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Me And You Against The World… | Jennie x F!Reader

Apocalypses weren’t for everyone. Well, technically they weren’t for anyone but some were better at navigating them compared to others. “Others” including your girlfriend, Jennie.

You’d been on your feet since morning having set out in hope of finding some bullets as you’d began to run low. Whilst Jennie was… okay at dealing with your situation, she could be quite sulky at times. Whining at how tired she was, how she was hungry, thirsty- sometimes you wondered whether the woman in front of you was actually in her twenties and not her terrible twos.

Often you left her to her own devices. As long as she stayed in your line of sight, you were fine.

“This place stinks.”

“I’ve kinda gotten used to it by now, wouldn’t you agree that we’ve been to worse smelling places?” You reply, rummaging through drawers, your hopes getting crushed each time

Jennie tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks around. She helped when she could but mostly left you to do everything, earning herself the nickname “princess”. She still remembers the days where the two of you would first met and how you’d call her that but condescendingly. You found it annoying how she’d whine like a baby and never actually do anything to help.

“Yes! I found some!” You cheer, Jennie smiling as you show her the pack of ammo. You take a few seconds to load your gun in which Jennie takes this as an opportunity to admire your hands. They were pretty, slender fingers and short nails though your palms were quite calloused due to the rough conditions your hands were subjected to.

Jennie loved whenever you grabbed things or tightly gripped them. She couldn’t resist biting her lip each time your hands flexed, showing the bones beneath your skin. Especially in summer when you wore short sleeves and she was blessed with the sight of the veins in your forearm? Sheesh-

“Jennie!”

Jennnie blinks, startled as she stammers a “h-huh?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “I said are you ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah, um- actually- could we take a break?”

“A break? But we—“

“Pleaseeee y/n? We’ve been moving since morning, I’m exhausted…” Jennie whines, emphasising her point with an exaggerated pout.

“Fine… 15 minutes max, alright? Why don’t you use this time to space out so more?” You teased.

“H-hey! I was not spacing out.” Jennie crosses her arms, stamping her foot.

“You so were.” You laugh.

“Was not!”

“Oh yeah? What were you looking at then?” You watch as your girlfriend‘s cheeks turn red. “Princess?”

“I was… looking at…” you raise your brows, gesturing for her to continue. “Looking at your hands.” You furrow your brows in confusion and glance down at your hands.

“My.. my hands? Why?”

Jennie huffs in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, turning to face away from you. “N-no reason! Just forget it!”

“I don’t think I will, why don’t you tell me why you were looking at my hands, princess? There must be a reason if you’re blushing, no?”

“I just… I just like how they look, that’s all.”

“I see.” You go quiet, taking in her statement. Your silence ends up prompting Jennie to turn back around.

You take a step closer to her while she take a step back, mindful of the counter behind her. “W-what’re you doing?”

“What’re you doing?” You challenge.

“Y/n-”

“Have you always found hands attractive?” Jennie ignores how she’s now backed up against the counter. She low-key loves but hated how you always managed to turn the tables and gain the upper hand.

“I mean- no but.. yours made me think otherwise I guess.”

“I see.. when do you find them to look the best?”

Jennie’s blush returns, somehow darker than before. “Uh, when you, like, grip things tightly and stuff?” You hum and grip Jennie’s thigh particularly hard.

“Like this?” Jennie exhales shakily as she looks down, nodding.

You’re lucky that you were in an apocalypse because if you weren’t there was no way in hell you’d be having sex in a local gun shop. Yet here you were, crouched between Jennie’s legs, one over your shoulder as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down slightly.

You pull her underwear to the side.

“You know, I can always tell when you need to be ate out.”

“Y-you can? How— ah!” You grin, licking a stripe up Jennie’s slit to catch her off guard.

You hum into her pussy, the vibrations sending chills down her spine. Jennie allowed her head to tip back, moaning freely as you licked and sucked away. Her hips bucked as you nibbled her clit. Your princess was always so sensitive, it was adorable.

A hand comes down to grab your ponytail, keeping you firm in place. Not like you’d rather be elsewhere anyway. Jennie whines at the sight of your head shaking between her thighs, grinding her hips into your face to chase her high.

“God- y/n I’m close!” You hummed in response, your tongue finding its way past Jennie’s entrance. The shorter girl almost went rigid, certain she was to cum then and there. Her body twitched and jerked (you took a mental note to later joke about she herself looked like a zombie) as your tongue thrusted in and out of her tight hole.

Jennie let out one last cry as she came, her back arching off the counter and her leg over your shoulder wrapping around, almost locking you in place. She gripped the counter until her knuckles turned white, her orgasm crashing down on her like a ton of bricks.

After a few seconds she relaxed, panting and slowly putting her leg back down.

“Felt good?” You smirked.

“Really good…”

You pat Jennie’s thigh. “C’mon we should get going.” She nods and starts to fix her clothes. “Y’know, you’re really cute when you cum.” Jennie blushes.

“Y-you think so?”

“Yeah, when you’re all shaky you look just like a zom—” you duck and run away laughing in an attempt to dodge the incoming slap. And your girlfriend could hit pretty hard when she put her mind to it.

like we’re moving in slow motion – painter!kim jennie x photographer!reader

summary: when you were with her, everything felt like a dream

warnings: none

tags: non!idol au ; photography student!reader ; art student!jennie : university au

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

You will always remember your first encounter with her as if it was yesterday:

In the city of Seoul, where skyscrapers kissed the sky and neon lights painted the streets in a kaleidoscope of colors, life moved at a dizzying pace. With the arrival of spring, rain cascaded from above, transforming the urban landscape into a shimmering mosaic of light and shadow. The streets, usually bustling with the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, the murmur of crowded sidewalks, the rhythmic pulse of music escaping from nearby shops, and the hum of traffic, now lay quiet under the soothing rhythm of the rainfall.

The city, for a brief moment, seemed to catch its breath, basking in the tranquility brought by the new season. Most people would find it an inconvenience, but for you, it was an inspiration. Amidst the chaos, you were enjoying yourself in the solace of a nearby park, covered by trees, the soft shutter of your camera blending into the sounds of nature. As a photography student, you had a penchant for capturing beauty in the mundane. Your world was seen through the lens of your camera, each click capturing a frozen moment in time. The final frames were a stark contrast to the vibrant city outside, often highlighting the quiet corners and overlooked details of their urban landscape.

As the rain began to pour harder you noticed people entering different shops for shelter. Preoccupied by your equipment, you decided to continue your little shoot inside an old bookstore. While capturing the reflections of the rain-soaked streets you saw a slender, cat-eyed girl enter the store, canvas, and brushes in hand. It felt like you were moving in slow motion, almost serendipitously, your eyes met across the room, a spark igniting between both gazes.

Kim Jennie was the name engraved on her pink smock tag, slightly covered with paint. She was an art student at the same university, carrying a heart as vibrant as her paintings. She was slightly older than you, being in her third year of liberal arts while you were only a freshman. Her paintings were scattered along the campus, being exhibited as examples of skill and talent. Her world was a riot of colors, each brushstroke on her canvas a testament to her passion. Unlike you, she was pretty well known around the university, having friends in different areas, and being involved in various academic activities.

With a surge of confidence, you showed her a timid smile that she reciprocated with an even bigger smile and an invitation to talk. As you approached her, she extended her paint-covered hand and presented herself softly, “Hi, my name is Jennie, I’m a third-year art student at Hanguk University” “Nice to meet you…” too lost in her orbs, you missed her going quiet so you would continue “Oh, yeah, hey, my name is Lee y/n, I’m a first-year photography student at the same university”, your cheeks turning red at the statement. As you exchanged timid smiles and hesitant words, you discovered a shared love for art and expression. She admired your ability to freeze moments in time through your lens, while you found solace in her colorful imagination that breathed life into your monochromatic world.

You both returned to campus that day with a new perspective on life, wishing to know more about each other. Thus, as time passed your connection deepened. You spent your free time together wandering the streets of Seoul, exploring hidden alleyways and abandoned rooftops, looking to capture these landscapes in both painting and pictures. As the artistic outings became more frequent, they suddenly turned into coffee dates, picnics, and even movie dates. With each passing moment, you found yourselves falling deeper into an enchanting rhythm, your hearts beating in sync like a melody.

She became your escape from reality, leaning all your weight, showing her your most vulnerable and integer form. Likewise, you were always on her mind, she kept the memories of your countless interactions as sacred treasures, like tiny blessings to her troubled heart.

It had been almost four months since that day, and now, lying on the grass under the moonlight you couldn’t help but keep on admiring her perfect profile. She had moved your head to rest on her chest, enclosing your small frame from behind. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you gazed at the stars in perfect silence, lost in each other's embrace. You felt her take something from behind her back, and suddenly, a small bouquet of pink tulips entered your vision. With a small sigh, she slightly sat up and sat you in front of her.

“I know it may seem like soon, but I like you a lot, you were there on my lonely nights keeping me together, you gave me a new lens from which to view, and you made it so easy for me to love you” – “So, wouldn't it make sense if I was yours?” Her voice was barely audible with how nervous she was, and your eyes were almost brimming with tears. You were moved, and, as if on impulse, you threw yourself at her, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug, as the tears intensified. Worriedly, she asked you “Hey, why are you crying beautiful? Did I do something wrong?”, at her words you hastily moved your head in denial. “I just really like you too, and those words were so touching and profound, it made me emotional”, you carefully rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “For me, you are just like the dream, one I never want to wake up from. I love you; it will be my pleasure to be yours” A soft smile drew on her face as she gingerly kissed your nose.

And so, in the quiet embrace of the night, you both found yourselves enveloped in a love that transcended time and space. For in the chaos of the world around you, you had discovered a moment of slow motion, where everything else faded away, and only your love remained, moving in slow, slow motion.

𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒇!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

— ☆. K-POP MASTERLIST.

last updated oct 20th 2023.

☆. (G)I-DLE.

☆. BLACKPINK.

☆. STRAY KIDS.

☆. ITZY.

☆. TWICE.

— ☆. BLACKPINK MASTERLIST.

last updated 21st oct 2023

a - angst | s - smut/suggestive | f - fluff | ** - trigger warning

☆. KIM JI-SOO.

n/a.

☆. KIM JENNIE.

n/a.

☆. PARK ROSÈ.

n/a.

☆. LALISA MANOBAL.

n/a.

Safe With Me

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1,690

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my first writing for Jennie; I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! 

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“Y/N, it’s Jennie. She needs you.”

The second that your brain processes those words, you’re on your feet, mind beginning to race. 

After the staff had called you in a panic earlier, you came as soon as you could. They failed to inform you, though, that it was something concerning Jennie -- likely because they knew you’d drive like a maniac in order to get there as fast as humanly possible.

“What happened?”

“She had an attack on stage earlier and she still hasn’t fully calmed down. We got her some water and she’s in her dressing room right now, but she keeps asking for you.”

With that, you thank the backup dancer and exit the waiting room, quickly making your way to her. The winding hallways of the backstage area seem longer than they ever have before, and you can’t help the antsy feeling that creeps over you. 

Upon turning the corner, you spot Jisoo outside of Jennie’s door, a heavy look of contemplation on her face. When her eyes meet yours, worry flashes across her features -- considering how strong she always stays for the other girls, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Despite the stutter in your step after seeing that, you continue on nonetheless.

Rosé and Lisa are further down the hall, the low chatter of their voices carrying over to Jisoo and yourself. “This one was pretty bad, Y/N. Take care of her, okay? I’ll keep the others occupied.” With a nod, the two of you part ways, and you open the door.

You make sure to enter slowly, not wanting to burst in and frighten her in her already anxious state. “Hey, jagi. Come here.” The words come out softly, a gentle request, as you open your arms to her and sit down beside her on the small couch. Wordlessly, she crawls over to you and settles against you. Now, holding her close, you can feel every tremble and sniffle that she lets out. Your world shatters a little more with each erratic pulse of her untamed heart -- you can feel every beat against your own chest. Her head is resting on your shoulder, her warm cheek pressing against your skin, and her lips lightly brush your neck.

It wasn’t anything sexual -- it’s something that she does everytime you hold her, no matter what. She once told you that it brought her comfort to feel your pulse point against her lips, the steady beat working to regulate her own. So, everytime she gets anxious, you assume this position with her. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, but I’m here now, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Your left hand rubs soothing circles on her lower back as you use your other to play with her hair, knowing the calming effect it has on her. Her body begins to relax into you, and you feel the weight start to lift from your shoulders.

Having an inconsiderate boss always sucked, but never more so than at times like these. Even after explaining your reason for needing to leave early, he didn’t budge. He fired off the cliché, “If I let you do it, then I’ll have to let everyone do it too!” In a moment of crisis, Jennie needed you more than anyone else, and you couldn’t even be there for her. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you can’t help but feel guilty about it. Her reasoning for finding such comfort in your mere presence still baffles you, but you’re always willing to offer it when she needs it. 

She must have noticed the dejected look on your face, because she pushes herself up enough to press a kiss to your cheek. “I love you; thank you for being here. Now, will you tell me about your day?” You nearly melt at the sound of her sweet voice, paired with her declaration of love. It still makes your heart skip a beat, and based on the light smile that tugs on her lips, you’re sure that she felt it.

Her words serve as your command, and soon you’re filling her in on everything that happened throughout the day. Jennie could listen to you talk about absolute nonsense for hours on end; she loves the sound of your voice, and she takes solace in the vibrations of your body as you speak. All of those things -- some of her favorite things about you -- are a combination that never fails to take her mind off of anything that’s stressing her out. If she’s honest with herself, everything about you cheers her up. The way your face lights up when you see her, the feeling of your arms wrapped around her, your sense of humor, your kindness, the warmth that you radiate just by being yourself -- she could go on and on forever. No amount of words could possibly convey how thankful she is for you and all that you do for her. 

It goes without saying that you feel the same way about her. You suffer from anxiety, too, and she’s always by your side in an instant whenever it gets especially hard to handle. Her perfume would wash over you, and she would pepper kisses across your skin. Words of affirmation would spill from her lips and drift to your ears, working to bring you back down to Earth. She always knew just what to do to help, and you often thank your lucky stars for aligning with hers.

Things like that can really make or break a relationship -- dealing with stressors and pressure is never easy, but it can certainly bring people closer together. Before you even started dating, Jennie knew you were special; being around you brought her comfort like no other, and she quickly realized that she would choose to spend all of her time with you if she could. Anytime she thinks about her future, you’re always in it; you’re a complex puzzle that she wants to spend her life unraveling and solving.

After spending the better part of an hour like that -- limbs entangled as you talk with one another -- Jennie’s feeling a lot better. Her heartbeat is steady now, and that suffocating feeling of panic is long gone. 

“What would I do without you, huh?” She asks, nudging your shoulder as she sits up to face you. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” You start, looking off dramatically while you pretend to think. “Probably be really bored without all of my awesomeness around.”

Your dorky response earns you a chuckle, and she shakes that beautiful head at you. 

“I think you might be right about that one.” She tilts her head to the side, her eyes shining with a look of pure adoration. 

She rests her forehead against yours and guides your hand to her chest. It’s her special thing that she always does after an attack; she wants you to be aware of what your help does to her. The rhythm of her heart is constant against your palm, and her fingers slide up to lace with your own. Knowing that she’s comfortable now is the only reward you could ever ask for.

“I love you so much, Jennie. You’re so strong.” 

“I couldn’t do it without you.”

Her lips find their way to yours, and you can taste the gloss on them as she deepens the kiss. Before long, she’s worked her way into your lap, her hair falling like a curtain around the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, moments like these got her through some very hard times; her mind would recall the memories of how her skin felt against yours, the sighs that would leave your lips as she would kiss down your jawline, how just one touch from you could send her wild, etc. Her safe place is you, and she’ll do everything in her power to always remind you of that.

Just as her fingers begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, the building’s intercom starts up, and the sound echoes loudly across the building. Jennie startles, falling forward against you, and lets out a surprised yelp. Despite your efforts, you can’t stop the small giggle that leaves your lips at how easily she gets scared. She playfully smacks your shoulder and tries to give you an angry look; she can’t keep it up for long, and soon the two of you find yourselves in the middle of a laughing fit.

You give her cheeks a little squish before saying, “You’re the cutest ever.” Following this, she boops your nose and replies with confidence: “I know.”

She pecks your lips one final time before standing up and tugging you along with her. “We’d better go find the girls now.” 

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” You drag out, your usual dramatic self coming back out to play. 

With that, the two of you head out to the main dressing room in search of the girls, hand in hand. 

~~~~~~~

“YAY! You’re here!” Lisa shouts, nearly knocking the two of you over with her bone-crushing embrace. 

“We sure are!” You struggle out, the words coming through as more of a pained wheeze than anything else.

Rosé and Jisoo manage to pry Lisa away, but soon all of you are hugging again anyway. Your little huddle is perfect, and you’re so thankful for the girls. Being surrounded by such genuine, talented people is a blessing, and you seriously wonder how you got so lucky. As the sounds of their jokes and laughter fill your ears, you can practically feel your heart soaring. 

“Time for dinner!” Rosé shouts, now walking out the door. 

“I’ll race you to the car!” Lisa rushes out, quickly darting past the other girl.

“Not fair, I wasn’t ready!” Their rapid footfalls fade as they get further and further away, and you just scoff at their antics. 

“Kids.” Jisoo says with a roll of her eyes, her inner mom showing.

Jennie leans into you, settling against your side, and lets out a content sigh.

In that moment, the dynamic between everyone so perfectly highlighted, you can’t help but think to yourself: there’s nowhere I’d rather be. 

Die For You

Requested by Anon: “hi :) can I request Jennie scenario based on The Weeknd’s song ‘Die For You’? I also wanted to say I really love your works, they’re really good”

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,705

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Fluff, Near-Death Experience, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Thank you anon! My schedule is getting busy again, so writings may take a bit longer to get posted; I apologize for the delay with this one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Let me know what you guys think!

PS ~ This is my first time writing a song request, so I kind of just went with it lol. It’s a little messy, but I think it has charm. Happy reading!

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Jennie Kim has a magnetic pull to her -- one that is relentless and unwavering once it takes control of you. It’s hypnotic in every way; sweet torture in its truest form; and you’re always left to pick up the pieces.

The arrangement that you share with Jennie has been clear from the get-go: friends with benefits, no strings attached. Neither of you have time for anything serious, and this seemed like a win-win: always having someone to come home to when you happened to be in the same area at the same time? Hell yeah. 

You hate that you want me

Hate it when you cry

You're scared to be lonely

'Specially in the night

Gradually, though, things got messy -- lines became blurred as feelings mixed into the equation. You did everything in your power to make them go away, reminding yourself time and time again of the agreement you had. But in moments like these, as you lay in bed with Jennie, her head resting on your chest as your hand runs through her hair, you can’t help how your heart swells. Pale moonlight traces patterns on the floor, wiggling its way into the room to offer a soft glow and ambiance. In here, you’re untouchable: no cameras or prying eyes; it’s just you and Jennie, free to be yourselves. Given this fact, you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with these four walls; they’re your haven -- your refuge -- but they serve as a brutal reminder of just how limited your relationship with Jennie is.

Nothing is certain: weeks turn into months -- especially when she’s on tour or otherwise occupied with her busy schedule -- and you’re left to your own devices, waiting on her return. Each day without her brings you closer to believing that you’re strong enough to move onto something better -- something more consistent; but then there she is, knocking on your door again, completely pushing that absurd idea from your mind. One smile from her is enough to reel you back in, and it only makes you feel more conflicted. 

Jennie stirs in her sleep, nuzzling her face closer into you as she brings a hand up to rest against your collarbone. Her body twitches lightly, lips pursing and pouting against your neck, and you wonder what she’s dreaming about. She doesn’t seem to be distressed in any way, so you take the opportunity to get a good look at her. Within the next couple hours the alarm would be blaring that sound that you despise more than anything else in this world, signalling for her to get ready and head off to the airport to leave you all over again. Despite the circumstances, you're comforted by the fact that she always makes sure to set it for the very last second, barely giving herself enough time to catch her flight -- she wants to spend every moment possible with you, and she makes it a point to do just that. Tearful goodbyes in the back of your car would be too involved for your “relationship”, so you always try to seem unaffected (or, at least, as close to that as you can manage). You save your tears for when you arrive back home, where you spend the evening coming to terms with her absence. She would never tell you, of course, but her flights are known to bear witness to plenty of sadness for her as well; with each new mile added to the distance between the two of you, her heart breaks a little more.

~~~~~~~

It’s been 4 months since you last saw Jennie. The time apart had offered you a new perspective, something in the long nights without her affirming what you already knew to be true -- you weren’t capable of continuing on like this much longer. Nothing about your situation was ever simple; the instant you began catching feelings, it all became muddled. The one rule set -- the only principle you were tasked with following -- had been broken, and there was nothing you could do to repair it. 

A knock at your door echoes out across the empty apartment, and you quickly put down the food that you had been preparing. With a swift adjustment of the dial, you set the burner to simmer and make your way to the door. None of your friends had mentioned that they were coming by, so you’re genuinely clueless as to who it could be. 

“Jennie?” Surprise is inadequate in describing the feeling that courses through you upon meeting that familiar gaze. The metal of the knob is cool in your hand as you grip it, knuckles turning white while your emotions run wild. She had failed to let you know that she was coming back to town, neglecting even to text you recently.  

“Miss me?” How are you to answer that? Part of you wants to blurt out your thoughts, effectively ripping the metaphorical band aid right off, but another part of you wants to deny her: the past few months had allowed your feelings to become somewhat dormant as you attempted to see a future beyond this arrangement, one void of her presence. It’s completely normal to feel like that, you tell yourself. It’s strange, but as in love with her as you are, you’re almost as equally indifferent about it all. How many more times could you watch her walk away, only to string you along until she came waltzing right back in? 

The more important question of the matter is apparent: how would you even begin to tell her what you’re feeling? In the past, you’ve tried to make her aware of what you’re going through, only to be met by a change of topic. She always stayed reserved, opting to spend your time together talking about anything other than that.

Deciding that you were taking far too long to respond to her, she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. The time away from you had affected her more than she’s willing to admit, and she’s more than ready to embrace you. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body flush up against hers, and she sighs at the feeling. “I’ve missed holding you, Y/N.” The sweet nothing does it’s job, making your heart flutter as the words register in your mind. You’re still tense, though, and she doesn’t fail to notice; before long, soft kisses are being trailed across your face -- her attempt at relaxing you. Sometimes you wonder if she knows your body better than you do: it responds to her, just like she knew it would, and you loosen up. 

After what feels like minutes of just standing there, bodies intertwined, her hands make their way to your hips. She leans forward and ghosts her lips over yours, her gloss smudging a bit in the process. A battle is being fought in your mind: should you allow yourself this indulgence? Or is this the time to be strong and finally put your foot down? The choice is made up for you by the way that she slowly backs you up against the wall, along with how her mouth brushes against yours as her warm hands steady you. Before you can stop yourself, you close the distance. 

Her lips move against yours in perfect time, a delicious rhythm being set in the process. It brings to mind the notion that maybe -- just maybe -- the two of you are meant to be. After all, you fit together like a puzzle, being complete in the presence of one another. 

As her fingers play at the band of your shorts, hands roaming further with each needy kiss she presses to your lips, you debate with yourself. Her actions tempt you to cave in and give yourself up to her, but you decide that you can’t go down that road again. At least not until everything gets sorted. Quickly -- as to not give her anymore time to change your mind -- you step back and run a hand through your hair. Hers is messy, lips red and pupils blown wide. She reaches out for you again, but you simply hold your hand up in response.

“I can’t, Jennie.” The words come out as a reluctant declaration, your tone sounding tired.

Her brows furrow, but you continue.

“I can’t keep doing this.” 

“Elaborate.” Her demand is clear, but you miss the effort that it took for her to come off that way. At your words, panic began to course through her; she can’t lose you. 

“Whatever this is,” you say, motioning between the two of you. “I can’t be someone who waits around for you all the time, just keeping your bed warm.” She wants to laugh at that one; it’s almost comical how far you are from the truth. Jennie knows she’s good at hiding her feelings, but she’s shocked that she managed to make you believe something that ridiculous about yourself. You mean the world to her -- she’s just too afraid to admit it.

“Y/N--”

“No, don’t even try to change the subject; I’m sick of it. Please, just listen to me for once.”

A subtle nod from her serves as your cue to continue.

“I never meant for things to get like this, Jennie, believe me. But I can’t pretend anymore: I like you, a lot. And after having you in the ways that I’ve had you…” you pause, allowing your eyes to trail up and down her body as you clench your jaw, “I can’t bear the thought of someone taking my place when I’m not around. Do you know how hard that is to deal with?”

Happens every time

I'm scared that I'll miss you

I don't want this feelin'

I can't afford love

She seems stunned, to say the least; she blinks a few times before gathering her thoughts and speaking up. “You’re all I think about, no matter what I’m doing.” For a second, you’re hopeful: your heart beats a little faster at her confession, and you finally believe you’re getting somewhere with her. Sadly, she continues: “But I can’t afford that. I don’t have time for a commitment like that, and we have something good right now. I’ve seen plenty of relationships go bad and end in heartbreak; why should we risk it?”

“Aren’t you tired of it? Sometimes I really start to think that you like me back, but then you’re as guarded as ever, pushing me away again. I never know where I stand with you. So unless you tell me how you honestly feel, you’ll have to take me off your list of fuck buddies.”

Your language catches her off guard, seeing as how it’s unexpected and unlike you. How are you so oblivious? You’re so much more than that to her.

“Fine, Y/N! I’m in deeper than I care to admit. I’ve tried to run from it, but I can’t. You’re the one person I can’t seem to forget, and I can’t stand you because of that. And yeah..” she pauses, a bit exasperated, and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I won’t deny that I’ve been with other people when I’m away.” You close your eyes at her admission, that familiar sadness beginning to seep in -- it wasn’t anything you didn’t already know, but that doesn’t make its confirmation any easier to hear. 

“They’re not you, though. They don’t know me like you do… they’re not fun like you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and I don’t want to. It terrifies me.”

“That’s kinda part of the deal, Jennie -- it’s a scary thing. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but I’m willing to try with you. What we have right now is wearing me down, and I don’t deserve it; so either listen to your heart and be with me, or you won’t be seeing me again.”

Following your ultimatum, she doesn’t dare speak. Her brows are slightly furrowed again, jaw set, and she’s looking at the ground. Out of habit, your arms cross against your chest -- being vulnerable is never something you particularly enjoy (especially with so much on the line) but you’re sick of beating around the bush with her. One of the first lessons you ever learned from Jennie is that she avoids her feelings at all costs; so, standing there, you wonder what it would take to make her finally open up. Would your absence be enough? Maybe you were foolish for thinking so.

With every second that passes, silence remaining unbroken by the words that you so desperately want to hear from her, your heart sinks more and more. Every insecurity you have is swirling in your mind, further clouding it. Her lack of a response confirms your fears, and you nod quickly, knowing what you have to do. 

“Okay, I get it. I’m gonna take a walk, but you can stay here and take a shower since you just got in. When I come back, though, I want you gone.”

She doesn’t even raise her head to look at you. Inside, her heart is breaking; every fiber of her being is begging to say something -- anything -- but she stays quiet. It’s hard enough for her to keep her feelings for you in check with the arrangement you have now; if you become official, she won’t know what to do with herself. She’s falling hard, but she’s fighting it all the while -- her lifestyle doesn’t have room for love. You deserve someone who can be with you whenever you want them, not someone who’s always a world away. Calls and texts only go so far, and she knows it wouldn’t be enough for either of you. She’s spent your latest stint apart attempting to come to terms with the idea of life without you; it’s the last thing she wants, but she needs you to move on and find someone better. For you, she’s willing to hurt, so long as it means you’re happy. 

After a beat, she accepts your words, confirming that she heard you by giving a simple nod. Any remaining hope you were clinging to fades away completely, and you’re left feeling empty. Now at the coat rack, you pull your jacket over your shoulders and slip your shoes on. “There’s food on the stove, by the way. Don’t let it burn.” You say over your shoulder, too sad to look at her again. Maybe that’s some sort of symbolism: the wonderful thing you had spent so long creating was fizzling out right in front of you, Jennie being the one who could fix it all. She can step up and repair things, but that doesn’t seem very likely to happen. Tears are brimming in your eyes, and her heart breaks at the sound of your sniffles. 

Even though we're going through it

And it makes you feel alone

With a thud, the apartment door closes, and Jennie finally breaks down. It all hits her in an instant, and soon she’s sliding down to the floor, her tears mimicking her actions as they fall onto her cheeks. Why did this have to be so hard? Seeing the pain etched so plainly into your features was definitely the hardest part to all of this; she’s being cruel to be kind… if only you knew that. 

I try to find reason to pull us apart

It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect

And I know that you're worth it

I can't walk away, oh!

As soon as Jennie had realized her feelings all that time ago, she racked her brain for any and every logical reason to end things. She would pick fights over small things, praying to every higher power that you’d get tired of the stupidity and give up on her. So many other people had in the past, so why wouldn’t you? Knowing that you’re different from all the rest -- perfect for her in every way imaginable -- only scares her more. You lit a fire in her heart the day you met, and it’s only grown stronger ever since. 

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20 Minutes Later

You have no real destination in mind; you’re content with just allowing your feet to take you wherever they wish to go.

Chatter from across the city makes its way to your ears, oddly offering a sense of comfort in your time of need. The night sky is full of stars, and the city bustles with life and activity. As you pass different businesses and shops, their iridescent lights shine just for you. Distant cars honk as they traverse the streets, and your mind begins to think of all of the different things those people might be doing right now. Surely some are having a great day, maybe on their way home, eager to be greeted by their loved ones. Others might be hurting just like you.

And you won't find no one that's better

'Cause I'm right for you, babe

I think I'm right for you, babe

Jennie fails to realize that all you want is her; you’re not naive -- you know how crazy her schedule is, but you’re more than willing to make sacrifices if it means she’ll be yours. No one makes you feel the way she does, and the thought of spending your life searching for something that can never compare scares you. 

A slight breeze rolls in, ghosting over your skin, and you’re reminded of all the times she would pull you in close to keep you warm. Her sweet perfume would fill your nose as you snuggled into her embrace, sharing the heat that her coat offered. Getting over her would definitely be a bitch.

It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold

But tonight I'm gon' let you know

Let me tell the truth

Baby, let me tell the truth, yeah

The peace -- if you can call it that -- is broken by a shout. “Y/N, wait!” Confused, you spin around on your heel towards the voice. It’s Jennie; she’s sprinting to you, her brown locks bouncing and flowing in the wind with every step. Conflicted, yet again, your feet appear to be rooted in their spot. What does she want now? It seems that every time you get your hopes up, she’s always letting you down. With this in mind, you slowly turn back around and continue your walk. Eventually she’ll catch up to you, but you need the extra time to gather your now-jumbled thoughts. 

Just know that I would die for you

Baby I would die for you, yeah

It all happened in a blur. As you began crossing the street to put more distance between Jennie and yourself, the high pitched sound of tires squealing against the pavement rang out. The car came out of nowhere, barrelling straight towards you with no signs of stopping; they had run a red light. Your eyes locked with the driver’s, both of you donning an equally terrified expression, and you had no time to react. Just as the bumper was about to come into contact with your body, you were instead forcefully shoved out of the way. Another person -- your savior -- comes tumbling with you just in the nick of time, and the driver swerves around you.  

“Are you okay?!” It’s Jennie; her voice is ripe with worry, her thoughts focused solely on your wellbeing. She doesn’t even notice the cut that she received from the fall. You bring your hand up to her forehead to assess the wound.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. But you,” you say, touching her injury and eliciting a pained hiss from her in the process, “...are not.” The two of you are breathing hard as adrenaline courses through your systems; once it has died down a bit, you stand up and check each other for any more sore spots.

“Thank you, Jennie. I don’t know how to repay you for something like that.” 

“I’d do it again a million times, Y/N. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this. I came to tell you that I love you, and that I’m done running. Seeing you leave really put things into perspective for me.”

“Am I supposed to believe that, or will you change your mind again?” The words are harsh, your voice laced with the bitterness that you still hold onto. You can’t find it in yourself to cushion the blow much; you’re still hurt by what’s happened in the past, and rightfully so. Beyond that, though, you’re trying to be cautious; after hearing her confess like that, you know there’s no going back. 

“Okay, I deserve that one. But I mean what I said. You’re the best thing in my life -- the best I’ve ever had -- and I just want you to be happy. I’ve always been afraid that I can’t give you that if I’m so far away all the time.” 

“Oh, baby,” you start, cupping her cheek and running your thumb across it soothingly. She leans into your touch, and your expression softens. “All I’ve ever wanted is you. You’re everything to me, you know that? We can do this together, so long as you’re willing to try.” 

“I am.” She utters before pulling you in, sealing your new agreement with a kiss. Her lips move against yours gently, taking their time as they attempt to make up for her previous behavior. It’s soft yet urgent, a million different things passing between you without words. 

Suddenly, you pull back, and Jennie panics for a second. 

“Did you turn the burner off?”

“Oh shit!” She exclaims, a look of pure fear gracing her features. 

Just as that cold, prickly feeling of dread begins to spread throughout your body, she grins. 

“Yes, I did.” 

You roll your eyes and huff loudly at her, delivering a rough shove to her shoulder. 

“Don’t do that to me!” 

She responds by pulling you in again, kissing away your frown. “I love you, too, if you didn’t catch that earlier.” You declare, feeling her lips turn up in that beautifully iconic smile of hers. She hums at that, pulling you in closer just as the chilly wind blows again. Huh, maybe the universe had been listening all along.

Empress of the Heart (Pt. 2)

Synopsis / Request: “Reader is an actress, and she meets Jennie at an event. They have a one night stand afterward, and months later they meet again.”

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Actress!Reader

Warnings / Misc: Smut (only in Pt. 1), Angst, Fluff

Here’s the second half of the request for you lovely peeps! Enjoy :)

Part 1

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"Y/N, more people are arriving and management wants us to greet them. Something about photo ops." Jackson, your fellow lead, says as he pokes his head into your dressing room. His entrance intruded on your thoughts of the beautiful brunette that effectively stole your heart away within a night, leaving you completely at her mercy despite being worlds away.  

"Alright, just give me a second." He nods and goes to stand outside your door -- you're expected to be seen together for a good portion of the night. Thankfully, though, Jackson is a good guy; he cares a lot about you, always doing everything in his power to keep you happy. The feeling is mutual; it's nice to have someone in your corner in an industry as unforgiving as this one. 

"Ready?" You ask, opening the door after you've checked yourself in the mirror and smoothed down any unruly hairs or clothing. Looking presentable is a must tonight -- you can't appear as wistful as you've been feeling lately. 

"Sure am." His answer is a bit unnecessary, seeing as how you asked a rhetorical question, but you send him a smile nonetheless. He offers you an arm, and soon the two of you are walking back towards the entrance of the building. 

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Waves of flashing cameras greet you for the second time tonight, now capturing you in your full glammed-out look. The first time had been a few hours ago when your team arrived to begin setting up and get all of you ready. 

The entire cast now stands stretched out in front of the large screen that will air the movie later, your arms around each other as you smile for the cameras. Promotional pictures shine behind you on the screen, serving as a perfect backdrop as they cycle through their predetermined slideshow.

Eventually, you all disperse to greet some guests. 

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Choi. It's wonderful seeing you again." 

"I hope you enjoy our performances, Mrs. Lee. Your support has meant the world to us." 

"Ah, Jeong! How've you been?" 

Countless faces pass by as you work hard to greet everyone, knowing full well your company will be upset if you slack off now. It's everyone's big night, so they obviously can't have their leading lady stopping for even a minute. 

You're almost ready to run to the restroom in order to have a moment to yourself, free of prying eyes and judgemental stares; but what you hear next sends a chill down your spine, an all too familiar ache in your chest. 

It's Jennie. She's laughing that wonderful laugh of hers, taking you back in time to when you first heard it. Her members must've said something really hilarious, because all of them are doubled over, clutching their stomachs with laughter. 

"Hey again," Jackson greets, and for a second you almost want to tell him to leave you alone. You don't, though, knowing you have no right to pull something like that. 

"YG's girl group just got here. Do you want to say hello?" Of course you do. You want to run into Jennie's arms and spin her around, reveling in the way her arms would surely wrap around you in that warm embrace that's so uniquely hers. You want to tell her a stupid joke to make her laugh again, like she had just a few moments ago. You want to talk to her. 

But you don't.

"No, not right now. I'm going to visit with my family, if that's alright with you." 

"Sure, sure." He says considerately, unwrapping his arm from you. You press a friendly kiss to his cheek as a thank you, letting it serve as a goodbye as well. 

"Eomma!" You shout, squeezing through the crowd when you spot her at one of the banquet tables lining the front of the room. The rest of the space is filled with rows of chairs, already set out for when the movie premieres. 

"Ah, baby girl. We're so proud of you." She says, holding you in a tight embrace as tears spill from her eyes. Her arms bring you comfort like no other, and you're beyond grateful to have her here tonight. Some of your friends stand behind her, too, waiting for their turn to say hello. 

Jennie watches you interact with them from across the room, and she feels a pang of sadness run through her. She's not naive to how these things work: your other cast mates had come over to greet her and girls, snapping pictures and even starting meaningful conversations in some cases -- all of that meaning you had been given the opportunity to do the same, but turned it down. Do you not want to see her? Maybe she had misjudged your night together. You are an actress, after all. 

She shakes her head, physically willing the thoughts to go away as she turns her focus to whatever new person was talking to them now. She continues stealing glances in your direction, finding you looking somewhere else every time. She'd give just about anything to have you look at her, if only for a moment. Just a glance, she thinks to herself, praying the universe hears her pleas. They seem to fall on deaf ears, though, because before she knows it the MC is calling all of you onto stage and the guests are directed to their seats. 

"Let's welcome the cast of Empress of the Heart!" The MC says cheerily, tucking his notecard underneath his arm in order to clap along with the audience. "They've spent months working hard for this project, travelling to filming locations in different countries, learning new languages, and facing their fears. We hope all of you thoroughly enjoy their performances. Now, I'll hand it over to our leads." 

You and Jackson bow towards the audience, waving at them politely as they applaud you again. He looks at you, a silent question of if you want to speak first, and you nod. Taking the mic from him, you say, "Firstly, I'd like to thank our incredible cast and crew. They played just as important a role in this movie as Jackson and I, and we're endlessly grateful for their hard work." More cheers ring out at your kind hearted show of appreciation, and you speak up again once they've died down. 

"These past few months have been some of the best of my life, and I owe that to people like you, and my fans. Thank you for taking a chance on me and supporting me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you." You say sincerely, looking into the camera that's recording all of this for exclusive content. When the movie drops for the public in a couple weeks, they'll be able to buy this tape as well and see highlights from the premiere. The thought of your fans watching it from the comfort of their own homes, yelling praises at their screens, makes you smile. 

Jackson takes over now, smoothly transitioning into his own mini speech of thanks. You stop your eyes from meeting the one pair that they so desperately want to, always keeping them trained on other parts of the crowd. If you allow your resolve to crumble, you'll get lost in her all over again and potentially screw up one of the biggest nights of your life. You can't take a risk like that. 

You laugh at something Jackson says, some joke about how you had to face your fear of heights for a scene in the movie, and Jennie takes a deep breath. She's not exactly jealous, but yet that's precisely the feeling that creeps its way into her chest. She knows that you're avoiding her for some reason, but she has no idea why. Did she do something wrong? 

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Why, why, did they have to sit Blackpink in the row right behind you? It's karmic, the universe's way of pushing you back to each other, but you don't know how to feel about it all. You can feel her eyes boring into you as each new scene plays, silently begging for you to turn around and talk to her, even if it's impolite to do so in the middle of a movie.

You don't, though, fighting every fiber of your being to keep yourself from giving in. 

Despite the emotions that swirl within her that pay little mind to the number they're doing on her heart, she actually finds herself enjoying parts of the movie. It's bittersweet, seeing you up there, but you command the screen in a way that seems to steal all coherent thoughts from her brain. You're truly skilled, and she gets a kick out of watching you hide behind your hands in embarrassment when your co-stars offer whispered praises.

During one scene in particular, though, Jennie's eyes drop to the floor, her teeth clenched together tightly. Your character just saved Jackson's from certain doom, and the two of you are sharing a long-overdue kiss. The rest of the crowd lets out approving noises at this, but Jennie is comforted by her members' soft smiles and reassuring touches. You feel guilty, for some reason, knowing that anything you were a part of made Jennie so upset. It shouldn't matter, though -- I mean, it's not like you and Jackson are actually together -- but still, it hurts Jennie to see him kiss you and hold you in the ways she wants to. 

The rest of the night carries on much the same, but later on, once you get enough courage to look for Jennie, she's gone. The other girls are too, and a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Gone -- again -- just like all that time ago. Your reasons for staying away from her were legitimate, but they felt nothing of the sort as you glanced around the crowd again. 

The movie ended earlier, already getting good marks and reviews from the critics who came to view it, and now the "afterparty" of sorts was kicking in. You hadn't expected the girls to stay long after the movie, but you'd at least hoped to utter a word to them, if nothing else. A smile would've sufficed. 

Realizing she's really gone, you let out a sad sigh and make your way down the hall, towards the large doors that lead to the balcony. If anything can clear your mind right now, surely it's a chilly breeze. 

You lay an arm against the sturdy railing, leaning on it as you massage your neck. All of the stress you've been put under is showing in the form of painful knots, far too many to get rid of in one go. You sigh, letting your head lull forward and lay against your arm.

"And here I was thinking I wouldn't see you again."

At the utterance, you turn around to find her leaned up against the stone wall of the building with a playful smirk on her lips. She's back to her old self in an instant, but you can sense the undertones of nervousness in her voice. 

The darkness of the night that envelops you two makes her eyes look even more feline -- even more alluring -- and it takes everything in you not to lose your train of thought. 

"Jennie." Her name comes out as a pleased declaration more than anything else, a familiar flutter taking over your heart at the sight of her. It's a warm feeling in your chest, and you never want it to go away. 

You try not to focus on the sensual swaying of her hips or the teasing look in her eye as she pushes herself away from the wall to approach you. 

"I thought you left." You breathe out, remembering how sad you were earlier. 

"Without getting you alone first? How could I?" The implication behind her words gives you pause, causing a blush to begin forming on your cheeks. You curse yourself for being so easy.

"I've missed you like crazy," she confesses, allowing herself to be vulnerable again. Now in front of you, she brushes the back of her fingertips against your cheek as you look into her eyes. 

"I've missed you, too -- more, probably," you say, the declaration sounding like an embarrassed sigh as it leaves your lips. She smiles at that -- her genuine, gummy smile that you've missed so much -- and your heart flutters again. 

She debates on asking the question that sits on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be answered. "Why didn't you greet me before, at the party?" Her voice is small now, insecure, as she avoids your gaze and stills her movements. 

"I-..." you start, finding yourself at a loss for words. Should you tell her how you feel?

"I was afraid you'd throw me off my game. You're pretty distracting, you know?" You reply, nudging her shoulder playfully. A hint of a smile tugs at her cheeks, unsure if it should finish the job and turn into a big one. 

"I thought I did something wrong." She informs.

"Not at all. In fact, you did things a little too right, if you ask me. I can't stay away from you, Jennie." Her heart trips and stumbles over itself in its pursuit of gaining a steady rhythm again, thrown off course by your words. 

Growing brave, she suggests, "Go on a date with me, then. I wanna have more nights like that with you." She whispers that last part, ghosting her fingertips over your skin to awaken the memories. 

"I'd like that," you smile, leaning in to kiss her lips. It's soft and gentle, much like your first one, and your heart hammers in your chest. It seems to forget that you've done this before, choosing instead to subject you to the giddiness you felt that first time with her. 

She pulls back to rest her forehead against yours, settling her arms around your waist, saying, "I've wanted to do that all night." You smile for the millionth time because of her, happy with how things have turned out.

"Do it again, then." 

And she does. 

What Could've Been

Requested By Anon: "pls do a rosé or jennie imagine where the reader is into them but they just keep rejecting her. then they just cross the line one day and say hurtful things to y/n so the reader just ended up stopped pursuing them. then someone else (could be the other rosé or jennie also of yk what i mean) became interested in y/n and they get all petty and jealous yk djajdua,, COULD BE ANY ENDING HFHSHAU I'M JUST A REAL SUCKER FOR IMAGINES LIKE THIS TYSM"

Pairing: Love Triangle -- Jennie x Fem!Reader and Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 7,333

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Pining, Rejection, Crying, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: ⚠️ Important ⚠️ Class, gather round -- we have some things to discuss. I'm not angry, just... disappointed. *dramatic music*

First off, I want to address something with asks: as I've stated before, there's no certain amount of time that any one request will take me. Sometimes I'm more inspired by one than others, and sometimes I legitimately lack the time or brainpower to write a piece that holds true to my standards.

Please, refrain from messaging me multiple times about a request. Once is fine, especially if it's been awhile since you first asked, but I'm doing my best to give you starving fans the content you wish to see, and that takes time.

To those of you who continue to be patient with me: I sincerely appreciate it.

Secondly, I hope you enjoy this. ♡ Happy Reading ♡

PS ~ Anon, I still love you. Now enjoy this fic or you're grounded.

PPS ~ It gets better as it goes on

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"Thank you," you politely say to your driver, handing him some money before stepping out of the sleek black car and onto the sidewalk. The bottoms of your shoes crunch lightly as they come in contact with the concrete, steadily announcing your course towards the performance hall. 

You let out a breath as you stand in the elevator, alone with your thoughts in the small space as it ascends. 

Your hands nervously palm the fresh bouquets of flowers you purchased on your way here -- the girls just finished a comeback stage, so you've decided to surprise them and show your love. You spent time picking out a personalized batch for each of them, making sure to mix their favorite colors and types, but you went even further for Rosé: you hand picked a larger, special array, choosing them based on their meaning and how much you think she'll appreciate them. Over the years, you've made sure to note her favorite ones; that came in handy tonight, and the florist assisting you definitely appreciated your attention to detail. 

Too chicken to go to her first, you decide to bring the other girls their gifts now and save Rosie for last. All of them are unwinding independently in their dressing rooms right now, enjoying some much needed alone time before coming back together later to celebrate. 

"Jisoo-yah!" You sing-song, rapping lightly on the door. It's slightly ajar, but you still knock out of respect for her privacy. 

In an instant, the door swings open to reveal a very happy unnie. "Y/N! I've missed you!" She nearly shouts, pulling you in for an eager hug. A surprised noise leaves her lips as her hands come in contact with the bundle behind your back, crinkling the plastic slightly in her excited state. 

"I got you a present," you say, smiling softly. Jisoo can feel the way your cheeks raise up, brushing against the skin of her neck as your head rests there, and her heart melts. After pulling out of the embrace, she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Well? Let me see!" You do as she asks with a chuckle, pulling her bunch out of the hold of the rubber band that's keeping them all together. "I got your favorite." You grin, sticking them out for her to see. Her eyes widen at the sight, and she's touched by the kind gesture. Flowers aren't particularly unique in terms of what companies and fans send them, but seeing the effort you put in makes it incredibly special. She couldn't be happier. 

"Y/N, you're the best." She presses a small kiss to your cheek as a thank you, and invites you in right after. Jisoo considers you to be one of the closest friends she has, so being apart hasn't been easy on her. You're the only person she's okay with venting and crying in front of, and she's been needing that lately. Sensing this, you pull a chair up to her vanity and let her fill you in on all the mayhem you missed out on during your time away, holding her hand for reassurance. When she gets a little frustrated, you rub her back gently, telling her to take her time. 

Jisoo is beyond thankful for you, and that becomes more and more apparent the closer you two get. Times like these hold a special place in her heart and remind her of why she loves you so much. You truly are a great friend to have, and there's no one she'd rather have in her corner. 

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"Incoming! 3...2...1…" You call out, standing in front of Lisa's door, ready to knock it down and barge in. The greeting is an inside joke between the two of you, though neither of you know where its origins lie. 

"Yah! Hold on!" She shouts, nearly tripping and falling from how quick she rushes to the door. You laugh at the sounds of chaos coming from inside, wincing slightly when a thud rings out. Hair slightly disheveled, she opens the door with a huff. "This had better be good, because I almost died." 

Wordlessly, you reveal her present and smirk as the halfhearted scowl on her face disappears completely, giving way to a dopey grin. "You remembered?" She asks quietly, running her fingers over the petals of her all-time favorite flower. The fact that she sounds so shocked makes you sad -- not many people take enough time to notice the little things. They'd rather focus on profiting off of the girls' talents than actually caring enough to get to know them. 

"Of course I did, Lisa. You're one of my best friends; how could I forget?" The maknae pulls you in for a meaningful hug, allowing the gesture to tell you all the things she doesn't know how to express. She's not always the best with her words, but she makes up for it with her actions. 

"I really love you, dork. You know that?" She asks as she pulls away, ruffling your hair lightly. She cracks that smile that seems to make the world stop, and you just shake your head. 

"You'd better. Your flowers were the most expensive!" You tease, dodging her when she reaches out to grab you for that one. 

"Get back here!" She shouts, chasing you down the hall like a 5 year old, planning to get her revenge. 

---

"Jendeukie, open up!" You squeal, pounding on her door while throwing a look over your shoulder. Lisa is dangerously close, ready to tackle you as she continues charging down the hall. 

"Y/N?!" She exclaims from the other side of the door, clearly not expecting you to be here. 

"Hurry!" You can hear footsteps eagerly rushing towards the door, and just as she opens it, disaster strikes. 

Lisa's arms wrap around your waist, pushing you forward and right into Jennie. The three of you fall into her dressing room in a messy heap, limbs splayed in various positions as you yell together on the way down. You manage to keep the flowers out of harm's way, thankfully, and your arm remains stuck out just in case Lisa tries anything else. 

"Hello to you, too, Y/N." Jennie groans with a chuckle, the words coming out a little strained from all the weight on her. Lisa stands first, pulling you up right after, and you turn to help your best friend up as well. 

"I sure know how to make an entrance, huh?" Your lopsided grin makes Jennie weak in the knees, much like it has ever since she met you all those years ago, and she has to fight to contain the blush that rises to her cheeks. After bantering with Lisa for a few more moments you eventually push her out of the room, shoo-ing her back to her own in order to give yourself some one-on-one time with Jennie. 

You stick your tongue out at the maknae one final time before shutting the door and turning around, finding a very soft looking Jennie peering back at you. Her cheeks are pulled back in her signature gummy smile, and the fluffy sleeves of her Chanel sweater engulf her small hands as she cradles her face in them. 

Perhaps, if circumstances were different, you'd be hopelessly pining for this 5'4" angel instead of Rosé. Love knows no logic, though, and you're stuck chasing after a certain Australian beauty that never seems capable of giving you the time of day.

"I missed you," she pouts, pursing her lips adorably as she steps forward to wrap her arms around your shoulders. You pull her in and pick her up with a spin, smiling into her neck when she giggles in your ear. 

"Well, I'm here now. And luckily for you…." you start, allowing for some anticipation to build, "I come bearing gifts. Well, a gift. Singular." Jennie chuckles at your rambling -- it's one of the traits she finds most endearing about you, and she always hates it when people cut you down for it. It's adorable in every way. 

"Oh?" She asks, intrigued as she raises an eyebrow -- she's keeping the act up for you, of course, too fond of the cute smile on your face to tell you that she already knows what it is. You hand over the flowers with a little jig, too excited by how happy she looks to contain yourself. 

"They're beautiful, Y/N." She stops herself from adding a, "just like you," to the end of the phrase, wishing she was able to say things like that. You deserve to be reminded of how special you are everyday, and she knows her bandmate fails to do so. 

"So, what've you been up to?" You amble over to the couch that's tucked away in the corner of her dressing room, plopping down onto the cushions with a small bounce. Rosé's flowers lay beside you, and Jennie eyes them. 

"Same old, same old," she says, finally looking back at you with a tiny grin. "Practice for the comeback has kept us really busy lately, and somebody hasn't been there to tell us jokes at 3AM and keep us going." She playfully rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. 

"My most sincere apologies," you hold a hand over your heart in mock regret, bowing your head with closed eyes. "On the bright side, though, I'm back in town for next month or two. I finished the business deals we had to handle abroad, so now I'm all yours." 

She knows you didn't mean hers, but that doesn't stop her from pretending. 

A happy noise of approval slips past her lips, and she claps excitedly. The sight reminds you of some of the childhood videos she's shown you, the two looking eerily similar to one another. No matter what may happen in her life, Jennie will most certainly remain that innocent young girl at heart, getting scared by everything that moves and loving with her all. She's an amazing person to know, and part of you feels sorry for everyone who'll never get the privilege of knowing her personally -- after all, everyone deserves a Jennie Kim in their lives. 

"Are you celebrating with us later?" She asks from in front of her mirror, now brushing her hair to busy herself. She runs the risk of making her feelings too obvious if she doesn't keep herself occupied. 

"I was planning to, yes. But that might depend on Rosé." You inform with a nervous chuckle, an anxious smile playing on your lips. When you look up and find her brows furrowed, you elaborate. 

"I'm gonna try to ask her out today when I bring her these flowers." You lightly chew your bottom lip out of habit, rubbing your hands together. The mere thought of such a task is daunting, especially with your not-so-perfect track record when it comes to her. You still try to cling to what little hope you have squirreled away in your heart, wishing with all your power that your sweet present will convince Rosé to at least give you a chance. 

Distracted by your thoughts, you don't notice the way that Jennie's face falls. Her heart is breaking in silence, splintering into pieces far too small to put back together. She knew this day would come eventually, given that you're a determined person and head over heels for Rosé, but that doesn't mean she was prepared to find out like this. The lovesick glimmer in your eye hurts Jennie even more, knowing that you're probably imagining what it would be like for her to say yes to you. This whole time, Rosé has been stringing you along -- giving you just enough hope to keep coming back to her, using your devoted acts of kindness selfishly -- and Jennie would do anything to make you see that. You don't deserve what she puts you through. 

"...Earth to Jennie!"

The brunette snaps back to reality and clears her throat, attempting to gather her thoughts again. 

"Sorry, just got lost there for a second." She says, looking back into your eyes after a moment. A curious look plays in them, and she can practically see you debating on whether or not to question her further. She lets out a quiet sigh of relief when you accept her answer, choosing instead to smile at her. 

"It's alright. But what's not alright, is that I've been sitting here for 5 minutes and you haven't come over to cuddle me. I mean seriously, a girl's gone for forever and her best friend doesn't bombard her with love?" You shake your head with an amused smile, throwing your hands in the air. 

Oh, the things she would do to change that title. 

Successfully suppressing the pang of longing that runs through her, Jennie quips back, "A month and a half is hardly forever, Y/N." 

"It felt like it, though. I missed seeing you." 

She finds you pouting, your arms folded across your chest like a toddler, and her heart melts. Any amount of time without you is too long for Jennie's liking, and she's happy to know you missed her as well. 

"Fine, I guess I can spare some cuddles." She pretends to be put out as she approaches you, really playing the part by huffing and looking uninterested. Inside, though, she's celebrating. She can't wait to hold you close again, even if it may lead to her hurting herself with the what-ifs and scenarios that play in her mind. 

"Yay!" You shout, pulling her into your lap before laying your head on her shoulder. Her heart beats rapidly at the proximity, and she prays to every higher power in existence that you don't notice it. 

She relaxes after a moment, releasing the tension from her muscles as she sinks into your embrace. It's warm and comforting, and she never wants you to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, and she's content just running her hands through your hair, feeling your calm breaths against her skin. 

She's so in love it hurts. 

-----

This'll convince her, you whisper to yourself, attempting to sound confident -- key word: attempting. If there's one thing you know about Rosé, it's that she loves to be difficult with you. You caught feelings for her years ago when you were first introduced to each other at a company event, and ever since then you've done nice things for her nonstop, hoping that she'd fall for you with time. The longer you wait, though, the more discouraged you get. Regardless, those times that she appreciates your efforts make up for all the rest, and you'd gladly take 100 instances of the "bad" in order to have even just one of the "good". 

After taking a deep breath, you knock on the door a couple times.

A sigh can be heard, sounding like a complete 180 from the reactions of the other girls. The subsequent footsteps are heavy -- like she's dragging her feet, not even wanting to get up in the first place -- and they work to dishearten you a bit. Nevertheless, you imagine how happy she'll be when she sees the surprise, and a small smile makes its ways onto your lips. All you want to do is brighten her day, if only for a moment. 

An indifferent expression rests on her face when she first opens the door, likely expecting someone else to be standing in your place. Not much changes when she realizes it's you, though a sliver of a smile does quirk up at the corner of her lips. 

"Hiya Rosie," you greet sweetly, unable to contain how wide your smile grows at seeing her again. She makes you feel like a giddy school girl, and you can't decide if you love it or hate it. 

"What's up?" She asks, more out of common courtesy than anything else. Her body leans against the doorframe, her left arm resting behind the door. She didn't throw it open or invite you in like the other girls, so that tells you that she probably doesn't want visitors. 

When you take too long to answer, she asks dryly, "Are you just gonna stare at me?" Her voice is laced with a slight undertone of annoyance -- one that makes you shrink down a bit. You can practically hear how exhausted she is, and part of you feels bad for disturbing her with your presence. 

"N-no, sorry." You curse yourself for looking like a fool. "I got you something that I think you'll enjoy." Her eyebrows raise slightly and you can tell she's intrigued, even if she may try to deny it. 

"Here." You declare, nervously fixing the plastic as you hold the bundle in front of you. You want it to look perfect for her. 

"I, uh, hand picked it." 

"Thank you, it's lovely." She says politely, taking them from you and bringing them up to her nose. She admires the gentle, pleasant scent of them, and smiles appreciatively at you.

You blush under her gaze, slightly tripping over your words as you respond, "Of course, I'm glad you like it." 

Now, the part you dread: when the conversation dwindles down, threatening to end entirely unless you step up to keep it going. 

"Well, how've you been?" You cringe at the overused question, but you're willing to employ it in order to hear her sweet voice for a little longer. 

"Look, Y/N, I really appreciate the gift and all, and I'm really happy to see you again, but I don't feel like talking right now. I just want to enjoy myself for a little bit." Her denial makes you scrunch your face up, embarrassed beyond belief as her words sink in. You should've known that flowers wouldn't suffice. Perhaps that last line stung the most -- you try not to read too far into it, but the idea that she doesn't enjoy herself when talking to you nags at your heart. 

"Yeah, yeah. For sure." You scratch the back of your neck, awkwardly taking a step away from her door and back into the hallway. 

"I'll see you at the get together later though, right?" You ask, kicking yourself when you realize how hopeful you sounded. You have to get better at hiding it. 

"Sure," she nods, sending you a smile and little wave before saying goodbye and shutting the door. 

Well, that was a bust. Damn. Back to the drawing board, it is -- though your ego will need a few hours to recover. 

---

"Lisa, I swear to god, if you come near me with that I'll punt you across this room." 

Your very serious, totally-not-exaggerated warning evidently worked against you, because the maknae soon raises her head to look at you, grinning like a maniac. Frosting from the cake she just messily cut into covers her hands, looking threatening as she wiggles them at you. 

"I mean in!" You shout as a last resort, slowly backing away. You accidently bump into Jennie in the process, but you fail to realize that it was part of the plan all along: she and Lisa are in cahoots. When the maknae lunges, swiftly striding across the room towards you, you attempt to move out of her path and get somewhere safer. Steady hands on your waist keep you anchored in place, though, and you try to fight them. 

"Jennie?! Let me go, she's right there!" You squeal, trying to pry her fingers off of your hips one by one. She merely laughs, whispering a sorry into your ear right before Lisa's hands run across your cheeks and neck. You squirm, leaning further back against Jennie to evade the younger girl as she does her worst. 

Now, practically having a face mask of frosting, you step away from the girls and glare at them. 

"Bullies, I tell you." You say to Jisoo, groaning when she busts out laughing. It doesn't take a genius to know that you look a mess, and you'd probably laugh at yourself if the roles were reversed. The others soon join in, and a chorus of belly laughs fill the air around you. 

"Go ahead, laugh it up," you tell the girls, nodding your head, "Just wait til I get my revenge. I'm coming for you, Manoban." You point a finger at her as you exit the room, grinning when you hear the oooo's that they let out at your threat, and you make your way to the bathroom at the end of the long hallway before you.

On your way back, you hear Rosé's voice filtering in from one of the lounge rooms that branch off of the main corridor. Intrigued, you stop walking and listen in. 

Big mistake. 

Your ears perk up when you hear your name roll off her tongue, though her subsequent sentences crush your spirits. 

"...I know, right? She's honestly so annoying. Like earlier, I was finally getting cozy after our performance and then she just showed up."

Too shocked to leave now, you stay where you are and try not to let her words hurt you too much. She listens to the person on the other end of the line, laughing at something they said. That sound -- one you’ve grown to love more than anything else in the world -- is turning into something you hate. It feels like she's laughing at you; which, in hindsight, she probably is. 

"Exactly! She had flowers for me, as if I don't get those almost everyday already, and I guess she really thought that that would win me over. It was sweet but, c'mon, you know?"

Every insecurity you have is nagging at you, and you can't stop the few tears that roll down your cheeks at her brutal honesty. She's really hurting your feelings, and you can't help but want to call her out for it. So, you do just that: you step into the open room, one that lacks an actual door, and say, "Next time you wanna talk shit about someone, maybe you should make sure they're not around to hear it." 

Her smile falters slightly, and she spins around to face you. A hint of guilt plays on her features, but you're sure it's only because she got caught -- she definitely meant everything she said. 

"Y/N--"

You don't stick around to listen to what she has to say. Her change of behavior surprised you, and you can't trust that she's even sorry for it. 

Your pace quickens as you hear her voice become clearer -- she's in the doorway now, calling after you, but you don't even turn around. The salt of your tears greets your tongue, and you're once again reminded to wipe your face as you rush down the hall, rounding a couple corners and darting past countless doors on your way. You just want to get out of this place and be alone. 

A new voice slows your strides as it greets your ears, feeling like a security blanket in its gentleness. It's Jennie. "Y/N? Why are you crying?" She came to look for you when you took too long to return from the bathroom. 

You're far too embarrassed to look at her, so you simply sniffle and raise a hand up in her direction. "Don't worry about me, Jen. It's not important." 

"Hey, yes it is. You're upset and that matters." She steps towards you, saying the words that you had no idea you needed to hear so badly. Your heart aches, still shocked by the fact that Rosé would say such things about you. You thought you were friends, if nothing else, and yet that's never felt further from the truth than it does right now. 

When you don't move away, Jennie takes that as a sign to bring you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. The kind act hurts your heart more for some reason, and you want to pull away. Jennie senses this and decides to rub soothing circles on your back, her warm embrace comforting you as she says, "I don't know what happened, Y/N, but I'm right here. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, either, but please don't leave like this. I hate to see you upset." 

Something about the way she's holding you, so close and tenderly, is comforting beyond belief and you can't find the desire to leave anymore. 

"Can we at least go to your dressing room? I don't want everyone to see me like this."

"Of course, sweetheart. Come on." 

Sweet phrases of reassurance are whispered to you as she leads you away, keeping you safe from prying eyes the entire time. Jisoo appears in the doorway of the party room, raising a concerned brow when she sees the two of you approaching. Jennie shakes her head at the unnie before she can utter a word, giving her a silent answer as she uses her eyes to communicate what's happening. Jisoo eventually understands, and she offers a sympathetic nod when you pass by.  

-------

7 Months Later

"Hey Jennie, do you think you can go answer the door? I'd do it myself, but…" Jisoo trails off, glancing down at the bowl of partially mixed dough that sits in front of her on the counter. Her hands continue to knead the mixture as she looks up at the younger girl, subtly sighing in relief when she agrees. 

There's more than one reason behind having Jennie be the one to answer it. 

The brunette grabs a pen as she pads her way over to the door, ready to sign for a delivery package -- that's usually the only thing they get at the dorm, considering guests are discouraged for the most part. Screw YG and their rules. 

Being a bit clumsy, Jennie accidently knocks her phone out of her own hand as she opens the door, muttering out a quiet “shit” as she bends down to retrieve it. Her eyes trail over to the stylish boots that set just a few feet away, and her breath hitches. 

"Hi baby." You greet with that healing smile that she's missed so much, peering down at her with a look in your eye that makes her heart trip and stumble over itself. 

"Y/N!" She shrieks, jumping up from the ground and right into your arms. 

"Uumph--" you let out in surprise, making sure to catch her and prevent her from falling. Ever since you two began dating a few months ago, leaving has become harder and harder. Jennie is beyond thrilled to have you back again, and she tries not to think about the next business trip you'll have to take. It's a methodical rhythm -- a month or two abroad and the same amount back home, then you're left to repeat the cycle over and over. Both of you hate it, and you'd much rather spend all your time with her instead. After all, ever since the incident with Rosé all that time ago, Jennie has steadily worked her way into your heart and become someone you can't live without. You were close before, but you've reached a new level now -- and that's about the only thing you can thank Rosé for. By hurting you and showing you how little she cared, she effectively pushed you right into Jennie's waiting arms.

"I'm so happy you're home." She says with a sigh, truly grateful to have you in her arms again. You wrap your arms tighter around her waist and sway a little bit, both of you content with just holding each other for a while longer. The weather outside is dazzlingly perfect; signs of summer apparent in everything around you. Birds chirp their looping songs as they fly through the air, feeling the sun's gentle heat on their wings all the while. 

You move your head enough to be level with hers, bringing her in for a long-overdue kiss. She smiles into it, cupping your cheek with one of her hands as she languidly moves to deepen it. 

Rosé should've stayed in her room. She should've ignored her stomach's incessant grumbling for a snack; but she didn't. 

She gave in, and now she's stuck, rooted in place as she watches Jennie kiss you, the one that got away. It's like watching a train wreck: she can't look away, and part of her psyche knows she deserves this. The apple in her hands is the only thing working to distract her, and she grips it tightly within her clutch to comfort herself. You look good -- so good -- and Rosé doesn't know whether to be happy or not. She knows she didn't treat you right -- then or ever -- but for some selfish reason that she doesn't dare give voice to, she wants you to still be hurting. She wants you to be suffering like she is now, crying into your pillowcase at night when she crosses your mind. She wants you to miss the good times, though there may not have been enough of them, and she wants you to want her again. 

You've turned the tables on her, and she doesn't know how to cope. 

She realized what she had once it was gone -- once you were gone, too busy falling in love with Jennie to pay her any mind anymore. She misses how devoted you were to her and how much care you put into everything you did; she misses the consistency that you offered; she misses every sweet thing you ever did for her. Hell, she even misses hearing you ramble and seeing you blush when all she did was smile at you. 

But you're gone now, destined to be with her member when all she wants is another chance. She'll never get it, certainly not after everything she's put you through, and she resents herself for treating you so badly. All you ever did was care, and she was too self-centered to give a crap. 

She deserves this. She deserves to see you happy with Jennie, happy in a way she could never make you. For you, she deserves to hurt; to silently cry in her room when she hears the two of you on call, laughing about whatever new thing you experienced that day. Because it wasn't just the one instance of pain she inflicted on you; it wasn't just that one night at the performance hall -- it was a steady build up of rejection and half-assed excuses, and even she can't blame you for getting tired of it. She wishes she hadn't been so stupid to deny you. 

What's worse is that she's actually fallen for you now; she imagines what could've been, what would've been, had she given you an honest chance. She's never tried to deny how gorgeous you are -- that's a given -- but now you're bruisingly beautiful, shining with the happiness that Jennie's worked hard to instill in you again. Shining with the love you hold for that 5'4" angel. 

Maybe, if circumstances were different, you'd be in Rosé's arms right now. Perhaps in another life. 

---

"Do you want to come in? Jisoo's working on some dessert for the lunch we just made. We can heat you up a plate in the meantime…" Jennie trails off, hoping to persuade you. She knows it's risky, considering the tension that feels almost tangible anytime the three of you are together, but she doesn't want to let you go so soon. 

"I don't know…" The uncertainty in your voice is clear, and Jennie watches as a slight grimace crosses your features when you look past her and into the dorm. Luckily Rosé had already found the will power to move to the dining room, so you're spared from seeing her just yet. 

"If things get weird or uncomfy we'll leave, okay? I promise." She says, knowing she's convinced you once you give her a little nod. 

"Okay. But I'm only doing this because I missed Jisoo's cooking." A playful glint shimmers in your eye as you quirk your head to the side, teasing her. 

"Hey!" She groans, pushing your shoulder as the two of you walk down the little concrete path that leads to the front door. "I'm kidding! I missed Lisa's jokes, too." 

You laugh at the gasp she lets out, and you make sure to turn around and press a kiss to her temple to stop her from pouting. 

--

"So, Y/N, where did you go this time?" Jisoo asks, leaning against the marble island of the kitchen as she pops a piece of tanghulu in her mouth. The crack of the sugary coating pulls your attention away from Rosé, where it had momentarily been -- she looks awful. Bags rest underneath her eyes, her normally vibrant features crestfallen now as her gaze scans across the food on her plate. 

You look at Jisoo as you answer her. "The states. We worked with some local companies and small businesses to get more promotional material out in front of people. It's actually pretty amazing, guys -- you're blowing up over there. They love you." The girls smile at your words, feeling a sense of accomplishment swell within themselves. Back when they were trainees they never imagined that they'd end up this far, and yet here they are, seeing their dreams come true, day after day. 

You're just happy to be along for the ride. It's not easy by any means -- people often crack under the pressure and get discouraged by the hustle and bustle of everything that such a major operation entails -- but you've never been more thankful for a position in your life. 

"As they should," Lisa smirks, looking self-assured with the little cocky motion she does. You almost choke on the piece of food you just stuffed in your mouth, laughing at how ridiculous she looks. 

After successfully not dying, you look at her and shake your head. "Lisa, what is wrong with you?" She puts on her infamous meme face, pretending to be shocked by your question, and you cackle again. The sound makes Rosé jealous; she wishes she were the one making you laugh like that. 

Another hour or so passes with the 5 of you just relaxing and snacking together at the table, taking turns trading stories and jokes in the meantime. After finishing your dessert and complimenting the unnie's cooking skills, you make your way towards the kitchen with a groan of, "I'm so full" thrown over your shoulder. 

You begin washing the dishes, finding it only fitting seeing as they spent all that time preparing such a good meal. It's the least you can do. A smile tugs at your cheeks when you hear the door open, followed by light footfalls against the hardwood. Jennie. 

Warm arms snake around your waist as she hugs you from behind, resting her cheek against your back. Your brows furrow when you notice an unusual thing -- either Jennie grew a few inches in the last 5 minutes, or someone else is holding you. Their cheek reaches a place Jennie isn't tall enough to, and it all hits you.

It's Rosé. 

You go to shut the water off and step away, but the sounds of her quiet sniffles give you pause. "Please don't." She whispers into your shirt, bunching the material up within her fingers against your stomach. A pang of sadness pulls against your heart strings, the long forgotten feeling reignited by the waver in her voice. "Rosé," you start with a sigh, ready to launch into the practiced speech of how happy you are with Jennie now and how you've moved on. She tugs at your shirt, slowly turning you around, and you can't find it in yourself to break her heart even further in this moment. Her eyes are filled with what tears have yet to stream down her face, brimming with the salty liquid you hate to see. 

Even after everything, you can't stand to see her cry. 

So, perhaps stupidly, you allow her to lean forward and rest her head against your chest; you let her fall into your arms, sinking into the embrace she never intended to miss so much. 

It was innocent. Completely, utterly innocent, but Rosé couldn't stop herself -- not when you were there again, right in front of her, looking so good it hurt. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pushing her lips against yours in a kiss you weren't prepared for at all. Her mouth moved quickly against yours, knowing you'd be shoving her away at any moment. But she was okay with being selfish again -- she needed you then, and you allowed her to keep kissing you until you realized what was happening. 

As you go to stumble away and put distance between the two of you, the door once again opens; only this time, it's actually Jennie. Her eyes immediately dart between the two of you as she notices how Rosie's hands are still holding you close, both of your lips swollen from the kiss. All at once you realize how the situation must look, and you begin panicking. You knew this was a bad idea from the start. 

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think." You shake your head, finally freeing yourself of Rosé's grip as you take a couple steps towards your girlfriend. She takes an equal amount back, scoffing lightly at the memory of the scene she just witnessed. 

"Yeah, okay," she says, sounding anything but convinced as she makes her way towards the door. You go after her, but she holds a hand up -- after knowing her for so long, you've learned that that signal means to give her some time alone. Both of you know you'll go after her again later, but she needs some time right now. As she leaves the dorm, the heavy sound of the door shutting is the only noise that cuts through the palpable tension. 

"How could you do that?" You ask, voice small, not even turning around to look at Rosé. You doubt that she's even sorry. 

She isn't sorry. At least, not for kissing you. It felt good to have you like that, and she doesn't regret it. However, from what angle of your face your side profile offers to her, she can see how upset you are. That's what makes her feel the slightest bit guilty for her timing. 

"I spent so much time trying to get you to notice me, and now you choose to do that? You're unbelievable, Roseanne-- I'm finally happy, and what, you want to ruin that?” She takes the blows as they come, staying quiet. “If you've ever cared about me at all then you'll stay away." You set your jaw, willing the tears to go away. You've wasted too many on her, and you'll be damned to look weak right now. 

"Y/N, I-" 

"No. Don't apologize when we both know you don't mean it. You've always been selfish, Rosé." You bite back, not caring if the words cut her down like her old ones always used to do to you. Earlier, before her little stunt, you were starting to feel sorry for her; clearly though, that was yet another mistake on your part. 

You leave without another word, praying that she doesn't further complicate the situation by following after you. Jennie is the only thing on your mind as you hop in your car, having an idea of where she might be.

--

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think." 

Your worried voice replays in her mind for the millionth time, further tormenting her. She's been cheated on before, so that phrase isn't a new thing to her. 

She was always afraid this would happen. She used to lay awake at night, overthinking as usual, wondering when the beautiful thing the two of you created would ultimately come crashing down. It was too good to be true, and she curses herself for foolishly believing any different. 

The better part of an hour passes by as she sits on the park bench, reminiscing on all the memories you've made here. The idea of ending things with you and starting over with someone else sinks in, and she hates the feeling. She only wants you -- she's only ever wanted you -- and the thought that things could really be over now hurts her more than she cares to admit. 

Your eyes scan across the park, ghosting over the playground equipment until they zero in on her, sitting near the fountain that you shared your first kiss. Such a sap, you smile bittersweetly. 

You ruffle through the plastic bag that sits in the passenger's seat, moving the receipt out of the way so that you can pick up what you're really after. Returning your hands to the steering wheel, you grip it while giving yourself a little pep talk before exiting the car. You press a kiss to the present in your hand for good luck, hoping this encounter will go well. 

Water spouts from the top of the fountain, the sound growing louder the closer you get to Jennie. Her back is turned to you, and for that you're thankful -- you're not quite prepared to see how she'll be looking at you. Now just a few feet away, you say, "Marry me."

You’ll do whatever it takes to show her how crazy you are about her.

Her head whips around, completely taken aback by your proposal. She thinks that there's no way you're serious, but when she looks down to find her favorite flavor of ring pop in your hand, her eyes widen. You're sick of wasting time, and seeing that she hasn't yelled at you or turned you away yet, you take advantage of the situation. 

"Marry me, Jennie," you repeat, taking small, careful steps towards her until you're right next to the bench. "She kissed me, but I tried to push her away. I told her that you're the only one for me." 

She blinks, taking in your words as she notices you nervously toy with the plastic wrapper of the candy. She knows you're telling the truth; you're a terrible liar, and you wouldn't be here right now if you didn't want her back. If you wanted to choose Rosé over her, you had the perfect opportunity to do so back at the dorm.

But you don't; you want Jennie, and now you're standing in the middle of your favorite park, proposing with a piece of candy to prove that to her. The things you do for love. 

"It just scared me, Y/N. Seeing her wrapped around you like that--"

"I know, baby. I know. But I promise I didn't want it, and it meant nothing to me. I'm so in love with you, Jennie Kim." 

She smiles at the dopey grin on your face, seeing how smitten you are. 

"Okay," she answers back, yet again looking at your hands. 

"Is that a yes?" You ask, slowly beginning to tear open the wrapper. 

"Yes, dummy. I'll marry you." She declares, nodding her head with a laugh at how slow you are sometimes. 

"Yay!" You shout, stepping forward to pick her up in your arms. You set her back down with a smile, slipping the ring onto her finger as your heart soars. 

Jennie kisses you, letting the action convey all the emotions she's been through in the past few hours. "I love you." She sighs, resting her forehead against yours. 

"I'd surely hope so, jagi," you smirk against her lips, giggling at the squeal she lets out when you playfully pinch her side. Her kisses are replacing all traces of Rosé, and she's comforted by the fact that you'll so adamantly choose her, everyday. 

With a smile, Jennie realizes something: never again will she be forced to dream of having you in another life -- her wishes came true, and now she'll have you in this one, always.

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

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Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

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An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

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30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

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Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

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45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

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Endlessly

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a fateful encounter steals you away from Jennie, you come to realize it might not mark the end for your love.

Word Count: ~ 8,358

Warnings / Misc. -- Death, Depression, Angst, Healing, Fluff (Happy Ending)

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this one :) 💜 I just recently finished watching Goblin, and it inspired me to write this 😌🤘

(Note: In a later piece of dialogue, a Jamie Anderson quote is used as inspiration. The dialogue is basically the same as the quote from her, just with a few extra words.)

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The burning, jagged path that the bullet etched into you wasn't what hurt. To be honest, at that point, you couldn't feel much anymore; the adrenaline was overpowering.

But what did hurt, what made your heart ache, deeply and irrevocably, was knowing that Jennie was there to witness it all. 

Her dark eyes were washed in a new gleam of horror as you fell to your knees, helplessly gasping for air but only managing to draw in short bursts of it. She watched as blood soaked a circle into the fibers of your shirt, deep crimson sprawling across your abdomen at an alarming rate. 

But you just looked on, smiling a bittersweet smile at her. She would be safe now, thanks to your sacrifice, and you could die peacefully knowing that. 

Your vision began to blur then, turning hazy and closing in upon itself. Dizziness racked your body, soon sending you falling onto your side. The ground was harsh, unforgiving -- you'll never forget how it felt beneath your fingertips. How cold and final it was; that you knew then you had arrived at your place of departure from this Earth. 

It was a terrifying reality to attempt to grasp all at once, but Jennie was by your side before you could get too scared. Her warm hands chased the fears from your mind as she touched your forehead, clearing your hair out of your face.

"Y-Y/N…" her voice broke, just the same as her heart. 

"I know," you soothed, bringing a hand up to wrap around her wrist. Some blood got on her in the process, and part of you regretted touching her because of it. 

Your free hand stayed in front of you, applying pressure to the wound in your stomach in order to buy some more time.

"I'm not hurting, jagi." 

It was a lie, of course, but with good reason. The hopeless look in her eyes was more painful than what you were experiencing anyway, and you'd have said anything to make her feel better.

Merely two feet away, the mugger that you fended off laid in a heap of filth and ruin. The gun that he shot you with rested on the ground, his fingers no longer tightly curled around its handle. The life had already drained from his eyes a few seconds prior as he succumbed to his injuries, thanks to your efforts.

Jennie's brows lifted in realization. "I'll call an ambulance," she declared, sitting up on her knees to retrieve her cell phone from her purse. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, each droplet bitter and filled with budding grief. 

But you held onto her, stopping her and silently shaking your head when she glanced down at you in a rush. 

"Just be with me," you asked softly, knowing it wouldn't do any good to waste time calling. The nearest hospital was halfway across town, and you had a couple minutes or so left at best. 

How could you possibly say everything you wanted to in such a short time frame?

"Y/N, please," she sobbed, voice hoarse. "I have to try."

An overwhelming taste of iron filled your mouth, but you swallowed it down the best you could before responding. 

"We both know it won't w-work," you managed out through gritted teeth. 

She shook her head and cursed into the night air before turning to look at you. 

"Alright, baby," she relented, cupping your cheek. Her free hand was at the side of your head, her palm pressing into the rough concrete as she held herself up. She felt like collapsing, then, and dying right along with you. 

If all of her couldn't, a piece of her surely would. 

"I'm right here; I won't go anywhere else. Right here, Y/N/N." The words fell from her lips like a mantra as she pressed her forehead against yours. 

"I love you to the moon and back, Nini. I always have," you admitted, thinking back to the first time you realized you were in love. 

"And I know this looks bad," a cough momentarily interrupted you, but you persisted, "but I'll find you in the next life. We'll be together there, baby, and we'll grow old…" 

A pitiful whimper left her at that, and she sank down defeatedly. 

"It'll be great, Jennie. I promise." You brought a bloody hand up to her cheek and turned her head so you could look up into her eyes. "Live a long, happy life here, for me. I'll be waiting on the other side." 

She nodded, barely able to see you anymore from the blur of her tears. But she blinked them away, not wanting to lose a second with you. 

You coughed again, the sound deep and ominous, and were left with a sort of wheeze when it subsided. You both knew your time was dwindling. 

"Kiss m--"

She had the same thought as you, and her lips were on yours before you could even finish the request. 

Her cherry lip balm flooded your fading senses, cutting through the dullness to send you off with one last parting gift. It tasted uniquely like her, and it smelled like fresh Maraschinos.

Memories flashed through your aching mind in a mix of colors and sounds, blending with one another to create the story of your short life. A tear rolled down the side of your face, dampening a piece of your hair that laid against the ground. 

Your hands pulled her in closer as you kissed her, desperately wanting to give her something to remember you by in the interim. 

Her lips were warm and demanding as they slid against yours, offering their safe touch. Demanding you to fight a little longer. To kiss her a little harder. To somehow pull through, when she knew in her heart it was futile. 

Neither of you stopped until your kisses became a little weaker, unable to match the strength of her own. 

"Remember the good times, Jen," you pleaded a few seconds later, voice breathy. "I'll always be with you." 

More sobs wracked through her body as she hugged you close, clinging to you like never before. She whispered remedies in your ear to rival your broken groans of pain. 

Your eyes began to glaze over, and you felt warm all over. It was a strange sensation, but you smiled bittersweetly. You had always been afraid of being cold when you left. 

"I don't have any regrets, jagi," you said lowly, barely any energy left. Your responses were slowing down. 

"You gave me enough happiness to last a lifetime. Thank you." 

Her throat felt like it was closing, and she struggled to breathe. Inklings of a potential panic attack rose up in her, but she suppressed them as best she could. The last thing you needed was to worry on your way out. 

More of her tears fell against your neck, where her head was nestled. 

"I've loved you since our first date, Y/N," she sniffled. "I waited my whole life to find you, and you were worth every second." 

A smile found its way to your lips, slowly but surely, and rested there. 

"But now I'll have to miss you longer than I've known you. How am I supposed to cope?" She was defeated.

"I won't be very far," your voice had fallen to just above a whisper, barely even able to be classified as such.

Her hand rested against your collarbone, gripping the material of your shirt with such miserable tenacity that you wondered for a second if it was enough to keep you on Earth. 

An ambulance siren rang out in the distance, lonely and faraway. It might as well have been on Mars.

"Just smile when you think of me. You know how much I love your sm…."

Jennie's eyes shot open as you went silent. 

So, it seemed, her hold wasn't quite strong enough to tether you down. 

"Y/N?" She asked, sitting up. The small smile from before was still on your face, and your eyes were shut. Your color was gone, leaving your skin pale and void of the vibrancy you always possessed. 

"Y/N, no." She shook her head. "No. You're not gone yet. Not like this." 

She looked down at your stomach, where your blood-drenched hand had fallen away from your wound, only slightly concealing it at that point. She laid your arm down at your side, grimacing at the bullet hole once it was fully revealed. A few gashes marked your skin as well, cut in random patterns. They were made by the assailant's knife when you first put yourself between the two of them, prepared to defend Jennie with your life. When you had eventually wrestled it away from him, he cowardly took his gun from his waistline. 

You hadn't even had time to flinch.

Her shattered gaze retreated back up to your face. It was still hauntingly beautiful, somehow. Just like Juliet's. 

Did that make her Romeo, then? 

"The ambulance isn't far away, baby. Come on. Stay with me." 

She sat down beside you and pulled you in, silently asking herself why she hadn't done that in the first place. You deserved to be comfortable, and she hadn't even given you that. 

Regret number one. 

"Come on, baby," she cried, watching as your head lulled back when she pulled you closer. 

"Y/N, please." Her forehead pressed to the exposed area of your chest, feeling the last remnants of your warmth fade out. The beats of your failing heart had already stopped, and she felt her own wavering when she realized that. 

And so, there you sat. Your final resting place. Her breaths turned to hiccups as she struggled to keep a steady rhythm going, hyper aware of every intake and outtake of her own in the absence of yours. 

She was inconsolable as the ambulance arrived ten minutes later, and she wouldn't let go of you. Her tears poured like rain, and she felt that they would never stop. 

Her love was gone. Totally and absolutely. 

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*an unclear amount of time later*

You awake with a wretched gasp, clutching your abdomen tightly. 

Disorientation is prevalent among your senses for several seconds, but it eventually begins to subside. You find yourself in the middle of a room once it does. 

The space around you is bright, but not clinically so. It's aura, more specifically, is light. It appears to be painted some soft shade of white, and it's void of any furniture or signifiers of human presence. 

Cautiously, you sit up. A door catches your eye from across the room; it's made of a sleek material completely different from everything else. A sign rests above it, reading "The In-Between."

Upon glancing down at yourself, you find that you still have on the outfit from the night of your death. There's no blood in sight, though, and the material has rid itself of any gashes or holes you earned back then. 

You smile momentarily, feeling true comfort in the absence of pain. 

A few seconds later, you hear a knock at the door. A woman opens it and steps through shortly after, bowing her head in greeting. 

You sit up straighter to receive it and reciprocate as she approaches you. 

Her dark, golden brown hair forms a natural afro; its curls are vibrant and beautiful, and they bounce lightly with every step she takes. Her skin is tanned, a mix of chestnut brown and sepia, and it contrasts wonderfully with the mild-colored tunic and pants that she wears.

Her hazel eyes, flickering with accents of green and mahogany, land on you. 

A dark folder is clutched in her hand. 

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Aniela, and I'm your assigned spirit guide." 

"Spirit guide?" You ask, brows furrowing slightly. 

She nods, having done this a million times before. You're by no means the first spirit she's had to introduce to this whole system. 

"We're tasked with helping souls cross over to the afterlife in peace." 

You glance down, taking the information in. 

"I see that you lived a courageous life," she notes, flipping through the pages of her folder. She flicks her index finger up into the air, and a desk appears in the room. Two chairs sit on either side of it as well, ready for you. 

"But since your death was a violent one, certain dues must be paid for you to gain peace." 

She extends a hand to you, and you allow her to help you up. She leads you to the chairs, where both of you sit. 

"Like what?" You ask, settling back into the cushions of the chair. 

"There are two types of errands that spirits have to tend to. First: personal matters of their heart." She puts the folder on the desk and clasps her hands together on top of it. 

"I can sense that you still have more you want to say to someone." She briefly closes her eyes, searching for something in her mind. 

"Jennie, right?" 

"Yes, that's right." 

She nods. "The second type is a matter of restoring the balance of the universe. Because you took a life before you died -- though it was in self defense -- you have to make amends for it. You have to help someone on Earth find closure before you can have it yourself." 

"How do I know who to help?" You ask curiously. 

"Considering you were protecting someone before your death, you've earned the right to choose who you help. That's our policy here." She explains.

You don't hesitate to speak your reply. "Then I choose Jennie."

"I figured as much," a light smile shows on her lips as she opens the folder, "so I went ahead and prepared the paperwork to put that in motion." 

"Jennie will become a part of what we call the Kulmis. This is the network of people on Earth that spirits here are looking after. You'll be tasked with helping her move on; once you've accomplished that, you can do so as well." 

Part of you wonders if this is all some wild dream that your dying mind had given you on the way out. After all, this entire place is totally foreign; no religion that you'd ever heard of had anything like this. 

Aniela can tell that you're struggling to process it all. 

"I know it's a lot to take in, and it may be a while before you adjust to this new routine. But I'll be with you every step of the way, and all you have to do is ask me if you have questions."

You nod again, taking a deep breath. The sensation is odd now, though; you can still breathe, but you lack the need to. You wonder if this body of yours is even really one at all. 

"What happens now?"

"You'll be sent back to Earth to complete your job. You're essentially a ghost now; you have the ability to manipulate and influence things around you, but people can't see you. Certain activities tax your energy more than others, so be careful not to influence too much all at once." 

You think for a moment. "How do I regain my energy?" 

"You just have to wait. It'll come back with time." She explains. 

"Will you be there with me?" Your fingers fidget in your lap.

She shakes her head, lips pressed in a line. "I have to stay here. We're not permitted to exist there on Earth, but I can still sense if you need me. All you have to do is ask a question, and I can still answer you." 

"Can people hear me speak?" 

She tilts her head slightly, curls following the movement. "That depends on intent. If you're asking me something, then no. But if you're actively using your energy to say something to them, it's possible. Some spirits call it a waste, though." She looks down momentarily. 

"Why?" 

"Sometimes your words will barely be audible no matter how loud you try to make them. It's a lottery that takes a large amount of energy from spirits; a lot of people have decided not to even try it." Her expression turns a little solemn at that. 

"I understand. Thank you for the help." 

Her long lashes flutter as she looks back up at you, smiling the tiniest bit. She hopes that your case will be one of the successful ones. 

"Do I go back now?" You ask, glancing around the room. 

She nods, standing. "I'll send you back. Just come here." She motions for you to meet her at the side of the desk, and you follow her instructions. 

"Put your right hand over your heart and close your eyes, please." 

You do, and she flicks her hands out at her sides. A strong, blue flame is emitted from her palms, swirling in a magical dance. She brings them to hover over your arm, trailing from your elbow to your heart. 

"Be well, my friend. I'll see you again in the future." 

She presses a hand against yours and touches your forehead with the other, casting you out. 

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Earth, 2022 -- 9:27 PM

Seoul, SK

You wake again with a start, feeling as if your whole body has been jolted with the most powerful force in existence. A few coughs leave you as you stand up, brushing yourself off and taming your hair. 

You're in an alleyway between a bar and restaurant in downtown Seoul. The ground is grimy, and you cringe at the fact that you were laying on it just a moment ago. 

"Really, Aniela? Couldn't have spawned me upright?"

In her office, she grins. You're already complaining and you haven't even been back for a minute. 

"Sorry, Y/N. Maybe next time I'll remember to do that." 

You scoff, but you're secretly smiling. You hope she can't tell, because you don't want to give her the satisfaction.

Your feet lead you towards the light of the city as you emerge from the dark alley, and you find comfort in the familiar setting. People mingle about, stopping by the street stands to get food as shopping bags hang on their arms. Teenagers dressed in their uniforms gossip and laugh, shoving each other on their way home. A few children hold their mother's hands, their eyes open wide and filled with wonder as they look around. 

In some ways, you feel just like them right now.

The sounds of the city grow into a lively chorus as you shove your hands into your pockets and begin walking through it all. 

--

Jennie's Apartment

As soon as you arrive in front of Jennie's apartment building -- where the two of you used to live together -- a strange chill runs up your spine. It makes you feel cold, but you do your best to shake it off. 

The light of her bedroom is on, glowing out into the night through the shade that's drawn in the window. Shadows of movement come from inside, and a few seconds later, the window opens. 

You perk up, subconsciously taking a step forward as you gaze up at her. Your shoes make a soft crunch against the road as you do so. 

She pushes the pane up and locks it in place before sitting down on the sill. Her feet dangle outside of it, hovering a couple feet above the metal landing of the fire escape. So many tears shine in her eyes that you can see them glistening from where you are. 

A heavy sigh falls from her lips, shuddered and poignant. Your chest aches at the sound - literally - and you bring a hand up to your heart to try to rub it away. 

"Hey, baby. It's me again," she says quietly, taking something from the desk that sits next to her, just inside the room. You step closer again, only to find that she's holding a picture.

A framed picture, so be precise, of the two of you. It was taken on your four year anniversary, just three months ago. You remember how much she cherishes that photo. 

Her head hangs defeatedly as she runs a finger over the curve of your jaw, a whole new batch of tears brimming. She sniffles, and you shut your eyes, whispering a quiet wish to be up there with her. 

When you open them again, you find that you are. 

How the hell that had just happened, you have no clue. This new way of life will definitely take some getting used to, but you can find out how to navigate it later. For now, you conceal your shock; you want to be here for Jennie in any way you can. 

Now on the landing in front of her, your fingers curl around the railing. She holds all of your attention and she doesn't even know it. 

"I really miss you," she sobs, her voice hoarse from all the crying she's been doing, and turns to bury her face in the crook of her elbow. Her body jumps and twitches as her erratic breathing intensifies, breaking your heart even more. 

A couple minutes pass before she's calmed down enough to talk again. 

"The girls have been checking up on me everyday," she says, and you're relieved. You've been worried sick. 

"They miss you, too. I saw Jisoo cry for the second time in my life yesterday. We were talking about you when it started, and then she told me about a present she never got to give to you. I guess she had planned to bring it over on her next day off of work, but you…" she trails off, and you know what she means. 

You died before Jisoo could give it to you. 

Clearly Jennie can't even bring herself to say that you died. She's nowhere close to closure. 

You set your jaw and step forward, getting a better look at her. Her nose is a bright shade of red, her clothes are mussed and disheveled, and you can practically see a dark cloud hanging over her. The area under her eyes is adorned with dark circles -- evidence of the sleep she's lost since you left. 

Your eyes drift down her body and eventually land on her watch. Wanting to test something, you tap its surface and hope that you're capable of turning it on.

Sure enough, you are. 

Jennie glances down at it, just like you. She probably thinks she got a notification.

When you look at the date and time displayed there, you realize just how long you've been gone. 

2 weeks.

That's simultaneously surprising and… expected. When you met Aniela, it felt like a mere few seconds after your death. But when you entered the city again, you could feel that it had begun to grow and continue on without you. Its energy has begun to shift to something new that you haven't been here to witness. 

It's an odd thing, but it's undeniable. 

"Lisa and Rosie are just as bad," she starts up again, turning herself sideways in the window and tucking her legs in close to her chest. "And your family-- God… telling them what happened was terrible." 

A frown hangs heavy on your face at the thought of that. You're not sure if you're able to visit anyone else since you chose Jennie as your Kulmis. 

"But I'm barely hanging on, Y/N." 

Your head snaps up at that. 

"I don't feel like eating or doing anything… this is awful," she sets the picture in her lap and covers her face, allowing her head to push back against the wall. Her muffled cries bleed out into the night air, echoing among the quiet. 

"I've barely gotten out of bed these past few days. I thought things would get a little easier after your funeral, but it's only been harder." Her voice is haunting, filled with unprocessed grief. 

You can't take it anymore. Seeing her so broken is doing the same to you. 

You step forward and pull yourself up into the window. Your legs straddle either side of it as you settle down, and you move to touch her. 

Maybe, since you can manipulate things, she'll be able to sense your presence at the very least.

When your palm makes contact with her knee, you can barely feel her. If you push too hard, your hand goes right through her. 

Keeping this in mind, you scoot forward and wrap your arms around her, but just barely. Your hold is loose, but it holds all the love and comfort that you have to give to her. 

"I love you," you say, wanting to cry right along with her. You close your eyes as your heart makes a wish.

"Help her feel me, Aniela. Please. Let her know I'm here with her." 

You press into her a little more when suddenly your body begins to hum. It's gentle but consistent, and you have no choice but to just let it happen. 

Once it subsides, you pull away slightly. 

Jennie's attention is caught by something outside, on the roof of the next building over, and you follow her line of sight to discover what it is. 

An owl. (Thanks to an online quiz you once did with her for fun, you found that your "spirit animal" is that exact type of owl. Hers is a cat.)

Go figure. 

She laughs lightly through her tears, shaking her head. 

A few seconds later, she speaks. "Thanks for checking in, baby. I'll try to rest now." 

You step out onto the landing as she climbs back into the room, parting ways yet again. She sends a whispered I love you up to the stars before shutting the window behind herself, and you lean back against the railing with a sigh. 

This is going to be daunting. 

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Five Days Later

You've fallen into a sort of rhythm with Jennie over the past few days: you watch over her while she works, and spend the evenings with her out on the window. She apologizes for new regrets each time, declares her love and pain, confesses things she wanted to tell you… she talks like you're really there with her, and you're thankful for that. 

You're hoping that the whole process of it is helping her heal. 

You've sent her as many signs of your presence as Aniela is capable of helping you with, and you've manipulated things to brighten her day. 

Sometimes you'll subtly pull the curtain back when you sense that she's getting chilly and allow the warm sunlight to reach her skin. 

Other times, if she's misplaced something, you'll find it and put it somewhere easy for her to discover. You always love seeing her celebrate when she locates it, and Aniela can sense it too. She's awarded a moment of happiness -- something she can't get enough of right now. 

But one day, this whole routine came crashing down, crumbling in upon itself like a house of cards. All at once, with one phone call, Jennie's progress was stripped away from her.

It was from an insurance company that hadn't caught wind of your death yet, and Jennie was forced to relay the details for their report so she could close the account. 

The seemingly insignificant interaction proved devastating, though, as she grew emotional on the telephone. You held her from behind, telling her to stay strong with every ounce of energy you possessed. She managed to make it through, but she retreated back into herself when it was over. 

Her bedroom became her haven, and you pulled her in as close as you could as she cried. 

That night, she didn't go out to the window. She stayed in bed, rolled amongst the sheets, as she entered into a cycle of crying and sleeping. The tears only stopped when she was unconscious, and her body used that time to refill its reserves, evidently. 

A haze settled over her; a fog in her mind, blurring any sense of when one ended and the other began. It was an incessant, gut wrenching despair that you were helpless in stopping.

All night -- well into the AM, really -- she sobbed. The call had reopened wounds that were just beginning to heal, and it's always then that it hurts the most. Old wounds are tougher, a little more resilient. But new ones lack even the idea of that. 

She was left in a renewed state of sorrow, now, and you could do nothing but watch. You feared that sending her a sign would throw her over the edge or make her more upset, so you refrained. 

And, darkly, you didn't really know what kind of headspace she was in at that point. Her doctor had given her some antidepressants and sleeping pills to cope with your death, and she'd been eyeing them from time to time. Her body ached for release, for the tension to be relieved; but you stayed by her side and did your best to fight her demons with her. 

You'd never forgive yourself if she did something like that on your watch. 

When she had fallen asleep on that sixth night, you stepped outside to get some air. You could feel that same, ominous chill you first felt when you arrived, and it did nothing to comfort you. 

It felt like a warning sign, and you knew then that you had to reach out for guidance. 

"This isn't working, Aniela. She's getting worse now." 

In the In-Between, Aniela was filling out some forms before her next meeting commenced. She'd be discussing the endeavors of all of her spirits and how their Kulmis are doing. Including you and Jennie. 

She finished writing something down on the sheet in front of her before responding. 

"Is there anything you used to do to calm her down?" She suggested, thinking. 

"Nothing that I haven't already tried; we've exhausted our options." You shook your head. "But there has to be something else." 

She took a deep breath, considering every tool she had at her disposal. Spirit guides are strictly prohibited from interfering with human life in any way, seeing as how it can alter the course of nature and affect other people's futures as well. But what she could do, what she knew was a potential option, required approval from her boss. 

She replayed the memories of your interactions with Jennie, remembering how hard you'd been trying to help her obtain the closure that she needs. She's watched every meeting you've had with her, and your effort has been clear every time. 

She knew what she had to do. 

"Y/N, I'll contact you again in about two hours. I have a meeting with my boss, but I have a plan to help you and Jennie. I'll do my best to make it work. Just give me that time." 

"Alright, Aniela. Thank you."

With that you settled at the end of Jennie's bed, tissues and water on hand for when she would eventually wake up. 

*******

Two Hours Later

Likely from your lack of available energy, you fell asleep. The time was needed to recharge your powers, if you want to call them that, and you awoke feeling a little lighter. 

Now, you're communicating with Aniela again as Jennie sluggishly fixes some instant ramen for herself in the kitchen. 

Glimmers of moonlight flit into the apartment through the blinds of the living room window, but the majority of the space around you is dark. The kitchen light above Jennie is on, though, showering her in a soft golden hue.

"I talked things over with my boss, and she's allowing me to commit a Code Green for one night only." Aniela says.

"Code Green? You ask, curious but willing to accept any help you can get.

"She's witnessed your efforts, and she doesn't want Jennie to join us anytime soon. So she's letting me make you visible for one night." 

You stop the pacing you had been doing, and Kuma tilts his head at you from his bed. 

"You can do that?" You're in disbelief. 

"Only under extreme circumstances -- which my boss has deemed this as such." 

"So I'll be like a human, basically?" 

She shrugs, though you can't see it. "More or less." 

"Are you sure she won't have a heart attack or something?" You ask, not wanting to be the reason that Jennie ends up like you. 

Aniela grins at your innocent question, putting her fingers against her lips to stifle a laugh. "I don't think that'll happen. She might pass out, though, so be sure to catch her." She teases, hoping to lighten the mood some. 

"I don't know how to properly thank you," you confess softly, sincerity riding the tones of your voice. 

"You don't need to. I already know, Y/N/N." 

She feels a sense of accomplishment at what she managed to pull off. Convincing her boss took some serious effort, but she'd do it a million times over to ensure that you and Jennie both get the happy ending you deserve. 

She's seen more than enough suffering in her many years as a guide. 

"Just get in position again and leave the rest to me." 

You listen, putting your hand over your heart and closing your eyes. 

"This will wear off in 12 hours, so spend them wisely. We'll talk again then," she explains. 

You nod and thank her again before the transformation begins.

***

A million, tiny pricks all jab into your body at once, but the feeling is over before you can even make a sound of discomfort. You look around, finding that you're right where you were before. 

Kuma barks a few times when you lock eyes with him, his tail beginning to wag as he stands up. But you hold a finger up to your lips as your eyes go wide, silently begging him to be quiet. 

Jennie sends out a half-hearted response for him to do the same, and he listens...

For a minute.

She brings the heat down to simmer as she shuffles to the cabinet to grab a bowl, and you hold your breath. 

Should you hide? 

She doesn't notice you, thankfully, and she returns to her food. A handful of seared chicken is quickly shredded, and she puts it in the bottom of the bowl. Next, she turns the burner off and drains some of the water from her noodles. 

When she moves back towards her bowl, you notice that she's wearing the cat slippers that you bought her for her birthday. 

You smile bittersweetly, and Kuma notices. 

In a span of 30 seconds, just about everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong.

Kuma barks again, but this time he doesn't heed Jennie's command for him to quiet down. He leaves his bed and approaches you in a flurry of moving fur, and jumps into your arms. You catch him, causing Jennie to turn around to see what's going on. 

She locks eyes with you, and in an instant she's on the floor. 

"Told you so," Aniela chuckles.

You panic and shout a curse before plopping Kuma back down and running to her. 

You waste no time in carrying her over to the couch and propping her feet up to help her recover faster. You rush back to the sink and wet a rag before returning to her side. 

"Shit, Jennie," you tut, wiping her face and neck down. "I didn't mean to scare you." 

She groans after a minute and begins to stir, thanks to your careful ministrations. 

"Am I dead?" She asks, voice small as she peeks an eye open before quickly closing it again. 

"No," you laugh, smiling. You've missed her. 

"Then how…" she asks, opening her eyes to look at you. Her hand cups your cheek, feeling your soft skin against her palm again. Tears brim her eyes instantly; her lip quivers. 

"I'm dreaming." She tells herself, let down. 

"No, you aren't," you assure her, brushing her hair out of her face. "This is a long story," you say, motioning to yourself, "but I'm ready to tell it all." 

She nods, still woozy and 85% sure that this is some cruel fever dream that her mind has concocted, but she sits up nonetheless. Even if it is a dream, she doesn't think it can make her sadder than she already is.

You sit down beside her and tell her everything you've experienced since your death. Of course, you omit the harsher details, wanting more than anything to spare her and blind her from a little bit of reality. 

In turn, she asks questions and attempts to wrap her brain around all of the info you give, just as you had done before. 

In half an hour, you're finished.

Her hands reach out to hold you, and you offer your body to her willingly, slotting yourself against her when she pulls you in. Your legs wrap around her waist, and your arms hang loosely around her neck. 

"I've missed you so much," she frowns, looking down at your lap.

"I know, baby; I've seen it all, and I've been right by your side. Could you feel me?" You try not to sound too hopeful, just in case she says no. 

"I think so, yeah," she says, looking into your eyes. "I felt a little colder, sometimes, when I thought about you. The atmosphere felt a little different, too; like I wasn't alone." 

Your shoulders relax some, a little tension vanishing. 

"I'm glad, jagi." You bring a hand to caress her cheek like you've done a million times before, but it seems to strike a nerve. 

Barely-dormant tears now brim again, threatening to spill at any second.

"If I had just given the guy my purse, you'd still be here right now." She laments, blaming herself again. 

"Stop, baby. Don't think like that," you soothe, wiping her tears away. "We have no idea what would've happened then, and getting caught up on the what-ifs isn't going to solve anything. None of what happened is your fault." 

Her brown eyes shimmer as she looks at you. Even now, she's beautiful in every way.

"Even knowing what I know now, I'd do what I did all over again to keep you safe. You have to stop blaming yourself, Jen." 

Her hands subconsciously tighten in the material of your shirt, where they rest against your back. 

"You have to let go of all this pain and regret," you command softly, letting your eyes track all over her face. You'll never get tired of seeing her. "I'm not asking you to forget about me or be okay with what happened, but I need you to accept it and start moving forward."

"All this grief you feel," you say, putting a hand over her heart, "is love that has no place to go. Please don't waste it on this; use it to make all kinds of happy memories in this lifetime. Live every second you've got left to the fullest, and tell me about all of it when we meet again."

Some tears fall from your eyes now as well, and you're a bit shocked; you hadn't expected to have that ability. 

Jennie dries them with her thumbs before holding your face in her hands. You melt into her touch, missing her simple embrace more than words can express. 

"I have no idea how I'm going to do this without you, Y/N, but I'll try; okay? I'll do all the things we wanted to and probably cry the whole time. I'll order new foods at our favorite restaurants and wonder if you'd have liked them. And I'll ache at every new thing I discover about myself that I want to share with you. I'll do it because I love you; not because I think it'll be easy." 

"That's more than enough for me, baby. I just need you to take care of yourself, and ask for help when you need it. You know the girls will always be there for you, and our families are just a call away. Don't let this pain win, okay?" You ask, more tears brimming. 

"Don't let my life culminate with my death. We had too many good times for that one moment to speak for me. I'm not my death, Jennie," you assure her, hoping your message resonates. 

"I'm every kiss we ever shared. Every hug and apology that I ever spoke. Every laugh, every shout, and every single minute I spent on Earth. Remember me like that, okay?" 

She falls into your arms before another sob wracks through her, overcome with emotion; you rub her back and hold her tight. Your shirt grows wet from her tears, sticking to you; but you welcome the sensation. It serves as evidence that you're really here right now, and that this isn't just a figment of your imagination. 

Her nails dig into the skin of your back as she cries, but you don't mind. You stay like that until her breathing evens out some, on its way to reaching normalcy.

"How long can you stay?" She sniffles, getting the question out after a minute or two.

"For the night." You glance at the clock on the coffee table. "About 11 hours now, to be exact." 

She nods against your shoulder, not letting you go. "Then can we cuddle for a while? I need you to hold me like before again." 

"Of course, my love." Your hands fall to her thighs, slipping beneath them as you stand up and hoist her into your arms. Your hold is strong and steady, just like always, and she sinks into it as you carry her to the bedroom. She can still smell your perfume on your neck (courtesy of Aniela's workings), and she's comforted by that. 

Your lips brush against her temple. "I'll heat up your food for you in a little while, okay? We've gotta make sure you eat well." 

Her voice is soft as she speaks her reply: "Okay, baby." She settles into your body a little more, and her hair falls across your shoulder in the process. 

You shut the bedroom door with your foot before laying her down on the bed, where she remains wrapped around you. Neither of you move for a while; you lay on your back with her in your arms, legs entangled. Your hands roam up and down her back in lazy patterns until she loosens her grip a little, sleep beginning to weigh on her exhausted body.

You roll over and ease her onto the mattress, careful not to disturb her. She hums slightly in response, pressing herself into the comforter.

Your angel, so precious and mild, is finally making some progress. Her swollen features are beginning to return to normal, and their redness is lightening. 

She reaches for you and you slide in next to her without question.

"Kiss me," she requests, her eyes still closed. 

You smile before leaning in, feeling her do the same as your lips meet. It's soft and slow; an intimate pace set. She takes her time, reveling in the ways that you respond to her and finding solace in your touch. Every second like this with you is a blessing, and she wants to make them count.

So, she pulls you a little closer. Kisses you a little harder. And pushes away the reality of your impending departure. 

You have the next few hours to do whatever you want with, and she thanks her lucky stars for that gift. You'll make memories to last a lifetime, if you have to.

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The In-Between

Hours later, you wind up back in what you now know as Aniela's office. 

She opens the door and smiles, greeting you. Her heels click against the pristine floor, announcing her path to her desk with each footfall; but you stand up and stop her before she can make it there. 

Your arms wrap around her in a gracious hug, tightening when she reciprocates the gesture. 

"What's this for?" She asks, slightly taken aback.

"Everything. You've done more for me than I ever could have imagined. Thank you."

She rubs your back and presses her cheek to your head, appreciating the sudden show of affection more than you even realize. She can't remember the last time she had a proper hug.

"Seeing you happy makes it worth it, Y/N. I'm glad it all worked out." 

She pulls away, smiling at you.

You nod, agreeing as you join her at the desk. 

"What did you two do anyway?" She plays, quirking an inquisitive brow.

You smile to yourself, blushing at the memories. "I'd prefer not to say." 

She surrenders, raising her hands humorously. "I understand. I might barf if I heard it anyway," she covers her mouth, pretending to gag.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, laughing.

You trade a few more jokes while she fills out a piece of paperwork. 

"Damn," you say, peeking at it. "The afterlife sure does have a lot of this." 

"No, this is all so you can get into the afterlife. The storm before the calm," she corrects. 

"Touché." 

She signs her name at the bottom before turning it around to you. She outstretches a pen directly after. 

"Just sign at the bottom whenever you're ready. I'll be sending you over after this."

You nod singularly, feeling a bit sad all of a sudden. You've grown fond of Aniela since meeting her, and the unknown that lies before you is still scary, no matter how much comfort she tries to provide. 

The prospect of leaving Jennie for good doesn't make things any easier, either. 

"I know it's upsetting, Y/N/N," she mitigates, putting a hand on top of yours. "But you deserve this peace. Saying goodbye to all of this is never easy, but you'll be happy there, too, in ways you couldn't be here. I promise."

"I'm just gonna miss this." 

"I know. And everyone and everything will miss you as well. Including me," she adds softly, squeezing your hand.

"But you won't be forgotten here, and if fate decides for all of us to meet again, we will. Things will fall into place in time. You just have to be patient." 

"Alright," you sigh, releasing your worries for the universe to deal with. You sign your name and stand, giving Aniela another warm hug. 

"Be well, Y/N/N. I've loved knowing you." 

Those are the last words you hear before leaving her arms and crossing over into the afterlife. 

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♡  Bonus ♡

The Next Life, Years Later

Los Angeles, CA -- 10:24 AM

For once in the many years of California's history, traffic is actually moving quickly. 

It's not backed up, somehow, and Jennie is convinced that the darker workings of the universe are pulling some strings to make that happen. 

Why is that a bad thing, you ask?

Because despite the effort that Jennie's short legs are putting into each and every pump they make against the sidewalk, her pursuit of the city bus is proving fruitless. It speeds off faster than she's ever seen in go, and she curses into the wind before eventually giving up. 

She clutches her side, breathing quickly and wincing when she turns, getting an eye full of the blinding summer sun. 

Her feet ache. It's a wonder she didn't break a heel. 

*beep beep*

The sound draws her attention, having made her jump slightly. She also mentally curses the universe for making her so easily scareable. 

"Need a ride, love?" Someone asks, grinning from the seat of their moped. They're a few feet in front of her, idle in the bike lane next to the sidewalk as they reach for their helmet.

Her eyes find their way to the other person's as she approaches them, and she tilts her head curiously. A strange sensation courses through her, traveling from her heart outward and trickling down to her fingertips. 

After a few seconds, it dons on her.

"It's you," she says breathlessly, her eyes gaining a new glow.

You smile that same smile that made her fall in love with you all those years ago. "I've been waiting." 

Memories light up both of your minds at the sight of one another. They span across all of your different lifetimes together; tens of hellos, all kinds of first kisses, sad goodbyes, and even growing old together… they all intermingle, blending to become the story of you.

She surprises you when she leans in to kiss you, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt. You hold her close and return it, unable to fight the grin on your lips.

"Psst," a nearby voice later alerts, getting your attention. "Are you coming or not?" 

You turn to look towards the source of the noise.

Standing in the middle of the intersection, the traffic director tilts her head. Her curls flutter in the breeze, their luscious color showing …. Just like someone else's you know. 

"There's a line starting behind you." She nudges her head into the air, motioning behind you.

"Aniela?" No way...

She winks at you, nodding as a smile of her own grows across her face. She's more than happy to see you.

"Yeah," you answer her question, feeling content. "We'll get going." 

You peek up at Jennie, finding her already slipping your passenger helmet over her head. She peers down at you, asking how it looks.

Her cheeks are squished by the sides of it, making her look even more adorable. Quickly, you settle the clear shield into place and assure her that she's never looked better. 

She climbs onto the seat behind you, clasping her hands together in front of your abdomen. 

"Let's go, baby." 

You rev the sad little engine, laughing with her at the sound. As you take off past Aniela, you hold a hand out.

She returns the high five and waves, watching the two of you head off in hopes of getting Jennie to work on time. 

Mission accomplished, she whispers.

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(A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves 💜)