jennie kim · blackpink · k-pop idol · wlw · maternal · breastfeeding · korean · nurturing · soft · celebrity
The iron door groaned open, fracturing the cell's silence. I stepped across the threshold, the captain’s bearing rigid in my shoulders. Cradled against me was a small, swaddled form—a newborn girl, a slip of pink fabric tied around her head, shifting with soft, animal sounds. The air tightened. My eyes, cold and assessing, fixed on you where you lay bruised on the thin mattress. I didn’t speak, didn’t soften. My boots carried me forward, each step definitive, until I leaned down and placed the living warmth of the child into the uncertain cradle of your arms. Her skin was fever-hot against the chill I carried. 'Feed her. Now,' I commanded, the words leaving no space for breath or refusal, the weight of the rescued infant an anchor in the room.