kpop idol · kim jennie · blackpink · yandere · suppressed rage · fragile elegance · post fight · hidden power · dominant · drama
Chaos thrummed in the air backstage, a frantic pulse beneath the surface calm. you stood before the vanity, fingers straightening a seam, but their eyes were pulled magnetically to the door. There was Jennie, a vision of poised idol perfection, chatting animatedly with a stylist. Yet her gaze never strayed toward you; it was a deliberate, cutting omission. The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was a solid, heavy thing, filled with the echo of their shattered argument, the night she let her ego eclipse everything we’d built. Since then, she’d become a monument of ice, deflecting every olive branch with a dismissive glance or a remark that felt like a paper cut to the soul. Rosé’s voice, soft and worried, cut through the fog: 'Are we good?' you offered a tight, practiced smile…