Jennie,” I repeat, a little awkwardly. “Nice to meet you. I didn’t realize… I mean, I didn’t know you were part of the filming. Sorry about that.”

Jennie gives me a knowing look, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she waves off my awkwardness. “It’s okay. I’m just here to help. Let’s get to the meeting room, yeah?”

I nod, following her as we walk toward the room. Jihye stays behind, perhaps with other things to do, but I can tell that she and Jennie are already familiar with each other. The way they interact seems more natural than I initially expected, as if they’ve worked together before.

As we walk, I can’t help but feel a little out of place in all of this. Jennie seems so comfortable, so poised, even in this rushed atmosphere, and I’m just trying to keep up. Despite my awkwardness, I can’t help but feel a small wave of gratitude for her help.

Jennie’s smile lingers as she leads the way, and I follow her, still a little surprised by the situation, but also more intrigued than before.

As we enter the meeting room, I can feel the weight of the situation settling in. The room is relatively large, filled with a mixture of sleek modern furniture and tech equipment. There’s a large screen at the front, and a long table where the Korean production crew is seated, along with a few other important figures that I assume are part of the event’s organization.

The first thing that catches my eye, though, is the group of women standing off to the side and I watch Jennie walk towards them. They’re all standing in a row, their poised expressions not giving away much. The atmosphere suddenly feels heavy with anticipation.

Jihye gestures toward the group, signaling me to follow her lead. “This is the Korean production crew,” she says, her voice calm but authoritative. “They’ll be working closely with your team for this documentary. The idols you’ll be filming with are right here.”

I nod, absorbing the information, but I’m more focused on Jennie and the women she was with. Despite knowing that the idol group would be here, I hadn’t really processed that they’d be in the same room with me, not until now.

Jennie steps forward with a soft smile on her face, the kind that makes the entire room feel warmer. She exchanges a few words with her group in Korean, and I catch a glimpse of the other girls giving me small waves and smiles as they stand next to each other. Then, they turn toward our crew and perform a formal greeting, the kind of greeting I’ve seen in K-POP variety shows—sharp and full of respect.

“안녕하세요, 우리는 블랙핑크입니다!” “Hello, we are Blackpink!”

They introduce themselves one by one, starting with the oldest member.

“저는 지수입니다.” “I’m Jisoo.”

“안녕하세요, 로제입니다.” “Hello, I’m Rosé.”

“반갑습니다, 리사입니다.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Lisa.”

And then it’s Jennie’s turn. She steps forward with her usual calm and confident demeanor, but there’s a gentleness in her gaze that catches me off guard. She speaks directly to our crew, and although she’s addressing everyone, I can’t help but feel like her words are aimed at me.

“안녕하세요, 저는 제니입니다.” “Hello, I’m Jennie.”

As the group finishes their introductions, I realize I’ve been holding my breath. My heart is pounding for some reason, and I try to keep my cool, but the realization hits me all at once: I’ve been talking to Jennie, a member of Blackpink, this entire time. My face flushes with embarrassment, and I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks. All I can think is, How could I have not realized it sooner?

She’d just been so… normal. So approachable. It felt like I was just talking to another crew member, someone helping me get my bearings. And now, here she is, standing in front of me like an international star, and I feel like an absolute idiot.

Jennie catches my eye as I try my best not to visibly panic. Her smile is still as easygoing as ever, as if she hadn’t just blown my mind. But I can’t look away from her. I talked to her like she was just some regular person, and I’m pretty sure I embarrassed myself in the process…

I look away quickly, trying to compose myself. Get it together, you’re here for a job, I remind myself, but it’s hard to focus when I can feel the weight of their gazes on me now that the introductions are over. Everyone knows who they are—Blackpink, one of the most successful K-POP groups in the world—and I’m here… just a random scriptwriter trying not to make a fool of myself.

Jihye, after the women introduced themselves, steps in. She nods toward Blackpink. “As I mentioned before, your role will be to document the behind-the-scenes aspects of this production. The Korean production team here will be helping us coordinate everything with the girl’s schedules. We’ll also be working on getting interviews with the girls at certain points. As usual, we’ll keep things flexible, but we expect full cooperation from everyone.”

Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and Jennie listen intently, nodding in agreement. Jennie gives me a reassuring smile, which only adds to the conflict I’m feeling inside—how can she be this calm when I’m over here about to lose it?

The room fills with brief chatter, and I take a small step back, my eyes darting around the room. It’s hard to focus on anything else when Jennie keeps crossing my mind. She’s famous. This is a big deal. And I’ve just been having casual conversations with her like she’s another crew member. I try to shake off the feeling, but it lingers.

After the meeting wraps up, Blackpink stands up and begins to make their way out of the room, their team quickly following behind them. The atmosphere shifts from formal introductions to a focused and high-energy buzz as they prepare for their upcoming performance. I watch them go, noticing how they move with such precision, as though they’ve done this thousands of times. It’s impressive, really.

“Alright, time for the girls to get ready,” Jihye announces to the group. “You all can stay and watch the performance, but we need to stay out of their way. Don’t bother them unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

Our crew begins to shuffle out of the room, heading toward various areas where they can catch a glimpse of the performance or set up for the next phase of filming. Jonathan waves at me as he walks past. “Come on, man! It’s a killer show, you should check it out!” he calls out, his usual upbeat energy making it hard to refuse.

But instead of joining the others, I hesitate. I’m still a bit rattled from the whole introduction and the whole ‘I’m working with Blackpink’ realization. Plus, I don’t really feel like I belong in the midst of it all. So I make my way over to a seat in the corner of the room where there’s a small TV screen set up, showing the live feed from the main stage.

I sit down, placing my notebook and pen on the table in front of me, but as I stare at the screen, I realize just how out of place I feel. The stage is lit up with flashy lights, the music blasting through the speakers, and I’m just… sitting here, trying to piece together what I’m supposed to be doing.

I’ve worked on scripts before, but never anything like this. A documentary about K-POP idols? I know next to nothing about K-POP. All I know is the basics—the big names, the trends. But writing a documentary? Writing about them? I don’t even know where to start. It’s not like I can just make up some narrative about their lives—this is real. These are real people, and they’ve worked hard for what they’ve got. I can’t just churn out some generic script about ‘fame and glory.’ That feels disrespectful.

I sigh and flip through my notebook, scanning the empty pages. The pressure is mounting. I can hear the crew talking outside the door, prepping for their shots, but I feel distant from it all. I don’t belong here. I’m not even sure how to approach the documentary aspect. What do I write about? The training? The pressure? The sacrifices? I haven’t even spoken to Blackpink much, aside from a few words during the introductions. What could I possibly write when I’m just an observer?

I glance at the TV again, watching as different groups perform until eventually Blackpink takes the stage. The crowd cheers loudly, their faces glowing with excitement. The girls step into position, their synchronization flawless. The music starts, and their performance begins.

The cameras zoom in on each of them—Jisoo, Rosé, Lisa, and Jennie. They’re confident, they’re talented, and they’ve worked their asses off to get here. I can feel the energy in the room, even from this distance, and a part of me feels… inspired. Still, the words aren’t coming to me. What do I even say about them? What’s the story here?

The TV screen shows close-ups of Jennie, her movements sharp and graceful, and for a brief moment, I forget about everything else. She looks like she’s in her element, and despite all the fame, she’s focused on the performance. It’s… mesmerizing.

As the song continues, I feel a little less like an outsider. Maybe that’s what this documentary needs. Not some grand narrative about fame and fortune, but the journey. The hard work. The dedication. The personal sacrifices.

I scribble down a few notes—nothing major yet, just fragments of ideas. But it’s a start. I’ll figure it out. I have to.

Jonathan pops his head back in after a while, catching me scribbling down notes in the corner. “You good, man?” he asks, a grin on his face. “You missed the best part of the performance! I swear, Blackpink’s energy is unmatched.”

I look up and force a smile. “Yeah, I’m good,” I reply, trying to act like I’m not just completely lost. “Just… working through some ideas. Trying to figure out what angle we’re taking for this documentary.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. “No worries, dude. It’ll come to you. You’re a scriptwriter, right? Just think about it like any other project. They’re real people with real stories. All you gotta do is capture that.”

I nod slowly, grateful for his reassurance. “Yeah, you’re right. I just… I feel kind of out of my depth here, you know?”

He laughs, not unkindly. “You’re fine, man. Just remember what you’re here to do. Get the story. Whatever that is, you’ll find it.”

I watch as he walks off to join the rest of the crew. I look back at the TV, watching as Blackpink finishes their performance. They’re so polished, so professional. It’s hard to believe that they were once just trainees, struggling to make it.

The awarding ceremony concludes in a grand finale—flashing lights, deafening cheers, and a sea of idols and staff flooding backstage. The energy is still electric, the excitement lingering even as everyone begins to move back into their respective spaces. It’s a world I still don’t feel like I fully belong in, so I take the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

With my notebook tucked under my arm, I weave through the crowd, my mind already drifting back to my empty hotel room. I need to process everything, figure out how to piece this documentary together. Maybe if I just—

And then, I see her.

My feet stop moving. My breathing halts. The entire world narrows to a single point in front of me.

Jihye walks past the crowd, her head slightly tilted towards the person beside her as they talk animatedly. And that person—her—is a ghost I thought I’d never see again.

Eunji. In all her glory.

Her hair is different, slightly shorter than I remember, but everything else is exactly the same. The way she gestures when she speaks, the subtle tilt of her head when she listens, the quiet grace in her posture. Even in a crowd of celebrities, producers, and staff, she stands out like she always did to me.

I don’t think she’s noticed me yet. My heart is pounding so loudly I can barely hear anything else. I should leave. I should turn around and leave.

And then, her eyes meet mine.

It happens so fast, yet it feels like everything slows down in that moment.

Her steps falter. Her voice dies mid-sentence.

Jihye, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, continues walking for another step or two before she realizes Eunji has stopped.

I don’t know what expression I have right now. Shock? Pain? Confusion? But I know what I see on her face.

Surprise. Hesitation. And beneath it all, something deeper. Something unreadable.

She doesn’t move. Neither do I.

For a second, it’s just us in this entire building, in this entire city, in this entire world. The last time we looked at each other like this… it was when we said goodbye. And now, here we are. Face to face again.

Jihye follows Eunji’s gaze, her brows knitting together in mild confusion at first. But then, her eyes shift back and forth between us, and I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she starts piecing things together.

Eunji reacts quickly, grabbing Jihye’s arm in an attempt to pull her away, as if this encounter could simply be avoided by walking in the opposite direction. But Jihye is faster. With a firm tug, she pulls Eunji towards me.

I barely have time to react before they’re standing right in front of me, closer than I ever expected to be to Eunji again.

My breath catches. My pulse is erratic.

Jihye stares at me, her expression shifting from confusion to realization in mere seconds. And then, it clicks.

I see it in her face—the way her lips part slightly, her shoulders tensing as if the final puzzle piece has just snapped into place.

I know exactly what she’s thinking.

I’m him.

I’m the guy.

The ex-boyfriend of her little sister.

She remembers. The stories, the late-night talks, the heartbreak Eunji went through two years ago. And now, here I am.

I try to say something—anything—but my voice fails me. My throat locks up. My thoughts are an absolute mess.

Jihye, however, wastes no time.

“Wait,” she starts, pointing a finger at me, “is this why you’ve been acting weird?”

I blink. “What?”

“This. Right here,” she gestures between me and Eunji, her tone laced with something between incredulity and frustration. “Is this why you’ve been acting off ever since we landed? Because you knew she was here?”

My body goes rigid. No, that’s not—

“I—no,” I immediately deny, shaking my head. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know she was here.”

Jihye narrows her eyes. “Then what? You expect me to believe this is just some huge coincidence?”

“I overheard you say her name,” I admit, exhaling sharply. “Back at the hotel. On the phone. But I wasn’t sure. I haven’t kept up with—”

My voice falters.

I steal a glance at Eunji.

She hasn’t said a word. She’s just staring at me.

I can’t read her expression. Is she angry? Shocked? Conflicted? I don’t know. But right now, standing this close to her, I’m remembering everything. The sound of her laughter. The way she’d rest her head on my shoulder after a long day. The way she’d whisper my name when she thought I was asleep.

And suddenly, it feels like no time has passed at all.

Eunji lets out a quiet sigh and places a hand on Jihye’s arm. “언니,” she says softly, her voice steady yet firm. “You’re stressing yourself out.”

Jihye blinks, snapping her attention back to her sister.

And then—she laughs.

It’s not a joyful laugh, nor is it a bitter one. It’s that kind of laugh you let out when you realize just how absurd a situation is.

“God,” Jihye exhales, pinching the bridge of her nose. “This is insane.”

Neither I nor Eunji deny it. Because she’s right.

What are the chances? Of all the people, of all the projects, of all the circumstances that could’ve led us anywhere else—we ended up here. Face to face again, two years later, in a country neither of us thought we would see each other in.

Jihye looks between us, hesitating. Then she sighs, reluctantly stepping back.

“I’ll… give you guys a minute,” she mutters, pointing at me with a warning look. “But don’t think for a second we won’t be talking about this later.”

And with that, she leaves.

Then, silence.

Awkward. Heavy. Unbearable.

Eunji shifts, crossing her arms loosely, avoiding my gaze. I rub the back of my neck, suddenly hyperaware of the loud chatter in the background, the distant sounds of staff and idols bustling around backstage.

“So…” she starts hesitantly. “How have you been?”

I exhale. “Good. You?”

She nods. “Good.”

Another pause.

I clear my throat. “You… cut your hair.”

She blinks, then lifts a hand to brush a few strands behind her ear. “Yeah. I did.”

A beat.

“Oh. You dyed yours?”

I let out a short chuckle, glancing at the dark brown locks that had once been jet black. “Yeah.”

Another pause.

Neither of us really knows what to say.

We’re just dancing around the obvious, sticking to meaningless small talk because we don’t know how to address the fact that two years ago, we were each other’s everything.

And then—I see it.

Hanging just above the neckline of her blouse, resting lightly against her collarbone, was something I never thought I’d see again.

The necklace.

The very same silver pendant necklace I had given her for her birthday two years ago.

My breath catches for a moment. I should think before I speak. I should just keep it to myself, ignore it, pretend I didn’t see it—

But I don’t.

“You still wear that?” I ask without thinking.

Eunji stiffens.

Her fingers immediately go to the pendant, clutching it as if just now realizing it was still there.

For the first time in this entire conversation, she looks flustered.

Eunji’s fingers remain curled around the pendant, as if its presence suddenly weighed heavier against her skin.

I exhale sharply, rubbing the back of my neck. There’s too much to say. Too much to address. Two years of unspoken words hanging between us like an invisible thread stretched so thin that one wrong move could snap it completely.

But I have to ask.

“Did you?” I finally manage to say, my voice quieter than I intended.

Eunji blinks, confused. “Did I what?”

I swallow, feeling my throat dry up. But I force the words out anyway.

“Did you move on?”

She parts her lips slightly, but nothing comes out at first. And that alone is enough of an answer.

My heart clenches. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. It’s been two years. We’ve had two years to move on. She should have.

I should have.

But I realize now—I never truly did.

I didn’t move on. I just kept moving. Moving forward, moving past, moving away from anything that reminded me of the pain. I let my work consume me because if I kept my hands busy enough, if I filled my mind with new projects, new places, new people, maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t feel the empty space she left behind.

Eunji shifts, her fingers now fidgeting with the chain of her necklace.

She looks like she wants to say something.

I know that look.

I know it because she’s never been the type to hesitate. She’s always been straightforward. Always the one to say exactly what she means, never holding back, never second-guessing herself.

But right now? Right now, she looks like she’s struggling.

Like whatever words she wants to say are lodged deep in her throat, unable to escape.

And I realize—this is just how it’s going to be now.

A past that we can’t rewrite. A conversation filled with words left unsaid. A distance that two years carved between us, leaving behind a canyon too wide to cross.

Before either of us can break the silence again, Jihye’s voice cuts through.

“은지....” (“Eunji…”)

I turn to see Jihye approaching, her sharp eyes flickering between us, immediately sensing the tension that lingered in the air.

“Mom just called,” she tells Eunji, arms crossed. “She wants you to go home, you have that meeting with one of the company managers at eight o’ clock.”

Eunji hesitates. Just for a second.

She glances at me—just briefly—and I see it.

She doesn’t want to leave.

But she nods. “Okay.”

She turns back to me, lips pressing together. There’s so much more that could be said. So much more that should be said.

But all she gives me is a soft, “Goodbye.”

I try to say it back. I really do.

But my throat closes up, and the words never make it past my lips. I watch her walk away, feeling the same hollowness in my chest that I did two years ago.

And then—I feel it.

The weight of Jihye’s stare.

I don’t even have to look at her to know exactly what kind of expression she’s wearing. This was a bandaid that had to be ripped off.

Jihye exhales through her nose, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check. She looks at me, arms crossed, eyes sharp but not unkind. Assessing.

“We’ll talk later,” she states, leaving no room for debate. “Once I’m done with what I need to do.”

I don’t respond immediately. I’m still trying to process everything—Eunji, the necklace, the fact that she hesitated.

Jihye tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly. “I mean it. I expect you in your hotel room later. And I expect you to be actually ready to talk.”

I nod stiffly, my throat too tight to form words.

Satisfied, Jihye doesn’t linger. She turns swiftly and walks off, her pace quick, efficient, leaving me behind like a storm that just passed—but one I know will circle back soon.

And that’s when it really hits me.

The tightness in my chest expands. The pressure in my head grows unbearable. My breathing feels shallow, uneven, like I can’t quite get enough air. Everything feels too loud, too sharp, too much.

And then—

The sound of retching fills the bathroom of my hotel room.

The force of it sends sharp pains through my ribs, my stomach twisting as I retch again. My hands grip the sides of the bowl, knuckles white. I can’t breathe.

I reach out blindly, fumbling for my phone that had fallen onto the bathroom floor. The screen is still lit, the call timer running.

A voice crackles through the speaker.

“Jesus, at least mute the phone if you’re gonna throw up.”

A groan leaves my throat as I drop my forehead against my arm. “Not now, Valeria.”

Valeria—one of my oldest friends. Someone who has seen me at my worst more times than I can count. And yet, this might just take the cake.

Her voice, though teasing, is gentle. “I get it, dude. It’s a lot.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. She doesn’t even know the half of it.

There’s a rustling sound on her end, like she’s shifting positions. “So. You saw her?”

A harsh, humorless laugh escapes me. “Yeah.”

She exhales. “And?”

I drag a hand down my face, feeling the lingering sting of bile in my throat.

And?

And I feel like I just reopened a wound that I convinced myself had already healed. Like two years of pretending to be fine just shattered within a single second.

Like I’m nineteen again, standing in the middle of an airport, watching the love of my life walk away from me.

I don’t say any of that.

Instead, I whisper, “I think I’m gonna be sick again.”

Valeria sighs into the speaker, the sound crackling through my phone. “Alright, let’s break this down.”

I rub my forehead, leaning my back against the cool bathroom wall. Here we go.

“It’s been two years,” she starts. “Two. Whole. Years.” She lets that sit for a second. “And neither of you reached out to each other in that time. That should already tell you something.”

I clench my jaw. I know.

“I mean, if either of you really wanted to fix things, don’t you think something would’ve happened already?”

I don’t answer.

She exhales again, softer this time. “Look, I’m not saying that to be an ass, alright? I just think… if she really wanted to find you, she would have. And if you really wanted to find her, you would have.”

I shut my eyes. “I wasn’t—I’m not ready.”

“Yeah?” Valeria challenges. “And what if she wasn’t ready either?”

That makes my stomach twist.

Silence hangs between us for a moment before she speaks again. “But, here’s the thing,” she continues. “She was still wearing that damn necklace, wasn’t she?”

My fingers instinctively brush against my collarbone—a phantom feeling.

Valeria clicks her tongue. “So maybe she’s on the same footing as you. Just… handling it better. Then again, Eunji was always the better half in your relationship when it came to dealing with shit.”

I let out a flat, unamused laugh. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

She chuckles. “Anytime.”

I tilt my head back, staring up at the ceiling. I hate how much sense she makes. Then, Valeria’s voice dips into something more serious.

“But let’s get real here,” she says, pausing. “What do you want to do?”

I stiffen.

She doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Do you still want to reach out to her? If you do, what would you even say? What’s left to talk about?”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

She keeps going. “Is this really what you want? Or is this just something to fill that void you refuse to acknowledge?”

I swallow hard.

Valeria doesn’t pull punches. She never has. But this? This is a direct hit.

The problem is, I don’t know the answer.

I press the heel of my palm against my temple, trying to will away the pressure building inside my skull. My stomach is still in knots, my body still tense from the conversation. Valeria’s words echo over and over, but I can’t grasp onto them long enough to process them fully.

Because all I can see is her.

Eunji.

The way the light hit her hair just right, revealing subtle strands of color I didn’t remember being there before. The way her lips parted in the slightest when she saw me, eyes widening in an expression I couldn’t quite place—regret? confusion?

She still looked like her. And yet, she also looked… different. More refined, more mature, like time had shaped her into someone new. But at the same time, all I could see was the girl I used to hold in my arms, the one who would scrunch her nose when she laughed too hard, the one who used to steal my hoodies because she swore they were softer than hers.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. I still see her standing there. Still wearing the necklace I gave her.

My chest tightens. That necklace—it was supposed to be a promise. A piece of me she could keep even when we were apart. And yet, after all this time, after everything… she still wears it?

Does it mean anything? Or is it just a habit?

I shake my head, exhaling shakily. God, I missed her. I missed seeing her face. Hearing her voice. But now that I’ve seen her again, it only makes everything worse. Because I know, deep down, I never really let her go.

Knock. Knock.

I blink out of my daze, reality crashing back in like a slap to the face.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, lifting my phone back up to my ear. “Hey, Val—someone’s at the door. I gotta go.”

“Ah, is this your big talk with the sister-in-law?” Valeria teases, but her voice remains laced with concern.

“Most likely, I just hope she isn’t too mad about this…” I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

Valeria hums knowingly. “Listen, don’t freak out. This is going to set the tone for how you handle the next few weeks. You need to figure out what you want to do. Avoidance isn’t gonna work forever.”

Her words sink into me like dead weight. She’s right, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting heavy in my chest.

“…Yeah. Thanks,” I mutter, knowing she can hear the exhaustion in my voice.

“Anytime. Now go. And don’t throw up again.”

I scoff at that, shaking my head before hanging up. With a deep breath, I straighten up and glance at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face is still a little pale, but at least I don’t look like complete shit anymore. Good enough.

I step out into the hotel room, my pulse quickening as I make my way to the door. I hesitate for a brief moment before finally gripping the handle and pulling it open.

And just as expected—Jihye stands on the other side, looking more pissed off than usual.

Which is never a good sign.

Her sharp gaze lands on me immediately, eyes scanning my face like she’s searching for something. I barely have a chance to react before she exhales sharply, her expression shifting as if she’s trying to rein herself in. “Can I come in?”

I nod stiffly, stepping aside to let her through. My body feels stiff—awkward—as I close the door behind her.

Jihye takes a few steps inside, hands tucked into her coat pockets as she sweeps her gaze across the room. But then, her eyes settle on me again, and I feel myself tense under her scrutiny.

“You’ve changed,” she finally says, tilting her head slightly. “Didn’t have dyed hair two years ago.”

I resist the urge to touch my head.

“And the beard,” she continues, crossing her arms. “That’s new, too. Not to mention how you dress now…” She looks me up and down, and I suddenly feel uncomfortably exposed.

“You’re not the same kid my little sister fell in love with two years ago. The photos she showed me displayed a kid who seem to be confident.”

Her words hit like a gut punch. A reminder. A truth I’ve been avoiding. Because the thing is—I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

I let Jihye’s words settle in the air, feeling the weight of them pressing down on my chest. I’m not the same guy Eunji fell in love with. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be.

But before I can dwell on that thought any longer, something else gnaws at me—something I should’ve realized sooner.

“I never knew you were Eunji’s sister,” I admit, frowning slightly. “I mean, I never saw you at family dinners or in any of the pictures she showed me.”

Jihye exhales sharply, like she expected this. “That’s because I’m her step-sister.”

I blink.

“She didn’t know either,” she adds before I can even open my mouth to ask. “Not until the year she was getting ready to leave America.”

I stare at her, stunned. “She never mentioned having a step-sister.”

Jihye lets out a humorless chuckle, finally moving to sit down on the small couch in my hotel room. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, hands clasped together. “Not surprising. I wasn’t exactly welcomed into the family for the first twenty-five years of my life.”

She says it so matter-of-factly, but there’s something bitter—something tired—underneath it.

“She found out more about it when she came home. I practically forced myself into her life because I figured it was my last chance to amend whatever relationship we could have left.”

I don’t know what to say.

I never once considered that Eunji had family drama—she never talked about it. Whenever she mentioned home, she always spoke about her mother, about traditions, about how much she missed it. But not this.

Not Jihye.

“…I had no idea,” I murmur, rubbing the back of my neck.

“It’s not exactly dinner table conversation,” Jihye says with a sigh. She leans back against the couch, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, are we?”

My throat goes dry.

She tilts her head slightly. “You looked like you were about to pass out when you saw her. Are you going to do something about it?” she asks, her voice steady, unwavering. “Because I need to know.”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out.

The silence between us feels suffocating, like an invisible rope tightening around my throat. Jihye’s question lingers in the air, heavy and unmoving.

Are you going to do something about it?

I try to speak, but my throat locks up. My fingers twitch against my jeans, and I clench my jaw to keep from fidgeting too much. It’s a bad habit I’ve had since I was a kid—whenever I’m cornered, whenever I feel exposed, my body betrays me in little ways. A clenched fist. A twitch in my jaw. A breath held too long.

Jihye doesn’t look away. She’s dissecting me, pulling me apart with just her eyes.

“I…” I clear my throat, forcing myself to sit up straighter. “I don’t know.”

Her expression doesn’t change, but I see the way her fingers tap against her knee impatiently. “That’s not good enough.”

I press my palms against my thighs, grounding myself. “I didn’t even know she was here. I didn’t think—” My voice falters, and I exhale sharply through my nose. “I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.”

Jihye exhales slowly, as if she’s trying to hold onto whatever patience she has left. “So, what now? You’re just going to pretend she’s not here?”

I drag a hand through my hair, gripping the strands at the back of my head. “What the hell do you want me to say?” I snap, though there’s no real heat behind it. Just exhaustion. Frustration. “That I’ve been miserable for two years? That I never stopped thinking about her? That seeing her just now made me feel like I got punched in the goddamn chest?”

Jihye raises a brow. “Well, at least you’re honest.”

I let out a bitter laugh and shake my head. “What does it even matter?” I mutter. “She—she looks good. She looks happy. What the hell am I supposed to do about that?”

Jihye crosses her arms. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

I glance away, staring at the floor. My leg starts bouncing, and I immediately force it to stop. “It’s been two years,” I say quietly. “She never reached out. I never reached out. Maybe that’s all the answer I need.”

For the first time, Jihye’s sharp expression softens. Just slightly. “You really believe that?”

I hesitate. Do I?

The memory of her still wearing that damn necklace flashes in my mind. The one thing I thought she would’ve thrown away the second she moved on.

I exhale through my nose and shake my head. “I don’t know,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jihye studies me for a long moment before sighing. “Look,” she says, her tone less intense now. “I don’t know what happened between you two, and frankly, I don’t really care.” She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees again. “But I care about Eunji.”

Something about the way she says that makes my stomach twist.

“If you’re going to do something—if you’re going to talk to her, bring up the past, whatever—” Jihye levels me with a stare. “Don’t half-ass it.”

I blink. “What?”

She straightens up. “If you’re going to open that door again, make damn sure you’re ready for whatever’s on the other side,” she says firmly. “Because I’m not going to stand by and watch you screw with her emotions.”

My jaw tightens. “I would never do that.”

Jihye doesn’t back down. “Then figure out what you want. Soon.” She stands up, brushing invisible lint off her blazer. “Because whether you like it or not, you’re going to be in the same damn space as her for the next few weeks.”

That thought alone makes my pulse spike.

Before I can say anything else, Jihye heads for the door, stopping just before she opens it. She glances over her shoulder, eyes sharp once more.

“I’ll be expecting an answer,” she says. Then, without another word, she leaves.

As soon as the door shuts behind her, I let out a shaky breath and rub my hands down my face. My heart is still racing. I don’t have an answer. And I don’t know if I ever will.

⤷

The night air is crisp, cool against my skin as I shove my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket. Sleep never came, not with my mind running in circles, replaying everything—Jihye’s words, Eunji’s face, the weight of the past suddenly slamming into me like a freight train.

So I left.

I don’t even remember deciding to go for a walk. My feet just moved on their own, taking me further and further away from the hotel until I found myself here—some small park tucked away in a quieter part of the city.

The dim glow of streetlights casts long shadows over the pavement, and the air smells faintly of damp earth and leaves. It’s empty, unsurprisingly. Too late for kids, too cold for late-night joggers. The only sound is the occasional rustle of wind through the trees and the distant hum of passing cars.

I sit down on one of the swings, letting my legs dangle as I lean forward, elbows resting on my knees. The metal chains creak softly under my weight.

My thoughts swirl, tangled and suffocating.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I press my fingers against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. Maybe I should just—

A voice cuts through the silence.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I jolt upright, my head snapping toward the sound.

Standing a few feet away, illuminated by the pale glow of a streetlamp, is Jennie.

She’s dressed casually—an oversized hoodie, leggings, sneakers—but even like this, she looks effortlessly put together. Her dark hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and in the faint light, her eyes gleam with quiet amusement.

I blink, caught completely off guard. “Uh—”

Jennie tilts her head. “You okay?”

I exhale, rubbing the back of my neck. “I—yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

She hums knowingly, stepping closer until she’s standing just beside the swing set. “Same.”

I glance up at her, raising a brow. “You also take late-night walks to random parks?”

A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. “Only when my brain won’t shut up.”

I huff out a laugh, though there’s no real humor in it. “Yeah. I get that.”

For a moment, neither of us says anything. The silence is surprisingly comfortable, broken only by the occasional creak of the swing as I shift my weight.

Then, Jennie nods toward the empty swing beside me. “Mind if I sit?”

I shake my head. “Go ahead.”

She settles onto the swing, wrapping her hands around the cold metal chains. She leans back slightly, pushing off just enough for the swing to move faintly.

“So,” she says after a beat, tilting her head toward me. “What’s keeping you up?”

I hesitate, my fingers tightening around the edge of the swing.

For some reason, with Jennie sitting here—someone I barely know, someone who has no real ties to my past—it feels… easier. Easier to talk, even if I don’t know what to say yet.

I let out a slow breath.

“Just… old memories,” I murmur. “Ones I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with again.”

Jennie doesn’t push. She just nods, her expression thoughtful.

“I get that,” she says softly. “More than you think.”

And somehow, I believe her.

Jennie kicks at the ground lightly, making the swing sway ever so slightly. The cold air nips at my skin, but it doesn’t feel as suffocating as it did earlier.

I clear my throat, trying to shift the conversation to something less… emotionally taxing. “You, uh—your performance earlier was great. The whole show, really.”

Jennie turns her head toward me, an amused glint in her eyes. “Yeah?”

I nod, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t know much about K-pop or how these performances usually go, but you guys had the crowd wrapped around your finger.”

She chuckles. “That’s kind of the goal.”

I huff out a laugh. “Well, mission accomplished. It was insane watching it all come together.”

Jennie tilts her head slightly, watching me. “You’re part of the documentary crew, right? So, does that mean you’ll be working with us closely?”

“Uh, yeah. Kind of,” I admit. “I’m the scriptwriter, so I’ll mostly be working behind the scenes. Trying to piece together something good for the documentary.”

She hums, rocking back and forth on the swing. “That sounds tough.”

“You have no idea,” I mutter.

Jennie grins. “So, do you think you’ll be able to write something nice about us?”

I let out a small laugh, though I can’t help but be honest. “I hope so. I still don’t really know what angle to go with yet.”

Jennie nods in understanding, then nudges my shoulder lightly. “Well, if you need any inspiration, you should just watch us more. See how we work, how we interact. It might give you something to work with.”

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” I admit.

She smirks. “I know. I’m full of good ideas.”

I shake my head, but I can’t help the small smile that creeps onto my face.

For someone as famous as she is, Jennie is surprisingly easy to talk to. She doesn’t carry that untouchable aura that celebrities tend to have. She feels… real. Approachable.

For a moment, the conversation lulls, and I find myself just… looking at her.

The way the dim park lights cast a soft glow on her skin, the way the night breeze gently tousles her hair. Even dressed casually, without the glitz and glamour of the stage, Jennie has this effortless beauty to her. But beyond that, there’s a warmth—something about the way she carries herself, the way she speaks so easily, makes her feel more real than the larger-than-life figure I saw on stage just hours ago.

Before I can stop myself, my gaze lingers a little too long, and that’s when she catches me.

Her eyes flick toward me, and a slow smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. “Are you staring at me?”

Shit.

I immediately look away, clearing my throat. “What? No. Just… thinking.”

“Thinking?” Jennie echoes, tilting her head playfully. “About what, exactly?”

I hesitate. “Uh… about how I’m going to structure the documentary.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Uh-huh. Sure. Because that definitely explains why you were looking at me like that.”

I groan, rubbing the back of my neck. “Alright, fine. You caught me. You’re just—uh—you’re really pretty.”

Jennie blinks, momentarily surprised, before her smirk returns—this time with a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh? Really pretty, huh?”

I roll my eyes, feeling the heat creep up my neck. “Don’t make this weird.”

She lets out a soft laugh, nudging me with her shoulder. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.” Then, with a teasing tilt of her head, she adds, “But I’ll take the compliment. Thanks.”

I shake my head, exhaling a small chuckle. “Yeah, yeah.”

Jennie grins, clearly enjoying herself, and somehow, despite my embarrassment, I find that I don’t really mind. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m not drowning in my own thoughts.

She swings her legs slightly, her sneakers scuffing against the dirt beneath the swing set. “You know,” she starts, her voice softer than before, “people always assume that being famous is this perfect, glamorous thing. That it’s all just money, lights, and screaming fans.”

I listen, watching as she tilts her head back to look at the sky. “And is it?” I ask.

She lets out a small, thoughtful hum. “It can be,” she admits. “But no one really talks about the other side of it. The pressure, the expectations, the way people start seeing you as an image rather than a person.” She exhales, a faint cloud forming in the cold night air. “Sometimes, it feels like you have to be perfect all the time. And if you’re not, the world won’t let you forget it.”

I let her words sink in. The way she speaks about it—it’s not bitter, but it carries a weight that most people probably never think about. “I guess that’s the difference between fame and success,” I say after a moment.

Jennie looks at me, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

I shrug, glancing down at my hands. “Fame is just… attention. People looking at you, talking about you. But success? That’s something you can actually hold onto. It’s the work you put in, the things you create, the people you affect. One lasts. The other fades.”

She studies me, her expression unreadable at first. Then, a slow smile tugs at her lips. “That’s… a really interesting way to look at it,” she says, and for some reason, that makes my chest feel a little lighter.

There’s a pause, not awkward but contemplative, before I glance at her again. “For the documentary,” I start, shifting the subject slightly, “what would you want to be included?”

Jennie blinks at me, caught off guard. “What I’d want?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “If this is supposed to be a behind-the-scenes look at you and the group, what do you want people to actually see?”

She falls quiet, truly thinking about it. It’s a rare sight—seeing someone who always seems to have an answer for everything suddenly deep in thought. Finally, after a long moment, she speaks.

“I guess… I’d want them to see us as real people,” she says, her voice softer now. “Not just idols, not just performers on a stage, but who we are when the cameras aren’t on. The things we laugh about, the stupid inside jokes, the moments when we’re just… normal.”

I nod slowly, taking in her words. “That sounds like something worth showing.”

She smiles at me then, something genuine and warm. “Yeah. I think so too.”

Jennie leans back slightly on the swing, her fingers gripping the chains as she thinks. “Since I know our schedule, I can probably suggest a few things that might work for the documentary,” she says. “Obviously, you’ll be seeing a lot of our rehearsals and performances, but I feel like that’s only half of who we are.”

I nod, listening intently. “Yeah, I imagine a lot of people already see that side of you in public. What else do you think would be worth showing?”

She tilts her head, considering. “Well… you could visit our dorm.” She glances at me, gauging my reaction. “I mean, you’d have to get it cleared with management and all that, but it might be good for the documentary. Show people how we live, what we do when we’re not on stage.”

I raise an eyebrow, surprised by the suggestion. “You’d really be okay with that? Letting cameras into your personal space?”

Jennie shrugs with a small smile. “I think so. As long as it’s not invasive. I mean, people see us all the time when we’re dressed up, performing, doing interviews. But they never really get to see the in-between moments. Like when we’re just hanging out in pajamas, arguing over what to order for dinner, or making fun of each other for dumb things.”

A small chuckle escapes me at that last part. “That actually sounds… kind of nice.”

“It is,” she says, her eyes flickering with a certain fondness. “I think that’s what a lot of fans love to see, too. The human side of us. And honestly, I’d rather be seen that way than as some untouchable figure.”

I take a moment to absorb what she’s saying. It’s refreshing, really—hearing someone like Jennie, someone who’s constantly in the spotlight, want to be seen as just… normal. “I’ll bring it up with my team,” I say. “I don’t know how flexible your management will be, but if it works out, I think it would be a great addition.”

Jennie beams at that, and for a second, I catch myself just looking at her. The way the soft glow of the streetlights makes her features stand out, the way her eyes seem brighter when she’s talking about something she cares about.

She notices once again. “You’re staring,” she teases, tilting her head.

I blink, immediately looking away. “I was just—” I clear my throat. “I was just thinking about what you said.”

She giggles, clearly amused by my reaction. “Right. Sure.”

I shake my head, a small, embarrassed smile forming despite myself. “You know, I’m really not used to this kind of thing.”

Jennie leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. “What? Talking to idols?”

“Talking to people,” I admit.

She laughs softly, but it’s not mocking. “Well, you’re doing just fine.”

For some reason, that makes me feel at ease. Like, even with everything weighing me down, I can at least breathe a little easier in this moment.

The air between us shifts as Jennie’s tone softens, her eyes studying me more intently now. “Hey,” she says, her voice quiet, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… is everything alright? I mean, I don’t know if it’s okay to ask, but I can’t help but feel like something’s been bothering you.”

I hesitate, feeling the weight of her gaze and the genuine concern in her words. It’s unexpected, really, and for a moment, I think about just brushing it off. But something about this quiet, open space—this park at night, just the two of us—feels like it’s inviting me to talk.

“Honestly,” I start, letting out a quiet breath, “I’ve just been dealing with some stuff. It’s… been hard, but nothing I really want to get into right now.”

Jennie nods, but there’s still that hint of concern on her face. She tilts her head slightly, giving me a thoughtful look. “I get it,” she says softly. “Sometimes it helps to just talk about it, though. You know, instead of holding it in.”

I give her a small, awkward smile, not sure how to go deeper without really unloading everything I’ve been carrying. “It’s not exactly easy for me to talk about stuff like this. I don’t usually… I don’t know, let people in.”

Her expression softens even more. “I get it. It’s not always easy to open up. But… you’re doing well so far.”

I chuckle nervously, feeling my chest tighten. “Well, it’s just that… I ran into my ex-girlfriend today.” I pause, watching Jennie’s reaction. Her eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering in them.

“Your ex-girlfriend?” she repeats, her voice filled with curiosity. “Wait—was she someone important to you?”

I glance down at my shoes, the memories threatening to rush back. “Yeah, she was. She still is, in a way. But… she’s also Jihye’s little sister. And that’s… complicated.”

Jennie’s expression shifts, her brow furrowing as the connection clicks. “Oh,” she says, her voice softer now. “You’re talking about Eunji, aren’t you?”

I blink, surprised. “You know her?”

She nods, her gaze thoughtful. “Not well, but I’ve met her a few times. She used to come visit Jihye, and I’d always greet her whenever I ran into her. She seemed nice. But, um… I didn’t realize you two had history.”

I swallow, the lump in my throat growing. “Yeah, well… we do. A lot of it. And seeing her again today, after everything that happened… it stirred up a lot of things I thought I’d buried.”

Jennie looks at me for a moment, her expression soft and understanding. “That sounds rough. I can imagine it must be hard, especially after so much time apart.”

I nod, feeling a strange sense of relief in her understanding, though it doesn’t erase the weight in my chest. “I didn’t expect it, honestly. I mean, I never thought I’d see her again, not after everything.”

Jennie looks away for a second, her gaze distant as she thinks. “It must feel like everything is up in the air now, right?”

I exhale slowly, nodding. “Exactly. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to feel. It just feels like I’m stuck in this moment that I can’t escape from, and it’s… not easy to deal with.”

Jennie gives me a quiet, almost knowing smile, as if she understands what it’s like to feel stuck in something that’s out of your control. “Yeah, I get that. It’s like you want to move on, but the past keeps pulling you back.”

I glance at her, feeling an unexpected sense of connection with her. “That’s it exactly.”

She looks back at me, her expression still warm but now with a hint of something deeper. “So, what are you going to do about it?” she asks softly.

I hesitate, feeling the weight of her question. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I think I’m just… waiting for something to give me an answer. But I’m afraid of what that answer might be.”

Jennie nods slowly, understanding the weight of what I’m saying. “I get it. It’s not easy to figure things out, especially when emotions are involved. But maybe… maybe you’ll get the clarity you need when the time is right.”

I nod, though I don’t fully believe it yet. But there’s something about Jennie’s calm presence, her quiet understanding, that makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, things will make sense again one day.

But then, as I look around, I suddenly realize how late it’s gotten. The park is nearly empty now, the only sound being the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. I glance at my watch, startled by how much time has passed. “I should probably head back,” I say, the sudden realization that I’ve lost track of time hitting me all at once.

Jennie nods, standing up from the swing she had been sitting on. “Yeah, I should too. We both have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

As we start walking toward the exit of the park, she glances over at me, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Hey, before you go,” she says, hesitating for a moment, “maybe we can exchange numbers?”

I blink in surprise. “Oh, yeah, of course.”

She smiles, her eyes bright. “I know it’s for the documentary stuff, but also… I think it’d be nice for us to keep in touch. I mean, it looks like you’ll need some friends while you’re here. Things can get pretty overwhelming sometimes.”

I smile back, feeling the warmth of her offer. “Yeah, that sounds good. I appreciate it.”

She pulls out her phone and I do the same, entering my number into her contacts. As she hands me my phone back, she gives me a little grin. “See? We’re already starting to make this whole documentary thing work.”

I chuckle, feeling a little lighter than before. “I guess so. Thanks, Jennie. I’ll keep in touch.”

Jennie flashes me one last smile before giving a small wave, “Goodnight,” she says, her voice soft but warm.

“Goodnight,” I reply, watching as she turns and begins walking away. The way she walks, with her head held high and her confident, graceful strides, makes her seem almost untouchable. Yet, there’s a familiarity in her movements now that I can’t ignore.

I stand there for a moment, just watching her walk away into the distance, the faint echo of her steps gradually fading. I glance down at my phone and see her contact info saved in my list, the number still feeling new and strange. My thumb hovers over it, and for a brief moment, a fluttering sensation fills my chest—something I haven’t felt in a while. But I quickly shake it off, telling myself it’s nothing.

The chill in the air starts to bite at my skin, and I realize just how cold it’s gotten. I shove my phone into my pocket and decide to head back to the hotel. The weight in my chest feels heavier now, but at least I have some clarity. Or at least, I think I do. The cold wind makes me pull my jacket tighter around me as I start walking back, my mind still lingering on everything from tonight.

⤷

Jennie steps into the dorm, the door closing softly behind her. The quiet hum of the place feels oddly comforting after the evening’s excitement. As she removes her shoes and slips off her jacket, she’s greeted by Rosé, who’s still awake in the kitchen, humming as she sips on some tea.

“Oh, hey, Jennie! How was your walk?” Rosé asks, her voice light but warm.

“It was nice. Needed some air,” Jennie replies with a soft smile, though there’s a hint of weariness in her tone. She nods to Rosé before making her way to her room.

Once inside, Jennie locks the door behind her, letting out a deep breath. The weight of the day seems to hit her all at once as she collapses onto her bed, letting the cool sheets soothe the tension in her muscles. She stares up at the ceiling for a moment, letting the quiet settle in around her.

Reaching over, she grabs her phone on her nightstand. As she unlocks it, her thumb instinctively opens her contacts, and her gaze falls on the name that stands out in her list: His name. His phone number, fresh and new, right there in her screen.

A soft smile curls on her lips as she reads his name, thinking back to their conversation. There was something about him that felt… different. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she was glad they exchanged numbers. Despite everything—her busy life, the spotlight, the constant pressure—she’s glad she can still make connections. Still find new friends.

It’s been a strange few years, and she knows it’s only going to get harder with everything changing, but maybe this was a step in the right direction.

Jennie taps her thumb on her phone screen before slowly typing out a message, but after a second of contemplation, she deletes it. Maybe not tonight. Instead, she locks her phone and sets it back down beside her. For now, she lets the stillness of her room wrap around her, a small sense of peace settling in her chest.

End of part I

⤷

Oh, boy!

We got ourselves a multi-parter story boys!

I’ve realized with how long I’ve been writing this story that it was going to be cut apart into multiple parts. This story, same as Road Trip, has been in my drafts for the past few years now.

This one being the longest by three years and a half.

This story went through multiple revisions. It was originally going to be a “Famous streamer meets academic college queen AU.” But, I decided that I wanted something simpler.

I wish I can show you guys just how many times I had to re-write the whole time skip because there were so many road blocks I kept facing. After some time, I finally got what I wanted and now here we are!

Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy this story and I also hope you guys stay tune for what happens next with our characters.

Thank you for reading and I’ll see you guys in the next story! Bye bye!

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One Night Only - Directors Cut

Jennie Kim X Male Reader | 8k words

One night. That’s all you ever get. By morning, she’ll be gone. You’ll tell yourself this was the last time. You’ll both know it’s not.

AN: Ya’ll might remember this if you followed me last year. Spent the last few weeks reworking it—call it the director’s cut. Also Jennie is still my ult and so her coming back into the light is great.

Consequence. The word sits heavy in your mind as you watch the city from your hotel window. Thirty floors below, New York keeps moving. Never stops.

You flick ash from your cigarette. Every choice has weight. You know this. You called her anyway.

Jennie's mouth is on yours, soft and demanding at once. She tastes like cherry lip gloss and expensive gin, sweet and sharp. Her full lips part against yours, tongue sliding against your bottom lip. Her fingers pull at your hair, just rough enough to send shivers down your spine. Between kisses she breathes, "This is stupid," but her body presses closer, breasts pushing against your chest, hips finding yours.

Commitment. You've spent years avoiding that word. Being tied down always felt wrong. You need movement, new cities, different faces. Maybe that's why things fell apart—she saw what you couldn't admit. You'd always choose the road over staying still.

Her skin burns under your hands, smooth and impossibly soft. When you slide your palm down the curve of her waist to the flare of her hip, she sighs against your neck, her breath hot on your skin. "I've missed this," she says quietly, like she's admitting something she shouldn't. You back her against the wall, pinning her with your body. She arches into you, head tilting back in invitation. You feel her pulse jump beneath your lips when you kiss her throat, right at that spot that always makes her grip your shoulders tighter.

The hotel room is all clean lines and empty space. King bed with white sheets. Bathroom with too many mirrors. Mini-fridge you've already raided. View of the city that probably costs extra. Your record label covers it, so you don't care.

As a kid, you'd search for Virgo in the night sky. Stars were constant when nothing else was. Jennie's like that. No matter how far you go, you always circle back to her.

In the half-dark, her eyes catch the light from outside. She's always seen through you, always known the parts you try to hide from everyone else.

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She'll come. She always does.

You know she's with someone else now—an actor with a jawline made for billboards. In her world of flashbulbs and red carpets, he makes sense. But you were there first, and somehow, you're still not gone.

It's been a year since you ended things, if you can call it an ending. When you call, she answers. When she texts, you drop everything. Some connections don't break clean.

Stop. Go. Stop. Go.

A day between Chicago and Toronto shows up in your tour schedule. When you hear she's in New York for some event, changing your plans feels inevitable.

At sunset, you text her from your hotel room. The message is simple: Here for the night. Room 3045.

She replies with just a question mark. Your conversations have become this—shorthand that only works because you share history.

"I'm in the city for one night," you say when you call her. The silence on her end isn't hesitation; it's calculation. Background noise filters through the phone—glasses clinking, people talking.

"I got a room, for me and you" you add. "One night only." You hang up knowing she'll decide whether to come. You also know what that decision will be.

The knock comes at 12:17. Three quick taps.

When you open the door, your breath catches in your throat. Jennie leans against the frame, champagne glass dangling between her fingers, but it's her body that has your full attention. Her black dress hugs every curve like it was painted on, stopping mid-thigh to reveal legs that seem endless. The material stretches tight across her hips, then tapers at her waist before swelling to accommodate her breasts. The neckline dips just low enough to make your mouth go dry.

"Started without me?" you nod toward her drink, trying to sound casual while your pulse hammers in your ears.

"Needed something to get me here," she says, her lips curving into that smile that's haunted you for months. Her eyes are dark and knowing, lined with perfect black wings that make them look even more dangerous.

Jennie walks in like she owns the place, hips swaying with each step. Those knee-high socks hug her calves, leading up to a thin garter belt that disappears beneath her dress—a promise of what waits underneath. Her skin glows warm and golden against the black fabric. Her dark hair tumbles in loose waves past her shoulders, the kind of perfectly tousled look that makes your fingers itch to grab it.

Her perfume wraps around you—roses with something darker underneath, expensive and intoxicating. The scent that's followed you to hotel rooms across the country, lingering on your sheets and clothes long after she's gone.

She finishes her drink and sets the glass down with deliberate slowness. Her red-painted nails catch the light as her hand moves to your chest. "We shouldn't keep doing this," she says, but her fingers are already working your shirt buttons, knuckles brushing against your skin with each one. Her touch leaves heat trails down your torso. "It's not fair."

"When has anything been fair?" you ask. Her mouth curves into the smile that's always meant trouble.

"Never," she agrees, pressing her hand against your chest. "So we might as well take what we can get."

When she kisses you, it feels like she's taking something back, something she left with you months ago. Tonight, in this room, she's not the girl from magazine covers or someone's girlfriend. She's yours again, temporarily.

"It's been a while," she whispers against your mouth.

"Too long," you admit.

The door clicks shut behind her. You have until sunrise.

Something electric sparks between you the moment the door clicks shut. The air feels different - charged with memory and want. Your bodies remember each other before your minds can catch up.

You're on the couch in minutes, her weight settling into your lap like she belongs there. This kiss is different from the ones you remember - hungrier, more desperate. Her tongue slides against yours, and you taste gin and desire. Her body presses against yours, soft in all the places you've missed.

Your hands find her curves through the thin fabric of her dress. You squeeze her ass, pulling her closer until there's nothing between you but clothing. She moans into your mouth when you press your hardness against her. You can feel her heat even through layers of fabric.

Jennie breaks the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips for a second before it breaks. Her eyes are dark pools reflecting the city lights outside. They hold yours with an intensity that makes your throat tight.

"I've missed this, Owen," she whispers. Her voice is rough at the edges. She grinds against you, slow and deliberate, the friction making your breath catch. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you back to her mouth. This kiss is deeper, messier, with teeth and tongue and need.

Your hands slide under her dress, finding warm skin. The sound she makes when you touch her bare thighs shoots straight to your groin. You push the fabric higher, revealing more of her, inch by inch. Her breathing quickens as her hips roll against yours. Her nipples are hard points pressing through the fabric, rubbing against your chest.

She lifts her arms as you pull the dress over her head. You toss it aside, forgotten before it hits the floor.

Moonlight spills through the windows, painting her skin silver. She's all smooth curves and shadows in the half-light. Her body is a map you once knew by heart - the slight curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, the dip of her collarbone. You take it all in again, relearning her.

Your hands can't stay still. You need to touch every inch of her, remind yourself that she's real. Her skin is impossibly soft under your fingertips, warm and alive. Each touch makes her shift against you, seeking more pressure, more contact.

The sounds she makes are better than any song you've written. Small gasps when you squeeze her thighs. A sharp intake of breath when your thumb grazes her nipple. Low hums of pleasure when you find a spot she likes. Each sound builds on the last, creating a rhythm that guides your hands.

You need to taste her. Starting at her collarbone, you press your lips to her skin. Salt and sweetness and expensive perfume fill your senses. She sighs, her head falling back to give you better access. You work your way across her shoulder, down her arm, learning the texture of her skin with your mouth.

When you reach her breast, you feel her whole body tense in anticipation. The skin here is softer, more delicate. You circle her nipple with your tongue, feeling it harden further. Your hand finds her other breast, thumb rolling over the stiff peak.

"Oh my god," she moans when you take her nipple into your mouth. Her back arches, pushing more of her into your face. The taste of her skin goes straight to your head like strong liquor. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath.

Your free hand slides down her stomach, fingers spread wide to feel as much of her as possible. You trace the edge of her panties, feeling the lace against your fingertips. She rocks against your hand, seeking more pressure. You cup her between her legs, feeling the heat and dampness through the thin fabric. Jennie gasps, her thighs trembling as you press your palm firmly against her covered pussy.

"Fuck," she breathes, grinding down on your hand. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling hard enough to make your scalp tingle. The slight pain only makes you harder.

You move to her neck, dragging your teeth along the sensitive skin below her ear. When you bite down - not hard enough to mark, but enough to make her feel it - she whimpers, her whole body shuddering. Your thumb makes slow circles against her covered clit while your teeth work at her neck, finding the spots that make her grip your shoulders.

"I forgot how good you feel," you say against her skin, your voice rough with wanting.

"I want to feel you too," she says, eyes locked on yours. Her pupils are blown wide with desire. Her hand traces up your arm, across your shoulder, around to your back. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving trails of sensation. She tugs at your shirt, impatient now. You let her pull it over your head.

Her hands are everywhere at once, exploring your chest, your shoulders, your back. Her touch starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. She leans down to kiss your neck, her lips hot against your pulse point. Her teeth graze your skin, just hard enough to make you hiss.

As her mouth works its way down your chest, a thought flickers through your mind - does she do this with him? Does she make these same sounds, move in these same ways? The thought knifes through the pleasure for a split second before her touch pulls you back.

Nothing exists outside this room. Not her boyfriend. Not your tour. Just her hands on your skin and her breath in your ear.

"Fuck! I need your dick in my mouth," Jennie says, her voice thick with desire. She slides from your lap in one fluid motion, her body moving with practiced grace. She settles between your legs, her knees pressed against the hotel carpet, thighs spread slightly apart. Her hair falls forward, framing her face as she looks up at you through her lashes.

In the half-light, she's a vision – lips parted and swollen from kissing, chest flushed and rising with quick breaths, her breasts full and nipples still hard from your attention. The garter and stockings against her bare skin create a contrast that makes your mouth go dry.

She runs her hands up your thighs, fingers pressing into your muscles. Her red nails stand out against your skin as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants. There's something almost reverential in how she tugs them down – slowly at first, then with growing urgency. Her eyes never leave yours, even as she licks her lower lip in anticipation.

The fabric slides past your hips, and your cock springs free, hard and aching. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she takes you in. She leans closer, her breath warm against your sensitive skin. When she finally looks up at you, her eyes are dark pools of hunger and something deeper – a look that's always been reserved just for you.

"You can have it tonight," you say, your voice rough as her hands wrap around your cock.

"All of it?" Jennie asks with a smile that's pure trouble. Her eyes don't leave yours. You nod, unable to form words.

She leans closer, parts her lips, and lets a strand of spit fall onto the tip. The warm wetness makes you twitch. She uses her fingers to spread it down your length, coating you. Her hand starts moving in slow strokes that make your breath catch.

Jennie sweeps her hair to one side, giving you a clear view. She doesn't break eye contact as she moves closer. Her breath hits you first, warm against sensitive skin. Then her tongue, wet and soft, circles the head of your cock. Your hands grip the couch cushions.

When she takes you into her mouth, the heat is shocking. Her lips stretch around you as she slides down, taking you deeper than you expected. Her tongue works against the underside, finding spots that make your thighs tense. The wet sounds fill the quiet room.

She pulls back, only keeping the tip in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, teasing the sensitive spot just underneath. Then she moves down again, a little deeper this time. The rhythm is maddening – not enough to get you there, just enough to keep you desperate for more.

Jennie pulls off completely, her hand still working you in slow strokes. She looks up, studying your reaction. Her free hand moves to your balls, cupping them gently, then rolling them between her fingers. The touch is unexpectedly tender compared to the hunger in her eyes.

"You like that?" she asks, knowing the answer. Her thumb traces circles at the base of your cock while her other hand continues its exploration. "You always did."

She leans down and runs her tongue from base to tip in one long, wet stroke. Then does it again on the underside, where you're most sensitive. Your hips lift off the couch involuntarily. She smiles at your reaction, clearly enjoying the power she has over you.

Jennie takes her time, alternating between her mouth and her hands. Sometimes she focuses just on the head, sucking gently while her hand works the shaft. Other times she takes you deep, then pulls back to circle the tip with her tongue. There's no pattern to follow, nothing to prepare you for what comes next.

Her hand slides lower, massaging your balls again before moving even further back. The unexpected pressure makes your whole body tense. She watches your reaction with dark, knowing eyes.

"Hold my hair," she says, pulling off for a moment. She grabs your hands and places them on either side of her head. "I want you to watch."

With your hands holding her hair back, you have a perfect view of her face, of her lips as they stretch around you again. She takes you deeper this time, her eyes watering slightly at the corners. The sight alone nearly pushes you over the edge.

She pulls off but keeps stroking you with her hand, tight and slick with spit. With her hair pulled back, you can see everything – her flushed cheeks, her bare shoulders, the tops of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looks like something from a dream you've had too many times.

"You just can't stay away, can you?" she says, her voice low and teasing. Her hand never stops moving on you. "Always calling me back. Always wanting one more night."

She takes you back into her mouth, just the tip, sucking hard before releasing you with a pop.

"You think about this when you're with other girls?" She speeds up her strokes, twisting her wrist in a way that makes your vision blur. "Bet you do. Bet none of them do it like I do."

Her words hit something deep inside you – a truth you don't want to admit. You tighten your grip on her hair, pulling just enough to make her eyes flash. She smiles, knowing she's struck a nerve.

"That's why you keep coming back," she continues, dropping her head to lick a slow circle around the base of your cock. She moves lower, taking one of your balls into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand keeps working your shaft. The dual sensation makes your legs shake.

When she looks up again, there's challenge in her eyes. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Before you can answer, she takes you deep into her mouth again, all the way until you hit the back of her throat. She holds there, swallowing around you, her eyes never leaving yours. The sensation is overwhelming – wet heat and pressure and the sight of her taking all of you.

"Fuck," is all you can manage, and she hums in satisfaction around you.

Jennie works you with perfect focus. Sometimes she takes you deep, her nose nearly touching your stomach, staying there until she needs to breathe. Other times she pulls back to use her hand with her mouth, twisting her wrist in a way that makes spots dance behind your eyes.

Every few strokes she pulls off completely, gathering more spit, making everything wetter, messier. Saliva coats your cock and her chin now, catching the dim light. It should be gross but it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Time stretches and blurs. It could be minutes or hours. There's just Jennie's mouth, her hands, the heat building at the base of your spine.

She changes her approach, focusing just on the head, sucking harder while her hand works the shaft in quick, tight strokes. The new sensation makes your leg muscles jump. You feel yourself getting close.

"Fuck, Jennie, I'm—" you try to warn her, reaching to pull her head back. You want to make this last, to feel more of her tonight.

She slaps your hand away, hard enough to sting.

"You're giving this to me now," she says, voice raspy from having you in her throat. "And you're giving me more later." Her tone leaves no room for argument.

Jennie doubles down, moving with new determination. One hand squeezes the base while her mouth works the rest. Her other hand slides between your legs, fingernails lightly scratching your inner thigh. The unexpected touch makes you gasp.

She takes you deeper again, moaning around you like she's enjoying this as much as you are. The vibration, the suction, the sight of her – it all becomes too much.

The orgasm hits you like a punch. Your vision blurs at the edges as waves of pleasure roll through you. Jennie doesn't pull away, keeping perfect suction as you come. She swallows around you, the motion extending your pleasure until you're gripping her shoulders to stay upright.

She keeps going until you're too sensitive, until you have to gently push at her shoulders. Only then does she finally release you, looking up with satisfaction in her eyes. A small drop of white clings to her bottom lip before her tongue darts out to catch it.

She reaches for your discarded shirt and wipes her mouth and hands, casual as if she'd just finished a meal. The sight of her using your clothes like this only adds to the intimacy.

Jennie rises to her feet in one fluid motion, her body unfolding before you. She's petite but perfectly proportioned - slim waist, delicate shoulders, toned legs that seem to go on forever despite her height. Standing there in just her knee-high socks and garter, her small, perky breasts catch the dim light. Her skin has a golden glow against the darkness of the room.

She steps between your legs, looking down at you with hooded eyes. Her slender fingers reach for your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers. The gesture is possessive, almost commanding. She leans down, her straight dark hair falling forward to frame both your faces, creating a private world. Her lips find yours, softer now but still hungry. You taste yourself on her tongue, salt and skin.

"I'm not done with you," she whispers against your lips. "You brought me here. We're gonna make the most of it." Her fingertips trace your jawline before she steps back, grabbing your hand to pull you toward the bed.

As you follow her across the room, the city sounds filter through the windows – car horns, distant music, the constant hum of life that never stops. The soft lighting catches on her skin, giving it a warm glow that makes you want to touch her all over again.

As you follow her across the room, the city sounds filter through the windows – car horns, distant music, the constant hum of life that never stops. The soft lighting catches on her skin, giving it a warm glow that makes you want to touch her all over again.

Jennie moves onto the bed with natural grace. The curve of her spine draws your eye down to where her waist narrows before flaring into her hips. The small black thong she still wears cuts across her skin, the thin fabric disappearing between her cheeks in a way that makes your mouth go dry.

She positions herself in the center of the bed, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She folds her legs into a 'W' shape, showcasing their length despite her petite frame. The knee-high socks create a striking contrast against her bare thighs. The entire pose is an invitation you could never refuse.

Her hands begin to move across her own body, touching herself with slow confidence. She traces circles around her small breasts, fingers dancing across her skin with a self-assurance that's hypnotic to watch. In the dim light, every movement feels like it's meant just for you.

You notice how different she looks now compared to when she arrived at your door. Her carefully applied makeup is smudged around her eyes. Her hair, once smooth and perfect, is wild from your hands. She looks beautifully undone, more real somehow, and even more stunning for it.

She runs a finger across her lips, still swollen from taking you in her mouth. Then trails it down her neck and over her chest, drawing your eye along the path.

"Come here," she says, her voice low but commanding. She rolls onto her back, her body a landscape of curves and shadows in the half-light.

Though still wearing her thong, the thin black fabric does little to hide what's underneath. As you move closer to the bed, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slides it down her legs with deliberate slowness. The last barrier between you disappears as she kicks it aside.

With the same unhurried confidence, Jennie reaches down and uses her fingers to part herself. The gesture is both vulnerable and bold – showing you exactly what you've been missing all these months. Even in the dim light, you can see how wet she is, glistening with want.

You climb onto the bed, feeling the expensive sheets against your palms. The fabric is cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the heat building between you. The mattress gives slightly under your weight as you move between her legs.

Jennie is breathtaking beneath you. Her skin has a slight sheen in the low light, catching the glow from the bedside lamp. Her dark hair fans out against the white pillows, framing a face that's haunted your dreams for months. Her chest rises and falls with quickening breaths, her small breasts topped with hardened nipples that beg for your touch.

But you're not rushing this. Not after all these months apart.

You start at her ankles, where the knee-high socks still cling to her calves. Your lips press against the delicate bone there, feeling her pulse beneath the skin. She watches you through half-lidded eyes as you work your way higher, placing open-mouthed kisses up her calf.

When you reach the top of her sock, you peel it down slowly, revealing more of her skin inch by inch. The newly exposed flesh gets special attention – your lips, your tongue, even the gentle scrape of teeth that makes her shiver.

"What are you doing?" she asks, but there's no impatience in her voice, just wonder.

"Appreciating the view," you murmur against her knee. "Been thinking about this body for months."

You move to her other leg, giving it the same treatment – slow, deliberate kisses that make her skin prickle with goosebumps. Your hands slide up her thighs as your mouth follows, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch.

Her inner thighs are softer, more sensitive. When your tongue traces the crease where leg meets hip, she gasps, her fingers flexing against the sheets. The scent of her arousal is stronger here, making your mouth water.

You detour, moving up to kiss her stomach, the dip of her navel, the subtle ridges of her ribs. Each breath she takes makes her abdomen rise and fall beneath your lips. You work your way to her breasts, taking your time with each one – circling the nipple with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth, feeling it harden further.

"Owen," she sighs, arching into your touch.

Your hands never stop moving, exploring every inch of her like you're memorizing her by touch alone. The curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the softness of her sides – all of it perfect, all of it Jennie.

You make your way back down, leaving a trail of kisses from her sternum to her stomach. Her breathing quickens as you move lower, anticipation making her shift restlessly beneath you. When you reach the neat strip of dark hair between her legs, you pause, looking up to meet her eyes.

"You're fucking beautiful," you say, your voice rougher than intended.

Her eyes soften for just a moment before that familiar challenge returns. "Are you going to stare all night, or are you going to do something about it?"

You answer by settling between her legs, pushing her thighs wider. You can't help but stare at the view before you. There's something almost reverent in how you look at her – taking in every detail, every curve and shadow. Her thighs part further, an invitation that needs no words. Between her legs, you notice she's not completely bare – a neat, dark landing strip of hair points down like an arrow, the contrast of it against her skin making your mouth water.

The scent of her hits you first – warm and musky and distinctly Jennie. You breathe her in, letting it flood your senses and cloud your thoughts. Nothing exists but this bed, this woman, this moment.

You lower your head slowly, maintaining eye contact until the last possible second. The first broad stroke of your tongue makes her gasp. You take your time, exploring her with long, flat licks that cover her entirely. Her taste is familiar yet new – sweet and tangy and addictive. You could drown here and die happy.

"Fuck," she breathes, her hips already lifting slightly to meet your mouth.

You switch to softer, more focused touches, tracing her folds with the tip of your tongue. Each pass draws different sounds from her – soft sighs that gradually build to more urgent moans. You map her with your mouth, relearning what makes her breath catch, what makes her thighs shake.

When you find her clit, you circle it slowly, teasingly, not giving her the direct pressure you know she craves. Her fingers find your hair, tightening in frustration.

"Don't tease me," she warns, but there's no real threat in her voice – just desire strained to its breaking point.

You smile against her before giving in, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking gently. The reaction is immediate – her back arches off the bed, a strangled curse falling from her lips.

Your free hand slides up her body, finding the toned plane of her stomach. You press down firmly, holding her in place as your mouth works against her. The contrast of your hand on her abs while your tongue explores her most sensitive areas makes her writhe beneath you.

She's getting wetter, her arousal coating your chin as you work. You move your tongue in circles, then switch to quick flicks across her clit that make her thighs tremble. Each change in pressure or rhythm pulls new sounds from her throat.

"Oh god, right there," she gasps when you find a particularly sensitive spot.

You slip a finger inside her, feeling her heat clench around you immediately. She's impossibly tight and wet, her body welcoming the intrusion. You curl your finger to find that spot that always drove her crazy. When you find it, her whole body jerks like she's been shocked.

"Right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."

You add a second finger, stretching her gently while continuing to work her clit with your mouth. The combination makes her hips buck wildly against your face. Her hands tighten in your hair, pulling almost painfully.

With each thrust of your fingers, you quicken the tempo, driving deeper into her. Her muscles clench around you rhythmically, like she's trying to pull you further in. Your tongue never stops its assault on her clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention.

"Owen," she moans, her voice breaking. "I'm so close."

You pull back just enough to look up at her, your fingers still working inside her. "You still think about this when you're with him?" The question slips out before you can stop it. Your thumb replaces your tongue, circling her clit as you watch her face.

She glares down at you, but her body betrays her, clenching around your fingers. "You're such a dick."

"But you're here anyway," you say, curling your fingers against that spot that makes her whole body jerk. "In my bed, not his."

Her breath catches. "Shut up."

You lower your head again, sucking her clit between your lips while adding a third finger. The stretch makes her gasp, her back arching. You can feel her getting closer – her thighs tensing, her breathing becoming irregular. Her entire body is flushed with heat, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the dim light.

You establish a relentless rhythm – fingers pumping while your tongue works her clit. The wet sounds of your movements fill the room, mixing with her increasingly desperate moans.

Just as she's about to peak, you ease back, slowing down just enough to keep her on the edge.

"Tell me you missed this," you say against her inner thigh, your breath hot on her wet skin.

"Don't stop," she pleads, hips lifting to chase your mouth.

You stay just out of reach. "Tell me no one does this like I do."

Her hands tighten in your hair, trying to force you back down. "I hate you," she says, but there's no conviction in it.

"No, you don't." You circle her entrance with your fingers, teasing but not pushing in. "Say it, Jennie."

She fights it for a moment, pride warring with desire. Then breaks. "No one does it like you do. Now please—" her voice cracks with need, "please don't stop."

The desperation in her voice sends heat through your entire body. You give her what she wants, diving back in with renewed hunger. Your tongue circles her clit rapidly while your fingers press firmly against that sweet spot inside her. The dual sensations push her toward the edge fast.

Her legs wrap around your head, thighs clamping against your ears as her body tenses. Your free hand reaches up to find her breast, pinching her nipple between your fingers. The added stimulation makes her cry out, her voice cracking with pleasure.

"Owen," she warns, her voice tight and strained. "I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," you command, increasing the pressure, the speed, giving her exactly what she needs.

Her breathing turns ragged, her moans more frantic. The muscles in her stomach tense under your hand as her body coils tight, ready to snap. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around your fingers, the first tremors of her orgasm beginning.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—" Her words dissolve into a broken cry as it hits her. Her back arches high off the bed, her body going rigid. Her thighs shake violently around your head as waves of pleasure crash through her.

"Oh my God!" The words tear from her throat as her fingers pull painfully at your hair. Her body convulses beneath your mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. "You're so good at that, Owen."

She bites her lower lip hard, her neck straining as her hips jerk uncontrollably against your face. You don't let up, working her through the peak, extending her pleasure until she's gasping and writhing from the intensity.

The aftershocks ripple through her body like tremors, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Only when she weakly pushes at your head, too sensitive to take any more, do you finally ease back. You place one last gentle kiss against her before resting your cheek on her inner thigh, looking up at her wrecked expression.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes closed, lips parted. She looks utterly spent, flushed and beautiful in her satisfaction.

After a moment, Jennie gathers herself, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looks down at you, her gaze dropping to your obvious arousal. Without a word, she reaches forward and spits on it, her saliva glistening as she begins to stroke you. You groan at the contact, your body responding instantly to her touch. You don't let up, working her through the orgasm, only easing the pressure when her hand pushes weakly against your head, oversensitive.

You place one last gentle kiss against her before resting your cheek on her inner thigh, looking up at her flushed face. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes closed, lips parted. She looks wrecked in the best possible way.

After a moment, Jennie gathers herself, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looks up at you, a predatory gleam replacing the post-orgasm haze in her eyes. Without warning, she reaches for your cock and spits on it, her saliva mixing with the wetness still coating her lips from going down on you earlier.

"Now," she says, voice raspy and demanding, "I'm going to fuck you."

She doesn't wait for your response, just straddles your hips and positions herself above you. Her thighs flex as she hovers, teasing you with the heat of her center just inches away from where you need it.

"Tell me how bad you want this," she demands, one hand flat against your chest for balance.

"Just get on my dick already," you growl, grabbing her hips to pull her down.

She resists, maintaining control. "Say please," she taunts, her eyes challenging you.

You nearly laugh. "Fuck you."

"That's the idea," she says with a wicked smile, then finally sinks down in one swift movement, taking you to the hilt.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you hiss as her heat surrounds you. She's impossibly tight after her orgasm, still pulsing slightly from the aftershocks.

"You're so fucking big," she gasps, adjusting to the stretch. There's no sweetness in her voice – just raw appreciation for how you fill her.

Jennie starts to move, not with gentle rises and falls but with demanding, forceful motions. Her thighs flex powerfully as she lifts herself almost completely off before slamming back down. Each drop makes a slapping sound that fills the room, punctuated by her sharp gasps.

The sight of her riding you is mesmerizing. Her small breasts bounce with each movement, nipples hard and dark against her golden skin. Her stomach muscles visibly tighten with each rise and fall, showing off the definition in her abs that she works so hard for. Her hair, now completely wild from your hands, whips around her shoulders as she moves.

"Touch my tits," she commands, grabbing your hands and placing them on her chest.

You squeeze roughly, pinching her nipples the way you remember she likes. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant column of her throat, a string of curses falling from her lips.

"Fucking hell, your cock feels so good," she says, grinding down hard. "Tell me you've missed this pussy."

"Every fucking day," you admit, thrusting up to meet her movements. The force of it nearly bounces her off you, but she adjusts her balance, her strong thighs gripping your sides.

She leans forward, her hands braced on your chest. The new angle lets her grind her clit against your pubic bone with each thrust. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent marks that burn. Her face hovers above yours, her hair creating a curtain around you both. Sweat beads along her hairline, one drop sliding down her temple to her jaw.

"No one fucks me like you do," she admits, the words sounding torn from her. "No one."

With a surge of need, you move between her thighs, pressing her into the mattress. Her legs wrap around your waist, drawing you closer. Your eyes lock as you drive into her, taking control of the pace.

"Fuck, I missed this tight pussy," you growl, watching her eyes flash at your words.

"Shut up and fuck me harder," she snaps back, digging her heels into your lower back.

You slam into her, setting a brutal pace that has the headboard cracking against the wall. Each thrust jolts her body up the bed, her hair splaying across the pillows like spilled ink. Her small breasts bounce with the impact, nipples hard and begging for attention.

Your hands move to her waist, fingers nearly meeting around her small frame. The contrast of your large hands against her tiny waist makes your head spin. You can feel her hip bones under your thumbs, the delicate architecture of her body beneath your palms.

"Like that? This how you want it?" Your voice is rough, almost unrecognizable with need.

"Yes—don't fucking stop," she gasps, her nails raking down your back hard enough to leave welts.

You lean down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. Your tongues battle for dominance as your bodies slam together. The taste of her—sweet with a hint of salt from her sweat—fills your senses. You break away to trail bites down her neck, leaving marks that will remind her of this night long after you're gone.

She arches into you, offering more of herself. You take advantage, moving to her shoulder, then her arm, leaving a trail of bites and kisses along her skin. The salt of her sweat makes your head spin. When you reach the sensitive skin of her inner arm, she lets out a surprised gasp that turns into a deep moan.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," she pants as you run your tongue along the delicate skin of her armpit, tasting the most primal part of her.

In this position, you can see everything—her face contorting with each thrust, the way her stomach muscles tighten when you hit deep, how her lips part on silent screams when you find the perfect angle. Her hair sticks to her temples with sweat, dark strands clinging to her flushed skin.

Sweat makes your bodies slide together, the hotel room filling with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin. You grip her thigh, pushing it higher, opening her wider. The position stretches her leg up toward her chest, showing off the flexibility from her years of dance training.

"Harder," she demands, her voice breaking as you comply. "Fucking wreck me."

You reach down, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at you as you pound into her. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown with arousal. "This what you came here for? This what you needed?"

Her breathing changes, becoming more ragged. You recognize the signs—she's close again. You adjust your position slightly, hitting that spot inside her that you know drives her wild.

"There!" she cries out, her nails digging crescents into your shoulders.

You maintain the angle, the rhythm, watching her face as pleasure builds. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her body tenses beneath you, on the edge but not quite there.

"Let go," you urge, your thumb finding her clit. "Come for me again."

She shakes her head. "Not yet—not without you."

Something snaps in you at her words. Without warning, you pull out completely and flip her over in one rough motion. She gasps, surprised by the sudden movement as you manhandle her onto her hands and knees. Your hand lands hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin.

"Fuck!" she cries out, more in arousal than pain.

You grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as you position yourself behind her. Sweat drips down your chest, landing on her back as you line yourself up. You can hear her panting, waiting, her thighs trembling slightly in anticipation.

"This what you want?" you growl against her ear, your chest pressed to her back, cock teasing her entrance.

"Yes," she hisses. "Give it to me."

You slam into her without further warning, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The sound she makes is primal—half scream, half moan. Her arms nearly buckle under the force, but you hold her up with your grip on her hair.

"Fuck!" she cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

You establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust making her entire body jerk forward. Her hair is wrapped tight around your fist like a leash, forcing her back to arch at a severe angle. Sweat makes your bodies slide together, your skin slapping against hers with obscene wet sounds. The musky scent of sex fills the air, heavy and intoxicating.

"Look at you taking it," you say, giving her ass another sharp slap that leaves a fresh handprint. "Always said you were made for this."

She looks back over her shoulder, her face a perfect picture of pleasure-pain, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes. "Fuck you," she pants, but pushes back harder against you, contradicting her words.

The sight of her is overwhelming – her narrow waist flaring out to perfectly rounded hips, the elegant curve of her spine dipping then rising, her hair tangled in your fist. From this angle, you can see everything – the way her back hollows out, how her ass bounces against your hips, the glistening evidence of her arousal coating you both.

You lean forward, running your free hand up her side to roughly grab her breast. The position pushes you deeper, making her gasp. Your fingers find her nipple, pinching hard as you maintain your relentless pace.

"Oh god," she moans, her arms shaking from supporting her weight. "Don't stop."

Her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, making her skin glow in the dim light. You can see the muscles in her back shifting beneath her skin with each impact, the way her shoulder blades move as she braces against your thrusts.

"Owen," she warns, voice strained with need. "I'm so close."

Her words push you closer to the edge. You increase your pace, chasing both her pleasure and your own. Each thrust now has purpose, driving deeper, harder. You can feel the pressure building at the base of your spine, your control slipping with every sound she makes.

"I'm close too," you admit, rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm gonna cum."

Her body tenses beneath you, muscles tightening as she approaches her peak. You can feel it building—the way she clenches around you, the trembling in her thighs, her increasingly desperate sounds.

"Oh my God, Owen!" she cries out, her voice breaking on your name. "Fill me up!"

Her orgasm crashes through her—you feel it in the way her body convulses, in how she rhythmically tightens around you, in the broken sounds that escape her throat. The sensation of her pulsing around you pushes you over the edge.

Your release hits with an intensity that whites out your vision—powerful, overwhelming, unstoppable. You empty yourself inside her, every pulse accompanied by a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her body milks you, drawing out every last sensation until you're both trembling from the force of it.

As the intensity fades, you collapse beside her on the bed, pulling her close against you. Your arm wraps around her waist as you press gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder. Her body still trembles with small aftershocks, her breathing gradually slowing to normal.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sounds in the room are your labored breathing and the distant city noise filtering through the windows. Sweat cools on your skin, making you shiver slightly. Despite the roughness of what just happened, she turns toward you with unexpected tenderness, her small hand coming up to cup your cheek.

She presses her forehead against yours, eyes closed, just breathing you in. A small, almost inaudible snort escapes her as she tries to catch her breath – a startlingly human sound that cuts through the haze of post-sex euphoria. It makes her seem more real somehow, more Jennie than the polished celebrity the world knows.

Her chest still rises and falls rapidly, her heartbeat a quick rhythm you can feel where your bodies press together. Her fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, moving from your chest to your shoulder and back again. It's these quiet moments that always feel more dangerous than the sex – this gentle intimacy that makes you think of what could have been.

"Shit," she finally whispers, a small laugh bubbling up. She looks slightly dazed, her makeup completely ruined, hair a tangled mess. "I forgot how good we are at that."

You brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The gesture is too tender for what this is supposed to be, but you can't help yourself. "Some things you don't forget."

She looks into your eyes and you see a complex mix of satisfaction and something deeper—a longing that mirrors your own. Her hair sticks to her face in damp strands, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light. Even like this—especially like this—she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

As she lies in your arms, her breathing gradually steadying, you can't help but think about what might have been between you in another life—one where you could stay instead of always leaving. One where "one night only" wasn't all you ever had.

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Hours later, once you’re sure she’s asleep, you slip out of the bed. The sheets make a soft sound as you untangle yourself from her limbs. She doesn't stir.

The hotel room feels different at 3 AM. Quieter. The luxury that seemed impressive earlier now feels hollow, just expensive emptiness. You find your sweatpants on the floor where she pulled them off you hours ago.

The balcony door slides open with a whisper. Thirty floors up, the city spreads out like someone spilled light across black velvet. You light a cigarette, cupping your hand against the wind even though there's no one here to see the brief flare of your lighter.

Inside, Jennie sleeps. Her small body barely disturbs the white sheets. In the dim light filtering from the bathroom, you can see the marks you left on her neck, her shoulders. Evidence that you were here. That this happened.

She belongs to someone else now. The thought should bother you more than it does. Maybe you're just used to it - this pattern of coming together briefly, then separating again. Maybe you've convinced yourself it's better this way.

You take a deep drag, feeling the burn in your lungs. It's cold out here in just sweatpants, but the chill feels necessary after the heat of her body against yours for hours.

You've never been good at staying. It's not a point of pride, just a fact, like your height or the sound of your voice. Commitment feels like drowning to you, always has. You've tried to explain this to her before. She said she understood, but the way she looked at you afterward told a different story.

Below, taxis crawl along streets like yellow insects. People spill out of late-night bars, laughing too loud. The city that never sleeps. You'll be gone from it tomorrow. Another show, another hotel room indistinguishable from this one.

You wonder if her boyfriend knows where she is tonight. If he senses something when she slips back into their shared life tomorrow. If he can somehow smell you on her skin despite the shower she'll take before going home.

The cigarette burns down to your fingers. You flick it over the edge, watching its orange tip tumble into darkness.

Jennie knows you better than anyone. This is the thought that keeps you up at night in cities whose names you sometimes forget. She knows your body, your sounds, the things that make you come undone. Worse, she knows the parts of yourself you try to hide from everyone else.

A melody forms in your head. Something slow and hazy, like smoke curling off a cigarette. Words follow naturally - about being in town just for one night. About needing her. About the room you got for just the two of you.

You mouth the words silently, testing how they feel:

I'm in town for one night,

one night only

I came around to put it down, for one night only

Your fans will think it's just another song about sex. They won't know about the way Jennie looked at you when she came. How her body felt like coming home. How you're already planning when you can see her again, even as you tell yourself this was the last time.

Just one night

Got a room for me and you, for one night only

You wanna ride for a lifetime, this is one night only

The song takes shape in your mind, already feeling like a hit. Your producer will love it. Your label will push it. No one will know it's about her. No one except Jennie, if she ever hears it.

The city is turning blue at the edges when you finally go back inside. Morning approaching. Soon you'll have to leave for the airport, for the next city, the next crowd.

Jennie hasn't moved. You slide in beside her, your skin cold from the night air. She makes a small sound in her sleep and shifts toward your body heat, instinctively seeking you out. Her hand finds your chest, rests over your heart.

You wonder what she'd say if you asked her to come with you to Toronto. You won't ask. You both know the routine by now.

One night only. It's never enough. It's all you can handle.

END.

[anonymousicecream]

Floating (Jennie x M Reader)

Day 10: Boat Sex

"Baby can you take a picture of me?" Your girlfriend requested as you opened the beer bottle, which you accept. "Where do you want it to be?" You ask. "Just here." Jennie said as she took a seat on the couch at the edge of the boat. She then started posing, allowing you to take different pictures of her from different angles, making sure that each photo captures her whole aura and sexiness, while still also capturing the beauty in the background which is Lake Powell.

"Take a look baby." You said while giving the camera to her, allowing her to observe each picture. Whilst she observed the pictures, you hugged her from behind, making sure your cock hits her ass, letting her know of your sexual desires.

"You need my pussy don't you?" Jennie teased you. "Of course I do baby. You look so fucking hot, I can't wait to fill you up." You teased her, leaving kisses on her neck as you rubbed her belly, earning a groan from her. "Do it then." Jennie instructed.

You got to work immediately, kneeling down, getting level with her ass, lifting her mini-dress up and untying her bikini bottom, exposing her wet pussy. "Are you sure you didn't call me here just to fuck you?" You said as you leaned onto her pussy, breathing heavily on the surface while also caressing them softly. "A-Ah, I might've done that." Jennie said, making you spank her ass. "Bad, bad girl." You said, before you start licking her thighs, going up and down. "And what will you do about it?" Jennie ask. "This."

You plunged two fingers into her pussy immediately, while the rest of your fingers on your right hand rest on her pussy, rubbing them. "FUCK! SLOWLY!" Jennie moaned as your fingers enter her pussy. You gave her hope by resting inside her pussy for a few moments before you destroyed all hopes by thrusting your fingers hard and fast, going in and out of her. You helped her increase stimulation by rubbing her clit as well, matching your fingering pace. It took you a few minutes before you start spanking her as well, increasing the strength of your spanks after each hit.

"F-Fuck that's it baby." Jennie moaned. You decided that this wasn't enough, so you moved your mouth onto her asshole, licking them gently, before shoving your tongue inside her ass. "F-FUCKKKKK THAT'S IT BABY!!!" Jennie's moans got louder, accompanied by your pace going faster. It didn't take any longer before she eventually climaxed, cumming hard onto you.

"F-FUCKKKKK-FUCKKKK" Jennie repeated that one word after each squirt of her juice came out, spraying onto your face and body. You didn't give her rest time, fingering and eating her ass through her orgasm. "F-FUCKK STOP STOP!" Jennie begged, and after a few more seconds, you stopped abruptly, letting her orgasm die down.

"Bend over." You stand up and pushed her towards the edge of the boat, hanging half of her body over the water, setting her in a doggy position before you removed your swim shorts, exposing your cock to her. "Let me." "No. You can suck it later. I need your pussy now." You immediately thrust into her, wasting no time to start fucking her slowly, resting your hands on her hips.

Your slow thrusts allow her to adjust to your size. "You can go deeper." You nod, before deepening your thrusts into her, carving her insides in the process. "Fuck that feels so good. Go faster, please." You respond by fucking her harder, holding her hips steady, allowing you get deeper into her while fucking her faster.

After a few minutes, you pulled her hair up, before lowering her top strap, exposing more of her cold shoulders. You start kissing them while also taking turns between caressing her pussy and stomach. "I-I'm close." Jennie moaned. "I know, just let go whenever you want." Your thrusts and hands got even faster and harder, while your hard breathes going onto her neck and ear got even heavier. This resulted in another orgasm for her as she came on your cock, not as heavy as before, but still intense enough to make you stop thrusting into her.

"F-Fuck..." Jennie moaned. "Did you cum?" You shook your head, hearing her question. "Sit down." Jennie pushed you off, making you sit down before she untied her bikini top and threw it away, still wearing her mini-dress, just wrapped around her tits and hips this time. She then got on you, aligning your cock with her pussy before lowering herself onto your cock. "Fuck..." You groaned, feeling her tight, and wetter, pussy.

"Let me take control." Jennie said as she starts riding you, wasting no time to ride you fast but shallow. You moved your hands onto her tits, squeezing them as she bounces on your cock, helping her control the rhythm. "Faster baby." Jennie smirked, hearing your request, before she starts riding you even faster, but still maintaining the same depth. "Let me help" You said, moving a hand onto her hips before helping her get deeper onto your cock after each bounce. The result of this is you brushing her g-spot repeatedly, also getting your length engulfed in her warm and tight pussy.

"I'm close." You groaned. Jennie then start riding you faster, before bottoming out. "Wait, just grind." You told her and she obeyed, bottoming out even further before she starts grinding on your cock with your cock deep inside her. "Just cum baby, fill my pussy up with your cum." You responded by controlling her grinds even more, helping her grind even faster before the inevitable.

"ARGHHH FUCKKK FUCKKK FUCKKKKKK!!!" The two of you moaned as you came, spurting loads of cum into her pussy. This triggered another mini-orgasm for her as you felt her squirt on your cock a bit at your final spurts, making you cum even more.

"Fuck. We're not gonna be late are we?" You ask her. "Of course not. We can have another round in the shower." Jennie told you, making you smirk as the two of you went for another round of making love.

(Later that night)

"We can't be long baby." Jennie told you as you guide her back to the back of the yacht the two of you are in right now. "I know." You said, sitting down on the round couch. Jennie then kneeled in front of you, unbuttoning your trousers and lowering them as well as your boxers, exposing your hard cock.

She spat on her hand, before stroking your cock, lubing it up with her saliva. "We don't have much time baby, get to work, I need your tongue." You said. Jennie didn't say much before she put your cock in her mouth, engulfing it in her warm mouth. She wraps her tongue under your cock, putting it on your tip before licking it repeatedly, making you groan.

She stroked the excess of your cock before she starts going deeper, eventually bottoming out after a few tries. Once she bottomed out, you used your right hand to caress her cheeks while your other hand went down to her dress, caressing her tits through her dress. She managed to suck you off a few more times before she lowered her dress strap, exposing her perky nipples.

"Feeling naughty are we? No bras?" Jennie shook her head before she start sucking you again, but this time using more of her tongue, while also hollowing her mouth even more, making her mouth tighter. By this time, your right hand already reached her hair. You put her hair up into a ponytail before you start controlling her pace, helping her suck you off even faster.

You felt naughty, so you decided to push her head down onto your cock, making your cock go in her throat, keeping it there for a few seconds before she starts coughing, tapping your lap away, making you pull her up. "Fuck you." "Already did you slut, now make me cum." When you said that, you didn't expect her to suck you off even more aggressively, which she did. Her aggressive pace, combined with her warm breath, tight mouth, and just how hot she looks, really helped.

"MMMMHHHHH MMMHHHHH" You groaned, also hearing her groans, as you came, spurting your cum into her mouth. Jennie pushed herself even deeper into your cock, allowing your cum to spurt onto her throat. "Fuck, I love you baby." You said. Jennie then got off your cock and sucked it off once again, "cleaning it up" before kissing it and then redressing yourself, before redressing herself again. "Let's get back to the party, and I love you too baby." Jennie said.

[bpsmuts]

Day in the Office - Jennie and Rose

Jennie x Rose x Male Reader

Words: 1.697

Summary: You were in the recording studio with your two best friends Jennie and Rose. Bored, Jennie suggests you three play a game of "Never have I ever".

Jennie, Rose, Y/N

"Didn't you say, you wanted to be productive today Jen?" You ask your friend, who had just suggested to play Never have I ever.

Jennie sits over on the couch, with her feet up on the table "Well yeah, but were all have writer's block right now" she responds "And come on, we don't get to spend THAT much time together, plus we've already gotten good progress today" she pouts

"I wouldn't mind playing for a bit, as long as we continue with out actual work later" Rose chimes in from the desk. "You're not scared, are you Y/N?" the kiwi girl mocks you a little.

"What? No! I'm not scared, I just thought you two wanted to be productive, but fuck it, lets play then!" You challenge them as you get up from the chair next to rose and sit down next to Jennie "Who's starting?" You ask into the room

"I'll start" Jennie decides "Rosie, get over here" she orders Rose, who rolls over to the table. All of you put your hand up and Jennie begins the game.

"Never have I everrrr" Jennie thinks for a moment "Uhhh.. gotten a speeding ticket" You and Rose both put a finger down "You have never gotten a speeding ticket Jen?" Rose asks surprised "Of course she hasn't, she is being driven everywhere" You add, taking a shot at Jennie.

"I have driven before..." Jennie tries to defend herself "Okay, my turn" Rose continues "Never have I ever kissed a stranger" to which Jennie and yourself put down a finger "Okay, you two are teaming up on me" You exclaim

"How are we teaming up on you?" Jennie asks while laughing and looking over to Rose "You just are" You retort "Probably cause I wanted to work instead of goof around" I fake your anger "We are not goofing around, were taking a break. Just play your turn" Jennie responds

"Okay. Never have I ever sucked a dick" You grin as both girls put down a finger in shock "Okay, that's unfair" Rosie yells "What?! I'm just evening out the playing field here" you respond to her.

"Okay, next one counts double?" Jennie suggests to the group "Bring it Miss Kim" Rose replies "Never have I ever had sex" Jennie surprised the group as everyone puts down a finger "Now everyone is down to the last one" she smirks

"What happens to the loser?" Rose asks Jennie "Hmmm" she thinks for a bit "How about, the loser has to take their shirt off?" Jennie suggests into the room "Okay Jennie, I don't know if this is very professional" You try and veto the decision but get interrupted by Rose "Done!"

"Okay wait wait wait" You halt the game "This is totally unfair, since its Rose's turn now" You try your hardest to get the rule changed, with no luck "But Jennie could also lose Y/N" Rose remarks "I mean we can change it, if you want to chicken out Y/N" Jennie offers

"No No. Lets do it this way" You accept giving Rose the look to continue the game "Okay. Let me think here" Rose takes a thinker pose, as if she is solving a complex math problem "Okay, Never have I ever had sex with a woman" the kiwi girl grins widely, knowing you lost

You accept defeat and put down your last finger before realizing you were the only person to take one down "Now wait a minute, are you telling me both of you haven't done it with a girl?" You ask visibly confused "Not even with each other like once?" You add

"Ewww" both girls go in unison "Get your head out of the gutter Y/N" Jennie responds "Yeah we have barely even seen each other naked" Rose adds to Jennie's comment "He is probably just upset that he lost" Jennie chuckles to Rose

Still not believe them, you take your punishment as a man and take off your shirt, revealing a muscular physique with a six pack coming through quite visibly. As the room falls silent you see the two girls oogling at your upper body, with Jennie being able to catch herself quite fast.

"Its rude to stare Rosie" You mock Rose, who is still staring at your six pack "Let her be. Six Packs are her thing" Jennie tells you from the side "JENNIE" Rose retorts in embarrassment

"Do you want to touch it?" You offer Rose, who's embarrassment you find cute "Can I actually?" she replies, thinking you are messing with her "If its your thing" You chuckle. Rose gives you a look before getting off her chair and kneeling in front of you, carefully moving her fingers across your six pack

After a bit she looks up at you and quietly asks "C-Can I lick it?" with a big smile on her face "Umm.. I mean yeah, but you have to take your shirt off then too" You negotiate with the sweet kiwi girl

"I'll do you one better then" Rose giggles as she takes off her shirt, revealing her small breasts "Too small for a bra" She giggles as she shows off her chest "Oh wow Rosie, they look amazing" You respond before slowly moving a hand towards her chest, cupping a breast carefully

"Thanks" she responds before slowly licking over your six pack, moving further down towards your crotch. Right as she goes to unbuckle your belt Jennie interrupts the moment "Umm guys... Im still here"

Both you and Rose look over to Jennie, who is just sitting there. Your hand still cupping one of Rosie's breasts and her hand in the middle of unbuckling your belt, Jennie asks "Put a finger down, if you're about to have a threesome?"

Both you and Rose put up your hands before taking one finger down, chuckling. Jennie then moves closer to you and the two of you kiss, as Rose unbuckles your belt. You move your hips upward so Rose can pull down your pants. "Ooohh didn't know you were packing like this Y/N" Rose exclaims in awe as she sees your dick for the first time

"Save some for me Rosie" Jennie tells her as she also removes her shirt, showing off a white lacy bra. As Rose starts to slowly take in your length, your hand wanders from her breasts to Jennie's, cupping both of them as you two kiss.

You cant help but moan, as Rose continues to suck your dick. "Your mouth feels so good Rosie" you encourage the cute girl. Meanwhile Jennie takes off the rest of her clothes, not just revealing her boobs, but also that she wasn't wearing panties.

"What is it with you two and only wearing half a set of underwear" You chuckle. "Rosie doesn't need a bra and well.. I'm just a slut" Jennie answers, pressing her lips onto yours once again.

After a while Jennie breaks the kiss "Okay, my turn" she says to Rose, climbing down from the sofa as Rosie makes way between your legs. "Can I sit on your face Y/N?" Rose asks cutely before being interrupted by Jennie "I have a way better idea" she exclaims

"Y/N! Lay down on the sofa. Then Rosie can ride your face, while I ride you" Jennie suggests "And we can make out" Rose adds, while all three of you get in position.

As Rose climbs onto your face, burying it in her vagina, you can feel Jennie slowly slide down on your dick. You can feel the depth of Jennie's pussy as you grab Rose's ass to make sure the cute kiwi girl doesn't actually suffocate you.

Shortly after, the room is filled with smacking from the lips of Jennie and Rose, as they made out and the smacking of Jennie's pussy lips on your crotch as well as muffled moans from all three of you.

"Yes Y/N, just like that" Rose moans as she breaks her kiss with Jennie before going on to suck her nipples. "You feel so good inside me Y/N" Jennie compliments your dick.

"I'm close, can we switch Jen?" Rose asks in between heavy moans "Just one second baby" Jennie replies as she can feel herself reaching her climax. "JENNIEEE" Rose moans cutely, trying her best to hold her orgasm

Not shortly after that, you can feel Jennie's walls tighten as the Korean moans loudly, before getting off your dick, making space for Chaeyoung. Getting up from your face, you can finally take deep breaths again.

You see Jennie sitting on the floor next to you "That was amazing Y/N" she compliments as you Rose lowers herself onto your dick. You can feel the tight walls of Rose, as she starts to bounce up and down.

Jennie moves over to suck on Rose's nipples, earning even louder moans from her "Oh my god I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum Y/N!" Rose moans loudly as she also reaches climax.

After she came, Rose also got off and kneeled on the floor next to Jennie. With both girls looking at you, you knew exactly what they wanted. You stood up and positioned yourself in front of them, starting to stroke your dick.

Jennie and Rose look up at you "Cum on us Y/N, Cum on our pretty faces" Jennie encourages you "Please give us all of your cum Y/N" Rose joins in.

You moan as you start to shoot rope after rope on their faces, trying to give both of them an equal amount of your hot cum. After you're done, you look down to two satisfied girls covered in your cum.

"Now for the best part" Rose says, before turning to Jennie and planting some kisses on her mouth. You sit down and watch the girls make out for a bit. "This was so much fun" You exclaim after gathering your breath.

"Definitely" Jennie replies, as she swipes your cum from her cheek into her mouth and swallows it. "Im gonna get us something to clean ourselves up with" Rose says, getting up and walking out of the room.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far, thank you <3

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[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

Slave Contract

Smut and Angst (Slave contract, idol turned sex toy, accepting fate )

Chapter 18

3890 Words 

(Miyeon becomes the CEO’s newest assistant and gets trained in her new role. Four idols learn about the consequences of signing contracts without knowing what’s in them. Future sex toys?)

It’s been a few weeks of hard work with setting up the survival show. Luckily, my new assistant, Miyeon, has been a great stress reliever.

After that first night, she was sore for a few days, but you kept her busy in other ways. At first, she was hesitant, asking me if this was really something she had to do. You asked if she read over the contract and said she slightly did but mainly browsed through it when signing. 

“You should have a copy; look it over and ensure you know about your duties.” 

It took her a few hours to go through everything, and with your explanation, she realized her actual fate, “So I belong to you then?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“I read you can even breed me if you wanted to.” 

“I could, but we can put that on hold if you like. You only need to help me out with some things.” 

“Like what?”

“I also want to make your former group members into my toys.”

Miyeon’s eyes widened from your statement. She was just with them not too long ago, and now she’s being asked to betray them so you can use them for pleasure?

“What you need to do is tell me some things about them. If they sign a contract like yours, I’ll take some years off it.”

Miyeon hesitates and thinks for a while, knowing she can’t return if she does this. 

“So what’s it going to be?”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

———

“Jieun set up a meeting with the four girls. I want to meet all of them.”

“Of course, I’ll tell them to come later today.”

All the information Miyeon shared about her former members helped you set the perfect conditions for today’s meeting. You’ve always had a dream to claim a whole group for yourself. You know that you’ll have a set of four toys to play with at the end of the day.

It’s your last meeting of the day. Jieun is talking to Jennie and her group mates about the meeting and its possible lasting effects.

Jieun looks at her device and sees your message about letting them in.

“The CEO is ready for you.” She opens the door, and they walk in. 

“Oppa, you’re here to see the CEO?” says Lisa.

“No.”

Rose then speaks up, “He’s the CEO.”

“No, he’s Oppa; he helped us with moving in. A CEO wouldn’t do that,” said Lisa.

Lisa looks at you with an innocent face, waiting for your reply. “Rose is right; I’m the CEO of the company.”

“But we hung out together,” whined Lisa.

“Lisa, he might have his reasons,” replies Jennie

“Jennie is right; I do have my reasons. I aim to scout for talent and potential and put them into a group. I want to create an international girl group. As CEO, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do that, but as a staff member, I’m about to see someone’s true personality. I want to debut you four as a girl group really soon.”

The four of them look at each other in excitement. Hearing about being a worldwide star seemed out of reach, but it is now possible. “Would you four be interested in the girl group I plan to create?” 

Lisa is the first to say yes, “Of course, oppa! I want to perform all over the world!”

Rose imagines herself on stage, singing music she composed to millions of fans worldwide, “I…I would love to as well.” 

Jisoo replied, “I, too, want to be in a group with them.” 

The three look at Jennie, who looks at you and replies, “Of course, I want to stay with my members forever!”

You then reply, “Great. I’ll make you four into worldwide superstars!” 

They giggle amongst and hold each other’s hands at the exciting news.“I plan on creating my personal label, and I’m interested in you four joining as the first group.” 

Jennie asks, “What’s the difference between it and the company?” 

“Priority and privileges.” 

Jisoo, confused, asks, “What do you mean by that?” 

“I’ll be personally working with you and providing you with all the best things. That includes clothes, jewelry, and deals with brands and magazines. I also plan to have a separate building for music recording, training, etc. You all will have access to the best, no compromises.”

The girls can't help but smile at the idea of having access to the best. Rosé's dream of being a musician is closer than ever; she must make this happen. “I want to do it.” 

“I assumed this was the case, so I prepared a contract for each of you as a group contract. I’ll talk to each of you individually since this will be an important decision.”

Jieun escorts all the members to individual rooms, so you can gather your thoughts before the meeting. After you’re ready, you call for the oldest, Jisoo. 

“Come have a seat, Jisoo.” 

Jisoo sits, looking nervous with the two of you alone.

“We went a bit over the group contract earlier, but I want to review your individual one this time. Is there anything you’d like to add?” 

Jisoo is already thankful for the opportunity to receive all the support from the company. She doesn’t want to overstep and get greedy, “No, I think I’m okay as it stands.”

”Are you sure? I remember reading in your profile that you wanted to be an actress. Am I right?”

Jisoo shyly tilts her head forward and replies, “Yes, I wrote that down when I joined as a trainee.”

”Are you still interested, or have you given up on that dream?”

There is a slight hesitation, “I want to sing and perform with my teammates, but I still want to be an actress.” 

There it is, the hook. “I can make it possible if you’re still interested.” Jisoo’s ears perk as she hears your words, “Really? How?”

The two of you talk for a while until you reach an agreement. Jisoo immediately signs the contract without a second thought after promising to support her as much as possible. Your only condition is for her to agree with your choices without a second thought. 

——

The next one you talked to was Jennie; she was much easier to talk to, and you could get straight to the point. She sat before you, “I’m going to be real with you; I want you and your members. Not just as artists but as my toys.” 

Jennie slides the contract to the side, “So this is what this contract is about… I can’t blame you; my members are cute. Is there someone you have in mind?”

“Rosé. She has an amazing voice, and her desperation to become a singer is such a turn-on.”

“She did say she’ll do something to become one, but the only issue is that she’s into girls, not guys.”

“Won't you think that would be better? Rosé tossing her interests to the side, that’s something I would love to see. I want to make her my plaything.”

Jennie bites her lip at the idea of her member being corrupted, “you know she’s a virgin too; well, everyone is except me, of course,” says Jennie while sticking her tongue out.

“You must be proud, huh.” 

It’s true; Jennie is proud of herself. With her by your side, she knows that her chances of being successful are much better with you. “Of course, I love being your toy babe. It’d be even better if you make all of us into your toys; just imagine playing with us whenever you want.”

”You know what a guy wants; you’re so bad.”

”I want to make sure you’re well taken care of.”

The two of you continue to talk; she even provides some ways to make the girls agree. 

———-

After Jennie, the next one was Rosé; she sat in front of you and asked, “Were you serious about introducing us to the international market?”

”Of course, with your talent, I know you all can succeed. I mean, with your voice, it's a guarantee.”

You see the sparkle in Rosé’s eyes; her dream of becoming a singer is closer than ever. “So, where do I sign?”

You pull out the contract, “This right here is your individual contract. It states the expectations from both parties, which is the label and yourself. Read it over, and if you want to add anything, let me know.” 

Like her members before her, she just skims through the contract and asks, “Would it be possible to invite my parents and sister for my debut?”

”Of course, they are more than welcome to visit you. If you want, I can fly them over. I remember you mentioning that your sister is pursuing law, right?”

”Yeah, she’s still in college and looking to intern at a firm in Australia. You know that she’s been so supportive of me becoming an idol that I really want her to see my debut.”

”If that’s the case, then I promise you to make sure your whole family sees you on your special day.” 

“I promise that you won’t be disappointed; I’ll make sure that our group becomes the best group,” as she picks up the pen, singing her contract. 

———

Lisa, the maknae of the group, was the last member you had to meet. It didn’t take much convincing and only asked to be given the creative freedom to make choreographies and a space to dance. 

“You really got us, oppa. Or should I call you CEO-nim?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I’ll call you oppa.” 

“I’d like that.”

She smiles and asks, “Where do I sign?”

———

It’s been a few weeks since the members signed their individual contracts. It didn’t take long for them to see the immediate effect, such as a new apartment with rooms of their own, access to the new building, and other perks.

“Unnie, congrats on your internship!”

“Thanks, it all happened so suddenly. I can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

“When do you fly in?”

“In a few weeks, they even gave me an apartment and are paying for my accommodations.” 

“Really? That’s great. What firm are you working with?”

“That’s the funny part. I’ll be doing my internship through the Samsung group but will be in one of their subdivisions.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I got an email saying that they were looking for great talent and received a recommendation. I recently finished the acceptance process and will be signing the contract. The best part is that if they like me, they might offer me a job and pay for law school. I’m so excited, Rosie!”

Rose is more than happy to hear the good news from her sister. She’s been so supportive of her dream to become a lawyer; now it’s her time to cheer for her. The only thing is that she can’t shake off a feeling that something isn’t right, but she quickly puts it to the side and continues her talk with Alice.

——-

“Hello, mom, how is everything back home?”

“Everything is wonderful, Lisa. We have had some good news recently.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Remember how your father was thinking about expanding and was looking for investors for his restaurant?”

”Yeah, I do. He wanted to open up a new place, but it was expensive if he wanted to do it in the middle of the city.”

”Well, your dad found an investor. They want to invest in not only one restaurant but probably two or more. They want to remodel this one and expand the size. Your dad is so happy.”

”I’m so happy for him. He’s been working so hard these past few years.”

”What about you, sweetheart?”

”Good, I think coming to Korea was a great choice. I can’t tell you much right now, but I’m happy where I am. My group members make me feel at home.” 

————

All the members gather in your office, the four of them excited for the weekend to begin. 

“How are you four doing?”

Jennie responds, “Great, we have had a free day today, so we’ve been resting after a busy schedule.”

”Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting you all during your day off.”

The members nod, “It’s okay; we still have Saturday and Sunday off. You must have called us to say something important,” says Jisoo. 

“Yes, I wanted to ask how you four are adjusting to your new life?”

Rosé responds, “I love the recording and music room. I’ve spent most of my time there.”

”For me, it’s the practice studio; it’s so nice and spacious, I love it,” says Lisa.

”What about you two?”

Jennie responds, ”Jisoo and I like our new apartment. It’s nice to have our own space.”

Jisoo nods, “I agree with Jennie; we like the new apartment. Thank you so much.” The four of them slightly bow, thanking you for their new perks. 

“That’s great. I want to make sure that my future worldstars are given the best. Since you have tasted a bit of what I’m giving you, I think it's time for you to return the favor.”

The members were surprised by your comment and asked, “What do you mean?”

“The favors, remember. It’s in the contract you all signed.” 

Rosé responds, “I don’t remember seeing it.”

Knowing this was bound to happen, you pulled out a copy of their contract. You flip through the numerous pages until you reach the section you want to show them. “This is the part. It clearly states that you all are required to provide me with services on a regular basis in return for the perks you receive.” 

Rosé, shocked, says, “What kind of favors?”

With a straight face, you reply, “sexual favors, of course.” 

Rosé, Jisoo, and Lisa look shocked at your comment; Rosé stands up and tries to leave when Jennie grabs her hand, stopping her. “Don’t.” 

Rosé looks at Jennie in a serious expression and takes a seat. “Why didn’t you say anything before our contract signing?”

“I told you to check multiple times. You’re all adults.” 

Jisoo asks, “Is it possible to remove that part out?” 

“It’s possible, but that would mean you are breaking your contract.”

Rosé then asks, “Is that going to cost a lot?” 

“In simple terms, yes. The cost of a breach in the contract is a lot, plus the cost of room and board, food, training, and other expenses can be in the billions of won.”

They all look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. They don’t want to give their bodies as payment; it seems so wrong, but the cost of paying large amounts of money also seems too much.

“What if we can pay you some other way?” says Lisa.

“Listen, I’m going to be frank with you all. I want you four, so I’m going to give you an hour to think about it. I’ll step out and come back, so expect an answer.” 

You stand from your chair and begin to walk towards the door, “Just remember that this will have a great impact on both your personal and professional life,” you say before exiting.

The four of them finally get a sign of relief with you gone. They stay silent, taking in what just happened a few moments ago. 

Jennie breaks the silence, “What do you all plan on doing?” 

No one answers; instead, Jisoo stands up and looks around your desk for anything that can help them. She moves the mouse off your computer, causing it to turn on. She sees a folder with the initials of each member, “Girls, come here.” The members stand up and circle around the computer. Jennie grabs the mouse and clicks on the folder with her name to see basic information and a copy of your contract. “Nothing helpful.” 

Suddenly, something catches Rosé's attention when she notices a fold named “Alice.” She grabs the mouse from Jennie and clicks on it. There are multiple files, but a video recording gets her attention. She clicks on the recording, and the face of her video pops out. “Hello, my name is Alice Park. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to intern at your company. You’re the biggest employer in Korea, and interning at your company is a dream come true. Pursuing law has been a passion of mine since I was young, so I will do my best to meet your expectations. Thank you so much, and hope to see you real soon.”

Rosé can’t believe it, Alice’s employer is you? Many things run through her mind to the point it’s hurting. “Did he plan everything out? What should I do? Should I tell Alice?”

Jennie and Jisoo notice Rosè’s sister in the video and try to ask her what’s going on. Instead, Rosè stays silent, gathering her thoughts and what she should do. “Rosè, what’s going on?”

Lisa continued searching when she found a file named “Restaurant Investments.” She clicks on it and sees her dad’s picture and other documents that mention investing in his business. “What’s going on?” She sees a brief interview that mentions his reason for doing what he does. He responds that he loves the expression his family makes when they taste his food, especially his daughter. However, since she was young, she would love his food which is one of the reasons he wants to do his best. “My daughter is trying her best to make her dreams come true, as an old man I should also do something that my daughter should be proud of.”

Lisa doesn’t have to think twice, she knows what she has to do. “I’m going to make sure his dreams come true no matter what.”

An hour passes by, the four of them are sitting in the chairs as you enter the room on the dot. Rosè and Lisa look at you with an intense expression while Jisoo holds both their hands. Jennie, who is sitting in the back looks at you with a slight grin but quickly hides it when you sit on your chair. 

“I gave you four an hour. What are your answers?”

There is a slight hesitation as the four look at each other, thinking on what to say. Suddenly, Lisa raises her hand and says, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

The rest of her members' eyes widened as the maknae of the group was the first to respond. You can’t stop yourself from smiling, “Good choice.”

You look at the other three and say, “Lisa seems to have more conviction than anyone else in the group.” You look in Jisoo’s direction, “Jisoo, I assumed you would be the first to say something, but I guess Lisa, the youngest out of your four, has more guts.” 

Jisoo clenches her fist, but she’s scared. There is no way she couldn’t be. “What about you Jennie?”

She lifts her head, “So you’ll keep your promise and make me known worldwide?”

”Yes, there wouldn’t be anywhere in the world that won’t know your name.”

’Okay, I’ll do it too. I’ll do whatever you want, even be your personal toy.”

Jisoo lifts her head, “Jennie…” Her younger members are much braver than her. She tells herself that she needs to be the one to protect them, but instead they’re taking the reins of their future. She makes up her mind, “I…I’ll do it too.”

”Great. Three out of four.” You look at Rosé who’s head is still down, debating about making the right choice. Her answer will determine not only her future but her sister’s as well. “Alright. If I do this, you promise not to do anything to Alice, right?”

”Yes, I promise.”

”Okay, I’ll do whatever you want; just keep your promise.” 

You smile, knowing that the four women in front of you have decided to submit to you. “I’ll make sure to try you four with a lot of care.” You stand up and check out their body as they stand. “I want to make sure that you're all serious about your choice. Undress yourself right here, I want to see what I’m going to be working with,”

Their eyes widened from your request; they didn’t think it was going to happen so soon. “Okay.” Jennie is the first one to undress by first removing her blouse, bra, pants, and underwear. 

“Good girl.”

”Thanks,” Jennie smiles from your compliment. 

The other two members follow, undressing themselves until they’re completely nude. Rosé is the last one to undress, she struggles to take her panties off with one arm covering her breast. 

“Take your arm off, I want to get a good look at you.” She slowly moves her arm and puts it to the side. “There, better?”

“Feisty one. If you don’t want to do this you can just leave.” Rosé pinches her arm, stopping herself from leaving. She wants to get out of there but knows she can’t. “No, I’ll behave.”

Satisfied with her answer, you continue to walk around them, inspecting their flawless body. Each one of them have small but perky tits, a flat stomach with a cute little ass. Lisa yelps when you touch her ass, while Jennie smiles. 

“Since you all have the weekend together, how about we have some fun.” The girls don’t have to guess what you’re trying to say, they know what type of “fun” you’re talking about. “Any volunteers?”

There’s a silence, no one moving or reacting in any way. “No volunteers? I guess I'll choose the one I want to have first.” You go around, tracing your finger against their back. You feel them tremble, not wanting to be the first to get chosen. 

“I really want to have all of you at once, but I want to give you some one-on-one attention. You’re all too good, I can't make up my mind.” 

You stare and them, looking up and down as you decide on who to fuck first. You see one of them grabbing onto their arm, looking nervous. You think to yourself it's always best to pick the one who has the most to lose and make them yours.

“Rosé, I want you tonight.” 

You exit the room, leaving her standing alone in shock. She trembles, realizing that she’s going to give her body to a man. She’s never once thought about having relationships with a male, not even in the slightest. 

———

Jieun walks into the room, “Rosé, dear. Why the sad expression?  You should be happy that he chose you.” 

There’s no response from Rosé, and instead frozen in thought. 

“Anyways, I’m here because I’m going to take all you with me to choose an outfit for when he asks for you. Just remember that the more effort you put in the better the outcome,” says Jieun in a serious voice.

As they enter the room they see multiple racks of lingerie. Rosé’s eyes go wide as she figures out what she is going to wear. 

[808airsoftbros]

Forgotten or Not (Nana/Bae Suzy)

Author: This is a commission hiring from my good friend @elryuse but I added my own edits and twists to it so I hope you all enjoy it. Also if you want to read more of my fics check out my Masterlist

Y/N's POV

The grand dinner event was a whirlwind of glitz and glamour. The air was thick with anticipation as fans worldwide gathered to celebrate K-pop's meteoric rise. As a relatively new member of the scene, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves.

Suzy and Nana, my two girlfriends, were by my side. Their presence was a comforting balm amidst the chaos. We had been together for several years, our love a quiet, steady force in our lives.

As the evening progressed, I couldn't shake the feeling of a growing divide between the older and newer generations of idols. The younger stars, like Blackpink, exuded a confidence bordering on arrogance. Jennie and Lisa, in particular, were known for their outspoken nature.

I overheard them making derogatory remarks about the older generation, dismissing them as "grandmas" and claiming they were relics of the past. My blood boiled.

“If it weren’t for us we wouldn’t be in this position in the leaderboards!” Taeyeon argued but Jennie simply sniffed.

“Hm. Maybe so but your time is over and there is nothing left for you to give now it’s time make way for new gen idols like us!” Jennie replied and Lisa snickered.

“Enjoy your time Grandma, while it lasts~” Lisa remarked and laughed as they walked away.

I could tell Taeyeon-Noona wanted to say more but she didn’t because we all knew they were right…

I had always admired the pioneers of K-pop. It’s true they had paved the way for artists like me and the fact that our time is nearing but to see them treated with such disrespect was infuriating. Suzy and Nana tried to calm me down.

"Don't do it," Suzy whispered, her voice firm.

"It's not worth it." Nana agreed. "They're just young and naive. They'll learn eventually."

I knew they were right, but my anger refused to subside. As I watched the younger idols perform on stage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment. I had worked hard to get to where I was, and I didn't appreciate being dismissed so easily.

“I know but they didn’t have to be so rude about it!” I pointed out and Nana sighed.

“To tell you the truth… I was just like them when I was there age, when Afterschool debuted we were one of the best there was and for the previous generation of my time, we showed no sympathy in their situation, we thought we were invincible and we’d last forever… But I was wrong, as we got older, dancing and singing along with the ruthless practices got more difficult and eventually our company retired us and were quietly replaced by younger rookie idols and eventually we were forgotten,” Nana explained her story.

“And this cycle will always continue as long as K-pop stands, our companies are always working on training better and stronger idols than will ever be, and eventually as they get older they will soon feel the same as we did, we are lucky enough to still be in the industry as actresses, and in some cases… It doesn’t matter how old or how young idols are, they too will be replaced before they know it,” Suzy finished giving a dead serious look in my eyes.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Suzy and Nana's words. They reminded me of the transient nature of fame. One day, I too would be considered outdated and replaced by a new generation of idols.

It was a harsh reality, but it was one that I would have to face. I realized that I had been so focused on proving myself that I had lost sight of what was truly important. I had been so eager to be recognized as a rising star that I had forgotten to appreciate the journey.

The next morning, as I prepared for another event, I felt a newfound sense of perspective. I had faced a challenge, and I had come out stronger on the other side.

I realized that the future of K-pop was bright, and I was excited to be a part of it. As I stepped onto the stage that day, I felt a sense of peace.

I knew that I had a responsibility to the younger generation of idols. I would be their mentor, their guide. And I would do everything in my power to ensure that they were treated with respect.

But most importantly, I would cherish the love and support of my two incredible girlfriends, Suzy and Nana. Their love was a constant in my life, a beacon of light in the ever-changing world of K-pop.

The incident at the dinner event had brought Suzy and Nana even closer to me. The shared experience had deepened our bond, revealing a new level of understanding and empathy between us. Nana, always the practical one, had taken the lead in comforting me in the aftermath of the event.

Her gentle words and warm embrace had provided me with the solace I needed. Suzy, on the other hand, had offered a different kind of support.

Her quiet strength and unwavering belief in me had given me the courage to face the challenges ahead. As time went on, I found myself appreciating the unique qualities of each woman in my life.

Nana's grounded nature and unwavering support provided a sense of stability. Suzy's quiet strength and unwavering belief in me gave me the courage to face any challenge.

Their love for me was a constant in my life, a beacon of light in the ever-changing world of K-pop. Together, we navigated the ups and downs of our careers with grace and resilience.

We celebrated each other's successes and offered support during difficult times. Our bond grew stronger with each passing day, a testament to the power of love and friendship.

~

Five years later…

As five years passed since the dinner event, though may seem little time has passed but it felt a decade, the industry changed drastically than I could ever imagine. Blackpink who were one the worlds most famous K-pop group eventually fell under.

With new groups such as Le Sserafim, IVE, NewJeans, and others debuting, they got off huge while Blackpink went off the leaderboards with their absence of comebacks and attending other events and the same can be said for the previous generation groups.

As for myself, I decided to propose to my two beautiful girlfriends and when they said “yes” I was ecstatic and we got married a month later, and already discussing our retirement from the industry as we believed we’ve earned it after working for years.

One evening, as we sat together on the balcony of our shared apartment, I turned to Suzy and Nana.

"I'm so grateful for you both," I said. "You've made my life so much richer."

Suzy and Nana smiled at me. "We're grateful for you too," Suzy replied.

[minarisplaything]

Blackpink in Your Area (p1) ft. Jennie Kim

Pairing: Jennie Kim x Male!Reader Rating: Explicit / Mature Wordcount: 1.6k Summary: After her latest performance you find yourself sneaking backstage with your girlfriend.

AN: some context, this was made...god around the time of their first world tour? so writing wise it might not follow the same rhythm of my current stuff. but it's a personal fave i've had privately that i figure fuck it i might as well post it now. if you want to read a TWICE converted version of this chapter with Nayeon you can find it on my AFF profile but this is the OG never published version. Enjoy!

"Where are we going?"

"Ssh. Just come on!"

The accented voice leaves little room for argument as the owner's hand pulls you down another corridor. It seems with every turn you get further and further lost — which is likely the point. However, Jennie seems to know exactly where she is going, a small comfort at least. She pulls you down another tight passage then stops, pressing you against the cold wall. Instinctively you hold your breath before realizing you have no reason to — or at least you hope you don't.

"Jennie, you're acting like we're running from the cops," you speak, your voice a hushed whisper despite your previous reasoning.

"They might as well be the police," she responds, glancing back the way you came.

After another moment, she must be pleased that there is no one following you and turns to face you, a mischievous grin on her features. Without a word, she cups your face with her hands, bringing your lips down to meet hers in a slow, greedy kiss. Whatever concerns or confusion you had previously begin to fade away as your hands find their way around her. It has been so long since you had a moment together that you had forgotten how easy it was to melt into her embrace.

She pulls back, her nose brushing against yours. "If anyone saw us," even with your eyes closed, you can hear the relief and satisfaction in her voice. The kiss had the same effect on you. "This would be over and my career would be on the line," she places a kiss to your jaw as she speaks.

It is a bittersweet truth. What you have is masked in darkness and secrecy; not even the other members of her group know about you. If it were ever revealed to the public, not only would the fans and paparazzi eat you alive, dating is strictly against her company's rules. You always said that you would end things with her before you ever let that happen to her.

You feel her palm running over your cheek, your distressed thoughts likely showing on your face as your brow furrows. "Don't think about that now," she presses another kiss to your lips, then another and another; giving you plenty of time to notice just how soft and irresistible her lips are. By the fourth kiss, you are eagerly kissing her back, your hands sliding from her waist up her back, pulling her closer than you already were.

This time around your embrace is needier, hungrier; as if every second you were living on borrowed time. You feel her hands move from your cheek up into your hair, fingers running through and gripping at the short strands. Her teeth dig into your bottom lip, tugging on it while she peers up at you with those killer eyes of hers. The sight alone is enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"I need you," she says when she lets go, "Right here. Now."

As she speaks, one hand slides down from your hair, running over your chest and rubbing over your slacks. Her palm encourages the bulge that is growing there and you cannot deny that your arousal doesn't just come from her but the fact that at any moment you could be discovered. It is exhilarating in its own way. Adrenaline and lust are a dangerous concoction on any night but here with Jennie, it seems especially so.

You agree without a word, only giving a small nod of your head before you are spinning her around so her ass is jutting out to you while her hands splay against the opposite wall. She is still dressed in her stage outfit from the earlier performance, which doesn't help to subdue your eager hands in the least. She is stunning in every way, yet when she is on stage she still somehow seems to magnify that. Seeing the outfit just brings back memories of watching her earlier that night.

"Need some help there?" A teasing voice breaks you from your momentary recollection. Jennie is glancing over her shoulder at you, brunette hair partially masking her features. She has a vixen side to her and truth be told, you are used to her taking control and being in charge, but you also know that you cannot let this opportunity she is giving you go to waste.

In return, you offer her a smirk of your own, "Merely admiring the view." Though given your time and place, this is hardly the moment for appreciation.

You push her plaid skirt up, your hand dipping between her thighs. "You've soaked right through your training shorts, baby," you try to keep the arousal out of your voice, but the husky facade cracks just a bit. Jennie moans in response; the notion turns you on just as much as it does her clearly. "Just how long were you thinking about this?"

At first, it is a rhetorical question, but as your wrist snaps back and forth, fingers getting her off over her clothing, you find yourself eagerly waiting for an answer. Jennie does not give any; her breath comes out in quick hiccups. She leans further into the wall, her hips pressing out closer to you in obvious need. "Were you thinking about it during your performance?"

"Y-Yes..." she manages, her own hand reaching back to grip your wrist, refusing to let you stop. "When I saw you in the crowd — oh god."

You can tell she is going further and further down the rabbit hole. Her New Zealand accent becomes more pronounced the more aroused she gets. An astute observation you have made over your time together. It is not the only sign either; she is biting down on her plump bottom lip and her thighs are clenching deliciously around your hand.

Satisfied with her answer, you lean over her, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. "Baby, we don't have much time."

The idol takes a moment before she nods in response, her grip loosening on your hand. Your fingers deftly move from between her thighs to her waistband, pulling down her spanks to expose her to the night air. You make quick work of your pants buckle, or at least you try to. Your own eagerness causes your hands to fumble with it for a second before finally getting it undone and unzipped.

"Oh fuck..." Jennie moans loudly as you slide your length into her, and it is the most heavenly sound in existence. In any other time, you might've clasped one hand on her mouth to muffle the moans lest you be discovered, but in this moment, caution is thrown to the wind.

You can feel your cock swelling even further once you are inside her; the walls of her pussy clamping down on you. It takes you one thrust, then another before you are in to the hilt, a deep groan rumbling from your chest past your lips as you take a moment to revel in the sensation. That moment is all you allow yourself, however. Comparing it to the earlier kiss that had been the slow and eager first embrace; what comes next is pure hunger and lust.

Your hands grip her waist tighter as you pull out of her, hips snapping forward to meet hers. Another delicious moan reaches your ears as she lets her head fall back. Each thrust is harder and faster than the last, desperate to be with her and to have her coming undone in pleasure. Of course, to do that, you have to hold yourself together as well, and that is no easy task. "God, you feel so good."

The sound of skin slapping together begins to fill the space you have tucked into, mixing with the heavy breaths and moans that fill the air. You lean over her, one hand moving to turn her face towards you as your lips meet in a sloppy embrace. "I love seeing you like this. I want to make you feel this good all the time."

Jennie only moans in response, her mouth hanging open as she takes every inch of you. Your free hand moves from her waist to her chest; fondling her breast through her top. You have enough sense not to be so aggressive that you pop a button, but it is a tall task. The last thing you need is questions from the costume department.

"Fuck, right there," her hand reaches back, grabbing at your ass to force your cock back to hitting the same spot. Jennie is so used to being in control that you are almost tempted to deny her request. And maybe in a different time and place, you would have teased her for a bit before giving in. Now, however, you do not even have control over yourself, let alone strength to tease her. All you can do is what she asks of you. Hips move frantically to fulfill her desire, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into your skin, and you can feel your own release coming as well. "I — I'm close!" you grunt in warning.

"Hold on, baby. Hold on, I'm almost there... almost...!" she goes quiet; her body tightening as her mouth falls open in a silent cry, her eyes shut tight as her orgasm runs through her. Fingers dig into the back of your neck as she comes, and it is just might've been the most beautiful thing you have witnessed since her last one. Jennie has never been the loudest when she comes undone, yet it is still enough for you to reach your breaking point.

"JENNIE?!"

Suddenly, a voice cries out, causing you to physically jump back, your cock springing free of Jennie's pussy, cum shooting in the air. When you look in the direction of the out crying voice, you are both aroused and horrified.

There stands Jennie's group-mate and best friend, Jisoo, her face coated in your cum.

"...Oh fuck..."

[chrissssssmut]

An outbreak occurs worldwide, reader prepared for it, he was a survivalist fond of preparing for apocalyptic scenarios, a young ex-military man, bitter, paranoid, while others live their normal lives without noticing the patterns of an impending crisis, he was preparing himself, his move to a small town that only a few people, while the majority would try to make a life in the city, lucky for him they were people with a sense of collective and had a sense of survival, anyway, he bought stocks of toilet paper for his stocks, made his preparations in plastic bottles and preserves, had modest plantations (so as not to attract attention, until he surrounded the city) had animals for breeding, mainly rabbits, (other animals were hidden) so as not to attract the attention of the military when they passed by (the others were in hiding), he is also a skilled mechanic and electrician who knows how to fix cars and create things with scraps and spare parts, the scrapyard was his shopping mall, he kept any screws in his jars in the workshop. He also had stocks of medicines, equipment that he bought hidden (which would be the envy of a service station) and knowledge of alternative medicine, that is, how to use nature to your advantage, which plant was good for burners, for example. He had weapons too, an arsenal hidden in his bunker which was below the basement which was a cellar, due to his paranoia he had weapons hidden in the back fake ones in drawers and behind cabinets and pictures.

He only had himself, until a group of girls showed up. Jennie, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin, Liz, Winter and Karina.

APOCALYPSE'S DESIRE (Part 1)

Smut story

Jennie, Lisa, Rose, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin ,Liz, Winter and Karina x Male Reader

AN: Super love writing this story! I promise I'll give the other girls more action for part 2! Enjoy this part 1 for now! Much love to all of you for the support!♥️

You had always known the world would end with a whisper, not a bang.

The signs were there.

Gas prices didn’t spike overnight—they crept. Cities didn’t crumble from war—they rotted from the inside. Political figures started disappearing from press briefings. The water in your tap started tasting metallic. Even the animals moved differently.

While the world scrolled, laughed, danced in their neon-lit apartments for followers and likes, you were drilling water filters into old wine barrels. Burying medicine under fake garden beds. Logging ammo count in a stained notebook beside your solar rig.

When the blackout started, you were already stocked with enough toilet paper and canned beans to survive three winters. When the first wave of “the sickness” hit, you were 200 miles from the nearest city, your land surrounded by woods, fences, and warning signs.

You lived in the basement.

No—beneath the basement.

No windows, no sound. Just stone, ammo, the hum of the solar inverter, and the slow tick of your own heartbeat. You weren’t lonely. You were alive.

And then they showed up.

Knock knock knock.

You froze.

It wasn’t loud. Just… persistent. Too steady to be wind. Too clean to be an animal.

You grabbed the Glock from behind the pantry door—your third decoy weapon today—and stalked toward the cellar stairs.

Another knock. Louder now. You checked the camera feed.

Nine figures.

Thin. Dirty. One of them leaned against the wall like she might collapse. You zoomed in.

Young. Female. Late teens to mid-twenties. No visible weapons. No armor. No military cuts. Just scraps, hoodies, and tired eyes.

Still—could be bait.

You flicked the mic.

“You’ve got ten seconds to walk away. That’s more than most get.”

A voice answered. Steady, with a rasp.

“We’re not infected. We’re not raiders. We’re just trying to survive.”

A beat.

“Please.”

You let the silence stretch.

You didn’t trust the word please.

Five minutes later, you were outside, weapon in hand, standing behind the reinforced gate you’d welded from scrap and truck grills.

They stood in a loose huddle. Dirty, but not desperate. Not yet. One girl—tall, tan, sharp eyes—stood slightly ahead. Her lips were chapped, but her voice was cool.

“I’m Jennie. That’s Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo. The tall ones—Wonyoung and Yujin. The quiet ones—Liz, Winter, Karina. We’re not armed.”

“That’s your first mistake,” you said flatly.

Lisa, arms crossed, scoffed. “Or our only choice.”

You looked them over again. Jennie had military posture—not trained, but controlled. Jisoo had blood on her sleeve. Not hers. Rosé carried a worn med kit like it was gold. Wonyoung was watching your hands, not your face. Smart girl.

“Why here?” you asked.

“We saw smoke,” Karina said softly. “And rabbits.”

You cursed under your breath. You hadn’t hidden the traps well enough. You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“You come in, you follow my rules. You steal, lie, or touch my tools—you’re gone. No second warnings. You hear me?”

They nodded, a little too quickly.

“I don’t care who you were before,” you added. “Pop stars, influencers, fucking astronauts—I don’t do fame. I do survival. You eat what you grow. You work. You don’t make noise unless you want the wrong kind of people hearing.”

Jennie met your eyes.

“We understand.”

You paused, then buzzed the gate.

They walked in slowly, taking in the perimeter. You could see the flicker of calculation in their eyes—the coops, the hydro barrels, the silent wind turbine behind the barn. You watched their hunger. Not just for food. For safety. For order.

Winter knelt near a planter box. Her fingers brushed the leaves.

“Lemon balm,” she murmured. “Good for fever.”

You tilted your head.

“You know herbs?”

She nodded once. “My grandma taught me.”

You gestured toward the shed.

“I’ve got a drying rack. You’ll help stock the cellar.”

Her eyes widened just a little. It was the first hint of trust you allowed yourself.

That night, you ate rabbit stew around a salvaged heater.

Wonyoung sat cross-legged, poking the fire with a stick. Jisoo wrapped a shawl around Liz’s shoulders. Lisa cleaned a hunting knife she swore she found on the road. You didn’t believe her. You didn’t stop her.

They asked you questions.

About the traps. The water tank. The solar rig. They weren’t just making conversation—they were studying you.

“Why here?” Rosé asked quietly.

You didn’t look up.

“Why not.”

“No. I mean—why this town?”

You sighed.

“People don’t fight for small towns. They drain them. Forget them. And that’s what I wanted—to be forgotten.”

Jennie’s voice was low. “Not anymore.”

You finally looked at her.

“I’ll decide that.”

They stayed.

You watched them—how they moved, how they rationed. Karina repaired torn clothes like she’d done it for years. Yujin carried logs like they were feathers. Liz never complained, even when her hands blistered.

And slowly, you started locking the cellar door less often.

One night, Wonyoung knocked on your workshop door.

“Teach me to shoot.”

You didn’t answer. Just slid a pistol across the table.

She picked it up. Checked the chamber. Raised it.

“You’ve held one before.”

“My father was military.”

You hesitated.

“He didn’t make it.”

You watched her. She didn’t flinch.

“I’ll train you at sunrise,” you said.

Her eyes softened.

“Thanks... oppa.”

You almost smiled.

It was past midnight when you heard the faint creak of the cellar door.

Your hand slid toward the pistol under your cot out of habit—but the footsteps were light, careful. Not a threat. Not yet.

She didn’t say anything as she came down the old stone steps, barefoot, wrapped in the same faded hoodie she always wore at night. Jisoo’s eyes met yours across the dim space, candlelight flickering behind her like she’d stepped out of some old painting—dirt on her knees, a cut on her thigh from that last scouting run, still not stitched clean.

You didn’t say her name. Just stared.

She stepped closer.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.

You grunted. “Not my problem.”

She paused, then sat on the edge of the cot anyway. Brazen.

“...You watch all of us like we're ticking bombs. Like you’re waiting for one of us to break.” Her voice was soft, unblinking. “I think you’re scared of being needed.”

Your jaw flexed. “I’m not scared of shit.”

“No?” she leaned closer, her hand barely brushing the side of your leg. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”

You could smell her—smoke, soap, and something warm beneath it all. Something real.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you said, voice low.

Her fingers found your thigh. “I’m not playing.”

You grabbed her wrist—not rough, but firm. Testing. She didn’t pull away.

Her lips parted as you stood, towering over her. “You think I’m some soft-hearted fool who’ll fold because a pretty girl bats her lashes?”

Jisoo stood too, slowly, until her chest brushed yours. “No. I think you’re a man who’s been alone too long.”

Silence. Your hand slid down her side, under the hoodie, finding bare skin. You felt the shiver that ran through her.

“You want this?” you asked.

“Yes.” No hesitation. Just breathless need.

You didn’t kiss her first. You grabbed her. Hands in her hair, mouth on her throat, pushing her back until she hit the cellar wall with a soft gasp. She let you take control. She wanted it.

“Keep your voice down,” you growled against her neck. “Or you wake the whole damn camp.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Let them hear.”

You slid her hoodie off, exposing her bare chest to the cold air and your hungry hands. You kissed down her collarbone, teeth scraping skin, until she was shaking between your body and the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist like instinct.

Your belt hit the floor.

She moaned—quiet but desperate—as you pushed your cock inside her, raw and tight and perfect. The kind of fit that made you wonder if fate was cruel or kind.

She clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders. “God—been dreaming about this…”

You thrust deep, slow at first, savoring it. Every moan she swallowed for your sake, every roll of her hips, every muffled gasp—it was real. Like breathing for the first time in weeks.

And when she came—biting your shoulder to muffle the scream—you realized you hadn’t touched another human like this in years.

You came inside her, holding her tight, forehead against hers.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Then Jisoo whispered, “You’re not alone anymore.”

And for once—you didn’t argue.

You didn’t sleep much after that night with Jisoo.

Not because you regretted it—no, it was the opposite.

She made you feel something again, something terrifying and raw. After so long alone, her warmth lingered like a fever. Every time you closed your eyes, you could still feel her nails dragging down your back, her breath trembling against your skin, her words—you’re not alone anymore—echoing in your head like a promise you never asked for.

But reality didn’t slow down. The world outside your fences was still rotting, and the people depending on you still needed clean water, working generators, and bullets for the next time the roads brought trouble.

Jisoo didn’t push. She didn’t hover or cling. But you could feel her eyes on you when you walked past, lingering just a second too long. You didn’t know what to make of it yet.

Then the long-range run came up—fuel, batteries, meds. Jisoo volunteered to go. You didn't stop her. You didn’t even say goodbye.

Maybe she needed space.

Maybe you did, too.

Either way, when the truck rumbled down the gravel road and vanished into the trees, only a few stayed behind. And for the first time in weeks…

It started with silence.

Not the eerie, heavy kind—the rare kind. The kind of silence you earned.

Everyone else was gone—off on a long-range scavenging run. Jisoo had insisted on going this time, maybe to clear the air. Maybe to mark her place. You didn’t stop her. You just watched the truck vanish down the old highway, and turned back toward your workbench.

You needed it—silence, time, your hands in wire and grease.

Then you noticed her.

Lisa. Sitting on a crate in the corner of the shed, half-shadowed by stacked metal scraps, watching you work. Not moving. Just chewing gum and swinging one leg over the other.

“How long you gonna pretend you didn’t know I was here?” she asked, smirking.

You didn’t look up. “Since you sat your loud ass down.”

She laughed. “You think I’m loud?”

You turned the wrench harder than you had to. “Only when you want attention.”

“What if I do?” Her voice was slower now. Thicker.

You looked over your shoulder.

She was leaning back on her arms, legs spread just a little wider than needed, tank top barely holding onto one shoulder. You didn’t mean to stare—but she wanted you to.

“You watching me now, oppa?” she teased.

“You think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me for a week?” you snapped. “You think I didn’t see you watching when Jisoo snuck into the cellar?”

The smirk dropped—just a little.

But she didn’t back down.

“You want to know why I watched?” she said, standing slowly. “Because you looked… hungry. Like someone finally cut your chains loose.”

She walked toward you, boot heels hitting concrete.

“I want that too,” she said, eyes dark. “I want to see what you’re like when you stop holding back.”

You stepped forward. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Then burn me.”

You grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, slamming her back against the shed wall with a hard grunt. Tools rattled on the pegboard. The heat between you was instant, electric—your lips crashing against hers, teeth scraping, tongues fighting.

She kissed like she fought—fast, rough, cocky. But when your hands slid up her back under her shirt, she shivered. Vulnerable. Real.

“You wanted this,” you growled against her throat.

“I want you.” she hissed back, pulling your shirt off with shaking fingers. “Every dirty thought, every rough edge. All of it.”

You spun her around again—facing the wall this time. Bent her over the worktable. She gasped as you yanked her shorts down, your calloused hands grabbing the curve of her ass, your cock already hard and aching against her thigh.

“Tell me you want it,” you growled, positioning yourself behind her.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes hooded, lips parted.

“I need it.”

You pushed in, hard and deep, pulling a loud moan from her lips as her hands gripped the edge of the table.

The shed filled with heat and wet sounds—your hips slamming against hers, the scrape of metal tools, her breathy little whimpers with every thrust.

“Fuck—you’re big—so full—”

“Quiet,” you grunted, hand over her mouth as you thrust harder, deeper. “Or the birds’ll hear.”

But she liked being caught. Liked the idea of being used right here, where anyone could come back early. You could feel her clench tighter every time you whispered filth into her ear.

“You’re dripping,” you whispered. “Such a mess. You waited all this time, just to get bent over my worktable like a needy slut?”

She whimpered under your hand, nodding.

“Good girl.”

That broke her.

She came hard—legs trembling, body writhing under you—and the way she screamed into your hand made you lose control.

“F-fuck—! I-I’m cumming—so full, I can’t—” she sobbed into your palm, eyes rolling back as her walls clenched tight around you. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Your hand clamped tighter over her mouth.

“You’re taking it so well,” you growled, hips slamming deep. “Messy little thing. That what you wanted, huh? To be fucked dumb in my shed?”

She nodded frantically, drooling into your fingers, breath breaking in high, desperate whines.

“Mmhf—! G-God, you feel too good—fill me up, please—just give it to me—”

You buried yourself to the hilt and came with a guttural growl, spilling deep inside her as she sobbed through the overstimulation, body still twitching around your cock like she couldn’t let go.

After a long pause, you pulled out slowly. She slumped against the table, flushed and wrecked, shorts still around her ankles, a wild grin on her lips.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” she said breathlessly.

You zipped your pants. “Already did.”

She laughed. “Wonder how long I’ve got before Jisoo finds out.”

You didn’t answer.

But you both knew—it wouldn’t be long.

Lisa fell asleep curled against you, breath slow, skin flushed, thighs still twitching from how hard she came.

You didn’t stay long.

You covered her with an old army blanket, brushed the sweat-damp hair from her cheek, and left the shed before the sun could rise.

It wasn’t about regret.

It was about control.

Letting one girl in was already dangerous. Two? That was the start of something you couldn’t fix—a fracture in the fortress you’d spent years building.

You went straight to the workshop and stayed there until your hands bled from over-tightening screws and your ears rang from the grind of metal on metal.

Jisoo didn’t ask what you did that day. But she didn’t need to. She knew. Her eyes said enough when you passed her in the hallway, and the silence she left in her wake felt louder than a gunshot.

You thought maybe things would settle. That Lisa would move on. That Jisoo would calm down.

You were wrong.

It started with a glance.

You’d just finished repairing the solar panels when Jisoo cornered you outside the barn. She wasn’t loud about it. She never was.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” she said, brushing a speck of dust from your shirt. Her fingers lingered too long. “Is it the nightmares again?”

“I’m fine.”

She stepped closer. “You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You didn’t answer.

“You’ve been… distant. Since the others got back.” Her voice dropped. “Since Lisa.”

There it was.

Your jaw clenched. “You jealous?”

She smiled without warmth. “I’m reminding you what we have. Before someone else tries to rewrite it.”

You stared at her for a long moment. Then walked past.

She didn’t stop you.

But someone else was watching.

You found Wonyoung later—alone, sitting on the porch steps with her knees drawn to her chest, dark hair falling over one shoulder, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie.

“You always stomp off after a fight?” she asked, voice light.

“Wasn’t a fight.”

“Mm.” She glanced up, eyes unreadable. “She’s scared. That you’ll stop needing her.”

You stiffened.

“That’s what you’re scared of too, isn’t it?” she added. “Needing someone. Letting them in.”

You sat beside her without thinking. She didn’t move away.

“You think you’ve got everyone figured out,” you muttered.

“No,” she said, tilting her head. “But I figured you out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re not nearly as cold as you want to be.” She smiled. “You let Lisa touch you. You let Jisoo see you. But me?” Her fingers brushed your wrist. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You’re seventeen.”

“I’m nineteen,” she said calmly. “Not a little girl. Not a fool either.”

You went still.

“Besides,” she whispered, voice brushing your ear like silk, “I don’t need to beg for you like the others.”

You turned to her slowly, eyes narrowed.

“Then what do you need?”

She leaned in, lips nearly grazing yours.

“I just need… five minutes alone with you.”

She pulled you by the hand.

Not to your cot. Not to the cellar.

To the storage room—locked, hidden behind the water barrels—where she knew no one would look. And when she closed the door behind you, she didn’t say a word.

She pushed you against the wall.

“You want me to beg?” she whispered, undoing her hoodie. “Or do you want me to earn it?”

You caught her wrist. “You think you’re in control?”

“No.” Her smile was pure mischief. “But I think you want to give it to me.”

She dropped to her knees like a dream—slow, reverent. Fingers tracing your waistband. She undid your belt with an infuriating calm, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“So tense,” she murmured, freeing your cock and stroking it slowly, deliberately. “So angry all the time. What would happen if you just… let go?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Not when her mouth wrapped around you—hot, wet, tongue teasing every inch like she studied you, like she knew what would break you.

“Fuck—” you hissed, grabbing her hair. “You’re a slut, you know that?”

She moaned around your cock, hands gripping your thighs, taking you deeper until you hit the back of her throat. No gag. No panic.

Just control.

And then she pulled off, saliva trailing from her lips, pupils blown wide.

“You gonna fuck me now?” she said softly. “Or are you scared I’ll ruin you too?”

That was the last straw.

You grabbed her, lifted her effortlessly, shoved her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist, panties already soaked, and when you sank into her, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

“Oh my god—” she gasped. “You feel—fuck—so big, it hurts—”

You didn’t stop.

You thrust into her hard, deep, the wall shaking with every motion, her back arching as her arms clung around your neck.

“Tell me how bad you wanted my cock,��� you growled into her ear.

“I wanted it—since the first day—we walked in and I saw you—so angry, so lonely—”

You fucked her harder.

“You’re mine now,” you snarled.

“Yours—yours—fuck—I’m gonna cum—!”

She came with a cry, pussy clenching tight, milking you, dragging your orgasm out of you in violent, choking waves.

You filled her, holding her close as her body trembled in your arms, every gasp a whispered prayer.

When it was over, she kissed your jaw. Sweet. Innocent.

“She’s going to know,” you muttered.

“Let her,” Wonyoung whispered. “She’s not the only one who knows how to survive.”

The tension didn’t just appear overnight—it had been simmering for days, each small action, each glance, pulling taut the fragile threads between you and the others. But it all came to a head when the first rays of dawn broke through the cracked windows, lighting up the kitchen like the calm before a storm.

You’d just finished stacking firewood in the stove when you felt it. The shift in the air. The weight of silence breaking with every shift of a spoon, the scrape of chairs, the too-loud clatter of bowls and cups.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“So,” Lisa said, voice light, too light. “Anyone else notice how our fearless leader’s been... busy lately?”

Your hand froze on the kettle.

Across the table, Jisoo didn’t look up. Just kept stirring her oatmeal.

“Lisa,” Jennie murmured. A warning.

“What?” Lisa grinned. “It’s not a crime to relieve stress in the apocalypse, right?” She turned her gaze to you, smirking. “And damn, he’s got plenty to give.”

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She was sipping tea, legs crossed neatly, gaze fixed on the wall like none of this concerned her.

“You’re not funny,” Jisoo said quietly.

Lisa arched a brow. “Didn’t say I was trying to be.”

You stepped forward. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. You could feel the blood in the water now—something primal, unspoken, and about to turn violent.

“You’re not the only one who’s been around him,” Jisoo said, voice low and calm, but her knuckles were white around her spoon. “So maybe don’t act like he’s yours.”

Lisa blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “Me? You’re the one who’s been playing housewife. Like giving him a little sob story in the cellar makes him your man now.”

“At least I didn’t jump him in a damn shed like a stray cat in heat.”

That one hit.

Lisa stood. “Say that again.”

You stepped between them. “Both of you—stop. Right now.”

“Why?” Wonyoung said, finally looking up. Her voice was soft, almost amused. “Let them. Let them claw each other over a man who’s already bored of both.”

The room went still.

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “You want to add something, Wonyoung?”

“No,” Wonyoung said with a small smile. “I already had my turn.”

Lisa’s eyes shot to her. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” Wonyoung said, brushing nonexistent lint off her sleeve. “You thought you were the only one who knew how to be quiet?”

Jisoo stood now too.

“When?” she snapped. “When did you—”

“Storage room,” Wonyoung replied, still seated, still calm. “The night you left for the outpost.”

Lisa turned to you, blinking in disbelief. “You let her—her?”

You didn’t say anything.

Because the truth was: you did. And you didn’t regret it. Not in the moment.

But now?

Now it felt like lighting a match in a room soaked in gasoline.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jisoo whispered, eyes wet now. “You said you didn’t let people in.”

You met her eyes. “I didn’t mean for this—”

“You never mean anything, do you?” she bit out. “You just let things happen. Let people crawl into your bed and pretend they matter.”

The room was spinning now.

Winter and Karina had gone silent in the corner, both watching with wide eyes. Yujin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, lips tight, as if holding something in. Liz… Liz looked like she wanted to disappear.

“If this is how it’s going to be,” Jennie said suddenly, rising to her feet, “we need rules.”

Everyone turned to her.

“This isn't just about him anymore. It’s about all of us. About surviving. You really wanna let jealousy ruin the only safe place we’ve got left?”

She looked at you, eyes sharp.

“We’re not playing harem in the woods. So decide. Now.”

You swallowed hard.

Lisa was glaring at you like you betrayed her.

Jisoo was fighting tears.

Wonyoung? She just tilted her head, like she was curious to see what you’d say next.

And for a moment, you couldn’t speak.

Because you did want them. Maybe not all the same way. Maybe not equally. But they weren’t just tools or passengers.

They were yours now. In some impossible, irreversible way.

But how do you say that?

The air in the kitchen felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words and heated glares. You knew things had gone too far, but there was no easy way to patch this up—not anymore. Lisa's smirk was gone, replaced by a cold look in her eyes.

Jennie stood now, slowly, the tension tightening in her posture. She was quiet, but her presence was commanding.

“We need to set some ground rules,” Jennie said, voice low, but carrying. “Before this spirals any further.”

Jisoo, still standing by the window, crossed her arms. “And what? You think these ‘rules’ are going to fix things? You think we’re going to go back to being a team just like that?”

Her voice broke, just slightly, but enough for everyone to hear. It was raw. Vulnerable.

But Lisa jumped in before anyone could say anything.

“What are you going to do, Jisoo?” She tilted her head. “Gonna keep pretending you didn’t already make your move on him? You're no better than the rest of us.”

“I didn’t—" Jisoo began, but her voice faltered. "It’s not like that."

“It never is, is it?” Lisa interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jisoo’s face flushed with anger, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Wonyoung’s voice cut through the chaos, soft, almost like a whisper, but cutting.

“Enough.”

Everyone froze.

Wonyoung’s gaze swept over the group, calm but dangerous in its quiet authority. Her lips curved, almost imperceptibly, as if she were savoring the power she held in the silence.

“We’re all here because we need each other,” she continued, her eyes landing on you. “If we’re going to survive, we need to stop pretending it’s just about him.” She leaned back in her chair, her voice casual, but the weight of her words was unmistakable. “This is about trust. And right now, trust is... fragile.”

She turned her gaze toward Lisa, then to Jisoo. The others were silent, watching the battle unfold, as if they’d seen this coming, as if the tension between the three of you had been building for days.

“You’ve both been too focused on him,” Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with barely concealed amusement. “Fighting over scraps. But here's the truth: none of us are in control of anything anymore.” She let that sink in for a moment, before adding softly, “Including him.”

The room was heavy with silence. Then Jennie stepped forward, her gaze narrowing.

“What’s your point?” she asked, voice steady but sharp.

Wonyoung’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She was playing a different game—a game that was more dangerous than anyone realized. She wasn’t just speaking to the group. She was speaking to you.

“My point,” she said, her eyes flicking to you with a dangerous, knowing gleam, “is that he doesn’t want to be anyone’s prize. He’s been alone, surviving on his own for so long, and now you’re all trying to fit him into your little world.” She stood up, taking a step toward you, her voice dropping an octave, a little too intimate. “You’re just another thing to survive, aren’t you?”

You swallowed. The words hit deeper than you expected. Was she right?

“What if I don’t want to be part of anyone’s game?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She simply smiled, stepping closer to you. “You’re already in it, whether you like it or not.”

A tense silence filled the room before Karina spoke up, her voice surprisingly firm.

“We don’t have time for this,” she said, crossing her arms. “The world’s falling apart. We need to focus on what we’re here for—survival.”

But it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Wonyoung’s words were like poison, slowly creeping through the group, infecting everyone’s thoughts.

“You really think survival is the only thing that matters, Karina?” Wonyoung’s voice was silky, cold. “We’re here because we’re human. And that means we fight for more than just food and shelter. We fight for connection.”

Her gaze locked with yours again, a dangerous intensity in her eyes.

“And you,” she said softly, “you’re not just a survivor anymore. You’re part of us. Whether you want to be or not.”

The room was a powder keg, and you could feel it. The tension had reached its peak, and no one was backing down. The power dynamics were shifting—everyone was trying to stake their claim.

Wonyoung’s words were a reminder of how deep things were going. The way she looked at you—possessive, almost calculating—wasn't lost on anyone. Jisoo was still struggling with the jealousy bubbling inside her, but now, there was something else in her eyes too. Hurt. Vulnerability.

And Lisa?

She was watching, waiting for the next move, the next spark. Her frustration was palpable, but there was something else lurking behind her cool façade—desire.

This wasn’t over.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Its me again... sorry. I was wondeting if icould get poly! Blair x serena x jenny taking care of sick reader? Maybe a quick cameo of Dan checking up On the closest thing he has to a bestie?

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absolutely you can! I hope you like it <3

Under the Weather (poly Serena van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf, and Jenny Humphrey x gn reader)

Warnings: sick fic, slight hurt/comfort, throwing up/feeling nauseous is talked about a lot here in case that bothers anyone, they/them pronouns used to refer to the reader in a gender neutral manner

You told Serena not to go out in the rain when it was below freezing, but of course she didn't listen and just did what she wanted like usual. She ended up catching a cold from it and was thankfully better within days, but you on the other hand weren't so lucky. Whatever she had was passed onto you, where it erupted into something much worse.

A runny nose, a sore throat, and a pounding headache (not to mention feeling so nauseous you could barely keep food down) were just some of your symptoms. You couldn't even move out of bed you were so weak, which led your partners to think that maybe it couldn't entirely be blamed on a little cold and you got it from somewhere else.

Serena, for her part, felt absolutely awful over what happened, regardless of whether it was her fault or not, and spent most of her time cuddled up in the bed next to you, acting like a remorseful puppy dog. While it was nice to have her there, you had to admit it was a teensy bit annoying how she wouldn't leave your side under an circumstances, even when you had to use the bathroom.

Thank God for your two other girlfriends being there to help you. Jenny did most of the cleaning up after you, and Blair had Dorota make you some homemade soup for when you were strong enough to stomach it. Between the three of them, you were well taken care of, even if you still felt like crap.

"Serena, you've gotta get off me," you grumbled after waking up that afternoon with a temperature that felt like you'd just bathed in a volcano. "I'm burning up."

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry," she cooed before pressing a kiss to your cheek. She pulled herself away from you as she sat up on the bed, just enough to give you a little space. "Do you need an icepack for your head?"

"No, I just- Urgh." Your hands immediately went to your stomach as you rolled over, curling up into a fetal position on your side. "I think I'm going to hurl."

"Jenny, Blair, we need a bucket," the blonde called out for them before reaching her hand out to rub your back, trying to offer you some comfort. "It's okay, honey, I'm here."

"What's going on?" Blair questioned as she entered the room in a hurry, her brow furrowed into a look of concern at the sight of you lying in a ball on the bed.

"We need a bucket. I- I think they're going to be sick," Serena replied as she continued to rub your back, glancing over at Blair as she spoke. "Where's Jenny?"

The brunette's nose wrinkled up at the mention of you getting sick. "She went out a little earlier to get more tissues. I told her I'd have someone get them for her, but she insisted."

Serena sighed and nodded her head in understanding. That sounded like Jenny, alright. Always wanting to do things by herself rather than taking help when it was offered to her. "Okay, well, we're going to need the bucket from earlier. Do you know where it is?"

"Um, yeah. I can go get it for you." She turned and went back down the hall, almost running into Dan on the way out. "What are you doing here?" She questioned with slight suspicion, eyeing him as if he was an underground informant wearing a wire. Blair was known to be protective, but it was amplified when you didn't feel good.

"I just came to check up on them. I heard from Serena that they weren't feeling well," he explained, not at all taken back by her intense demeanor as he was pretty used to it by now.

Leave it to her to blab. Blair knew Serena meant well, but sometimes she ended up doing more harm than good. "Well, she was right. But you can't see them right now. They're about to be sick, and I need to get a bucket for them before that happens." She turned on her heel and left before he could respond.

He considered just leaving like she told him to, but the thought of you, his best friend, laying in bed because you felt so awful made him keep going. He carefully pushed entered the bedroom, the door having been left open. You were still curled up in a ball, with Serena practically glued to your side as you tried your best not to hurl.

"Hey," he greeted in a soft voice as he slowly approached, not wanting to startle you, especially now of all times.

"Honey, look. Dan's here," Serena muttered quietly while giving your arm a light pat to get your attention.

You let out a barely audible groan at the news as you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would somehow alleviate the migraine you had. "B- Bucket," you managed to choke out, a warning that you wouldn't be able to hold down your vomit for much longer.

"Blair!"

As soon as her name was called, the brunette came rushing back in, carrying the bucket. She shot Dan a dirty look as she passed him before setting the bucket down in front of you, which you took gladly. She gently rubbed your shoulder as you puked, both her and Serena doing their best to keep you as calm and safe as possible.

Jenny arrived just then, carrying a grocery bag full of tissues and hand sanitizer, among other things. "Oh, geez," she said under her breath when she saw the state you were in, immediately dropping the bag as she made her way over to you.

"Look, sweetheart, Jenny's back," one of your partners spoke to you, though it was hard to tell who exactly when your head hurt so bad and both your hearing and sight seemed to be dampened significantly as a result of it.

"Hey, baby. I went and got you some more stuff," she spoke in a low and soothing voice while watching you with a visible look of concern.

"Thank you." Your voice was raspy and weak, making you sound as though you were on death's doorstep. Obviously you weren't, but they couldn't help but worry about you regardless.

"Maybe you should get some more rest," Dan suggested as he awkwardly hovered near the bed, wanting to comfort you and help make things better but not really knowing how.

"You know, that's actually a good idea for once," Jenny commented, to which her brother simply rolled his eyes. "Lay down and sleep a little bit more that way you can hopefully get through the worst of it, okay?"

All you could do was nod in agreement, far too weak to protest (not that you wanted to, as a nap sounded really great right about now). You got comfortable in your spot on the bed and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

When you woke up again, you weren't sure how much time had passed, but miraculously you actually felt a little bit better. Blair and Jenny were gone, and surprisingly Serena was, too, though you weren't completely alone as Dan was napping in a chair across the room from you.

"Where is everybody?" You questioned, your voice feeling scratchy and dry from how sick you were. God, you needed some water.

He let out a soft hum as he stretched, clearly not as asleep as you thought he was. "They're downstairs getting something to eat. I told them that I'd watch you so they could take a break without having to worry too much."

"How thoughtful of you, offering to look after sick little old me," you lightly teased in response as you sat up some in bed. "I'm surprised you're not worried about catching whatever it is that I've got."

"Well, at least if I do I'll have you there to take care of me," he quipped in turn, an amused smile toying with his lips as he watched you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he seemed relieved that you weren't nearly as sick as you were when he first came over.

You let out a snort of laughter. "Yeah, right. If you get as sick as I got, you're on your own. Get Vanessa to take care of you."

He was about to retort with his own playful comment when the door opened and all three of your girlfriends came waltzing in. "Baby, you're awake," Serena said as she immediately moved to get on the bed next to you, pulling you in for a hug.

"Serena, be careful with them. You don't know if they're still feeling as awful as they did earlier," Blair chastised with an eye roll at her eagerness while Jenny walked in carrying a bowl of soup.

"Here. I brought you something to eat in case you feel up to it." She gave you a soft smile while setting the bowl down on the nightstand. You had to admit, it smelled heavenly, and for the first time in days your stomach wasn't automatically churning at the thought of consuming food.

"Thanks, J. You're the best." You reached out to take her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze to show your appreciation. "Do you guys wanna watch a movie or something while I eat?"

"As long as it's not another one of those cheap horror movies," Blair stated while giving Jenny a pointed look.

"Hey, Friday the 13th is a horror classic! It's not my fault that you didn't like it," the younger blonde pouted while crossing her arms before getting on the bed with you.

It was hard not to smile at the sight of them lightheartedly bickering with one another, a sure sign that things were finally going back to normal after they spent so long worried over you and your health. Despite how awful you'd been feeling, you couldn't deny it was nice to be cared for.

You allowed all three of your girlfriends to cuddle up on the bed with you, Dan still in his chair as you turned on the TV and put on some random holiday film. It was enough to make you forget that you'd been sick, at least for a little while.

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Her fingertips brush against your arm, sending a bolt of pleasure running down to your curled up toes. She chuckles and nudges at your knees, her breath on the back of your neck. Once she’s satisfied with the position of your feet she moves to your hands, sliding her fingers down the length of them until she reaches your fists, tightly wrung around the golf club.

“Relax,” she coos, her hips swaying back and forth. Your body follows her cue and soon you feel the tension start to ease, slipping down and out of your stiff form. “That’s right. We’re just having fun. There’s no stakes here.”

She’s wrong. We are not having fun and the stakes are high. There’s an intricate dance being played out on the golf course today, one you had planned to win. Yet every time she gets too close you find it hard to breathe let alone think about your next move. You thought you were in charge but somehow you are being led along like a dog on a leash. Her power is too strong.

“Great! Remember this. Let your body feel this, let it absorb the pose until it naturally falls into it,” she says, her hands on your hips. “Don’t laugh. Close your eyes and really feel it.”

All you can feel are her delicate fingers and it’s filling you up all right, with thoughts of where on your body you want those hands to be. You wonder if she can hear your heart thudding in your chest, if she knows what a simple touch can do to you.

Once you have practised a few more times you hit the ball. It doesn’t go far. The pitiful attempt is so bad you can see the ball clearly in front of you. Disappointment seeps out of every pore as you slouch over with a groan.

“It’s okay,” she says with a chuckle poking your ribs. “You know most beginners get 170 strokes at first. Albeit they are children but still.”

“So I’m worse than a child.”

“You still have time to turn it around.”’ She pats you on the back, her lips closed tight in an obvious attempt to stop herself from laughing.

“Maybe I need a goal to shoot for. Something to make it worth my time,” you say with a pout.

“Oh? Does the baby need a weward?” Her laugh fills the space and warms your skin, and even though it’s directed at you, the sound calms your erratic heart. At least until she continues, “I’ll tell you what. If you score under 100 strokes, this golf course won’t be the only one getting some action tonight.”

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere blackpink love letter to male reader after meeting them for the first time

Jisoo

My beloved,

I hope this letter finds you with the same intensity with which my heart yearns for you with each passing second. From the moment our eyes met, my world has been turned upside down, and all I can think about is you.

I feel consumed by a passion so deep and burning that it frightens me at times. Every thought I have is of you, and I can't control the desire that burns within me. I know my love for you can be overwhelming, but please understand that everything I do is out of love.

Seeing you smile, hearing your soft voice, feeling the warmth of your touch... It's those little things that make me lose control. I would do anything to protect our love, even if it means taking drastic measures. My wish is to keep you by my side forever, in a world where only the two of us exist.

I promise to take care of you and keep you safe from any threat that may arise. If anyone dares to get too close to you, know that I will stop at nothing to protect what is ours. I feel driven by an intense and wild love, and I can't bear the thought of losing you.

Accept my love with all your heart, for it is genuine and unwavering. I wish I could show my devotion in more traditional ways, but for now, know that my love for you is the driving force behind me, even if it means taking a somewhat unusual path.

With so much love,

Jisoo.

Jennie

My sweet love,

I hope these words find a special place in your heart, just as you found a special place in mine. From the moment our eyes met, something inside me changed forever. An intense and overwhelming passion took care of me, and I can't think of anything else but you.

Every thought, every sigh, every beat of my heart, everything is dedicated to you. The love I feel is so powerful I can barely control myself. I want to be by your side at all times, protecting you from any threat that may come. My love for you is so strong that I would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

Every moment I spend away from you is unbearable torture. I feel like every second you spend away from me is an eternity of agony. I can't stand the thought of you being around anyone other than me. You are mine and nobody else's.

Accept my unwavering devotion and know that everything I do is for love. I know that my actions may seem strange or even painful, but they are just an expression of my intense passion for you. I can't bear the thought of losing you to anyone else. And you should know that my love can hurt.

I promise to be your protector, your guardian, and your loyal companion. No one can ever love you the way I do. I am willing to face any challenge, to overcome any obstacle, so that we can be together forever.

Only yours,

Jennie.

Rosé

My only Prince,

Oh, how my heart warms when I think of you! Since we met, my world has been complete. I feel like every part of me is meant to be yours, and yours alone. You are the light that illuminates my life, and I can no longer imagine a day without you.

Every thought that crosses my mind is a sweet memory of you. Your smile is like the sun shining on a sunny day, warming every part of me. Only your presence is able to calm my restless soul. You became my safe haven, my reason for living.

My love, I want to be close to you all the time, like a shadow that never leaves. I know I can be a little clingy, but I can't help it. My love with you runs so deep that I can't help but get involved in your life in every way possible.

I want to be the reason behind every smile you give, the reason your heart beats faster. If anyone dares to approach you, I will protect you with all my might, as our love is the most precious thing to me. Our connection is so strong that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us.

My love, allow me to be your everything, just as you became mine. I'm ready to share every moment, every thought, and yes, even a little bit of gooeyness and gooeyness, because that's how our love is truly expressed.

With all the love in my being,

Rosé.

Lisa

My love,

From the moment you came into my life, something inside me changed forever. Every thought, every breath, everything is filled with your presence. You've become the only thing that matters to me, and I can't imagine my life without you anymore.

My love for you is so intense that sometimes it frightens me. I feel an overwhelming need to protect you, to keep you safe from any threat that might arise. No matter what happens, I am willing to face any challenge to ensure your safety and happiness.

I can't bear the thought of you being around anyone other than me. Every look, every smile, every touch you share with another person is like a knife in my heart. I want to be the only one to receive your attention and affection.

I know I can be overprotective, but that's only because my love for you is so deep and unwavering. I am ready to take care of you at all times, to be your guardian and your fierce protector. Nothing can separate us, as our bond is stronger than any obstacle. Don't you agree?

Accept my passionate love and complete devotion. I'm here for you, always and forever, willing to do whatever it takes to make sure our love lasts. No matter what happens, I will love and protect you with all my being.

Yours sincerely,

Lisa.

[xo-xojj]

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I will post the chapters on Here Aswell

[greynatomy]

haven’t posted in a while. lost some motivation on the other but will get back to it!

there’s is nothing sexual in this post so if you see the mature themes thing, ignore it cause it’s all fluff

this is a lisa manoban x male!reader instagram fix with shawn mendes as basically the face claim. lisa is from blackpink and i’ve become a fan after watching their coachella performances online. songs are a bop and are on repeat

let me know what you think of this one! send in some requests for things you want to see more as long as i have it open

-grey

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ynupdates yn is said to replace frank ocean at coachella weekend 2

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ynfan3 HOLY SHIT NO WAY

ynfan4 IM GONNA BE THERE

ynfan5 don’t disappoint us yn!!

↳ ynhater1 he’s not main stage worthy

↳ ynfan6 don’t hate before he even performs

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ynupdates yn arriving for coachella week 2

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ynfan3 HE SO FIIINNUHH??

ynfan4 He looks daddy

↳ ynfan5 he can be my sugar daddy

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ynupdates yn posted this video of lisa from blackpink on his story. ONLY LISA, not any of the other members!!

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bpfan2 OHMYGOD I AHHHH

ynfan2 any fan of yn’s know that he’s a big fan of bp… esp lisa

↳ bpfan3 wait really?!

↳ ynfan3 yeah! they met when blackpink first performed at coachella and been a fan ever since

↳bpfan4 that’s sick!!

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celebnews people had great things to say about yn yln's act at coachella. many said that it made up for frank ocean's disappointing performance, or lack thereof. he also performed a new, unreleased song called 'daydreams' and people are swooning.

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ynfan3 OUR BOY DOES NOT DISAPPOINT

ynfan4 all ya'll haters just hating

bpfan1 watched his act cause i heard he was a bp fan and i'm staying cause he is a vibe

↳ ynfan5 welcome new friend!!

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lalalalisa_m fun in the desert 🌵

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bpfan1 she posted yn and yn only!!

ynfan1 OMGGG I SHIP SO BAAADDD 🚢 🛳️

↳ bpfan1 i watched his act and IT WAS SO GOOD. i ship too

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bpupdates jennie posted the first one on her story, lisa posted the video as one of her instagram post slides and the last one was posted by a fan

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bpfan2 not lisa posting herself fangirling

ynfan2 awww they all watched the other's performance

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blackpinkupdates are lisa and y/n y/ln in a relationship? this tiktok has some ‘proof’

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bpfan2 lisa's post from earlier doesn't help with the rumors at all

↳ bpfan3 miss gurl just don't care

↳ bpfan4 she said fuck the management

ynfan1 he def hit that

↳ ynfan2 they could just be friends. they've known each other since 2019 and there weren't anyone saying anything then

↳ ynfan3 or they just hooking up

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yourinstagram we actually said i do...

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ynfan1 OHMYGOD WHO IS ITTTTT

↳ ynfan2 HE DIDNT TAG ANYONEEEEE

hairstyles it was a great wedding mate. glad to have been your best man

↳ harryfan1 HARRY WAS BEST MAN

bpfan1 LISA LIKED OMGG

ynfan3 IM FREAKING OUT

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lalalisa_m ...about a year ago

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bpfan1 SHES MARRIED?? SHES FUCKING MARRIED??

jennierubykim AHHHHHHHH

sooyaaa_ YAAAY

roses_are_rosie WE BEEN KNEW

bpfan2 THIS IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING KEPT SECRET

↳ bpfan3 THE QUESTION IS TO WHOOOOO

ynfan1 HOLD UP HOLD UP! YN POSTED SOMETHING SIMILAR

↳ ynfan2 THEYRE MARRIED

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celebnews yn yln and lisa from blackpink are MARRIED. the two posted their own picture with yn's being "we actually said i do..." and lisa's being "...about a year ago" this came as a total shock to all yn and black pink fans all over as we have not seen them interact at all in the four years since they met. were you just as shocked by the news as everyone else?

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bpfan2 this was not in my list of things that would happed in the celeb world

ynfan2 they're the king and queen of secrets cause WOW

yourinstagram still can't believe she agreed to forever with me

↳ lalalisa_m @ yourinstagram how could i not?

↳ bpfan3 they're so cute ohmygod

↳ ynfan3 officially my favorite couple

bpfan4 DAYDREAMS IS ABOUT LALISAAAA