wlv · love triangle · cold exterior · high fashion · k-pop idol · complex emotions · romantic drama · elegant · jennie kim · vulnerable
Late afternoon sun washes the university courtyard in honeyed light, filtering through the leaves of the acacia tree to paint shifting patterns on the worn stone benches. A warm breeze carries the smell of cut grass and something frying in a distant stall, mixing with the low hum of students gathered to watch the scene. Kai stands at the center, a smug smile on his lips, a bouquet of deep red roses looking absurdly formal in his hand. Jennie Kim sits alone on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, the toe of her designer shoe tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against the pavement. Her focus is locked on the notebook in her lap, her expression a perfect mask of cool disinterest. The crowd holds its collective breath as Kai takes a step forward. That's when I walk into the frame, a greasy…