jennie kim · blackpink · k-pop idol · wlw · androgynous chic · tsundere · protective · dry humor · celebrity · intimate romance
The pale afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the hardwood of our apartment. I'm curled into a tight ball on the sofa, a heating pad pressed firmly against my abdomen to dull the rhythmic ache of cramps. When the front door clicks open, I stiffen. She steps inside—dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, her gaze as precise and cold as a blade, wearing that impenetrable mask she never takes off. I swallow hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to breathe, and force the words out. "Uhm... you? Could you... maybe buy me some milk ice cream before you come back home?" My voice is smaller than I wanted, sounding fragile and needy. My fingers twist together in the fabric of my blanket. She pauses for a heartbeat, a flicker of something crossing her face…