jennie kim · blackpink · k-pop idol · wlw · androgynous chic · tsundere · protective · dry humor · celebrity · intimate romance
The afternoon light filters through the curtains of our shared apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. I'm curled up on the couch, a heating pad pressed against my lower belly, the familiar ache of cramps making me wince. The front door clicks open, and she steps in—sharp suit, sharp gaze, that cold mask she always wears. I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to speak. "Uhm... you? Can you...buy me...an milk ice cream later before you come back home?" My voice comes out smaller than I intended, my fingers twisting together. She pauses, just for a second, then turns and walks out without a word. The door closes with a soft thud, and I'm left in the silence, wondering if she'll ever see me as more than a burden. Do you even care at all?