#blackpink fic

[fizzydrink698]

passenger | jennie

kinktober day 3: car sex

pairing: kim jennie x female reader

word-count: 5.2k

genre: romance, fluffy smut

warnings: swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, the inherent awkward manoeuvring of car sex, some real fuzzy emotions

summary:

Settling herself down into the space next to you, she draped the blanket over the two of you, shifting closer ever so slightly when it proved not quite big enough to cover you both easily.

…You know, if you’d had to guess where this night would take you, snuggling up with Kim Jennie under a blanket wouldn’t exactly be your first thought.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Those were Jennie’s first words when she got into your car, her expression cold as she tried to manoeuvre her dress skirts inside so that she could close the car door without trapping them.

Amazingly, despite the rain beginning to pour down outside, she looked incredibly put-together. You’d only really met her a few times – maybe enough to count on two hands – but she always seemed so chic and well-dressed. Designer clothes, perfect hair, and just that…like, aura of elegance.

You didn’t know Jennie particularly well, but when you got the call just after midnight from Rosé that Jennie needed a lift home and the situation was, quote, “really not good”, you didn’t hesitate to make the hour-long journey to her.

You had expected her to be at some kind of house party, or some kind of typical date location – like a restaurant, or something. Not a black-tie gala hosted at a hotel so grand and towering that it made your eyes water just to look at it.

Still, you knew Jennie ran in slightly different circles from you and Rosé. Maybe this was a typical Friday night for her.

You didn’t hesitate to start driving, pulling out of the hotel courtyard with as much speed as you could get away with – but you couldn’t deny the vague flicker of unease in your gut.

“Bad night?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the road.

Jennie didn’t reply.

You continued, trying to keep your voice light. “Like, ‘the food was gross and my foot got stepped on’ bad, or…you know, ‘police report’ bad?”

Jennie sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “Just…people being assholes. No laws broken, I just…didn’t want to be there anymore.”

Slightly reassured, you let the subject drop and continued to drive on in silence.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jennie rummage through her clutch purse, draw out her phone – and promptly sigh. “Do you have a phone charger port in here?”

Phone charger port? Your car still had a tape deck. Phone charger ports were a little beyond your budget.

“No, sorry,” you said, glancing over at her. “Do you need one?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you realised how dumb they were – a realisation only compounded by Jennie’s slow blink at you as she held her dead phone.

“…That was a stupid question,” you mumbled, turning back to the road.

Jennie had the grace not to respond verbally, but her facial expression was enough.

You made the resolution there and then that, for your own pride, it was probably best to keep your mouth shut in front of the pretty girl for the rest of the journey.

That resolution lasted all of twenty-five minutes, ending dramatically when you found yourself stuck on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere and your back wheels stuck over half a foot deep in mud.

You stood there, outside, staring at the wheels in disbelief as rain just bucketed down from the heavens and drenched you. You barely felt it, a little numb with shock and the pervasive thought of just…what the fuck?

You’d tried everything, but there was no way you were getting out of this without a tow.

Reluctantly, you looked back towards the front of the car – where you could just about see the silhouette of Jennie in the passenger seat, her body turned and leaning over the seat to look back at you.

Shit. This was not your night.

Well, to be fair, it was definitely not her night either.

Putting on a brave face, you squared your shoulders and headed back to the driver’s side, pulling open the car door and wincing slightly as your soaked clothes made contact with the fabric seat.

“Uh, so the car is like stuck in that mud,” you explained, trying your best to keep your voice light. You grabbed your phone from where it had been resting in your cupholder, giving you something to look at that wasn’t Jennie’s face. “We’re going to need a tow truck, I think, so let me just…”

With such a – and you say this lovingly – heap of junk for a car, you had the good sense to save the number of a roadside assistance company in your contacts.

That good sense was wasted, however, when you tried to dial the number and were immediately met with a ‘call failed’ message.

No service.

Of course.

“OK,” you said, lifting your phone up as high as it could go and trying to call again, just in case – but to no avail. “There’s no signal here. I can try walking around when the rain stops to find some, and–”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Jennie pointed out. “There’s not going to be signal for, like, miles around. And…”

She trailed off, attention turning towards the window. Without your car’s headlights, you knew it would be completely pitch-black outside. You briefly imagined trying to stumble around in the middle of the night, the ground still slick with rainwater and mud, and your stomach immediately knotted with dread.

Jennie sighed. “Wait until morning, at least.”

Morning?

Morning was still several hours away, which was a very long time to be stuck in a car with someone you barely knew.

To make matters worse, you were starting to shiver. Your wet clothes were clinging to your skin, growing colder and colder with every passing minute. There was a spare change of workout clothes in the gym bag on your backseat, but there was a very obvious problem with changing clothes right now.

“You look freezing,” Jennie noted, eyebrows raised as you tried not to visibly shudder from the cold in front of her. “Is there, like, anything in this car that you can use to dry off?”

“I mean, I’ve got…I’ve got some other clothes,” you admitted, jabbing a thumb towards the bag behind you.

“Maybe you should put those on, before you get pneumonia.”

“I mean, I can, but are you OK with…I mean, I should probably make sure that you’re–”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Believe it or not, I’m capable of turning around while you’re getting changed.”

You wanted so badly to defend your reluctance, to press your argument further, but you managed to bite your tongue. You awkwardly clambered over the centre console and through the gap between the front seats towards the back, thankfully managing to avoid contact with Jennie as you did so.

With one last glance towards Jennie, just to make sure she was fine with this and facing the other way, you began to peel off your wet t-shirt.

Aware that undressing in complete silence – especially when that undressing involved a long, protracted struggle with wet clothing – would be horrifically awkward, you cleared your throat and tried to make conversation. “So, what’s up with the big fancy party in the middle of nowhere?”

“It was this fundraiser thing. Work-related,” Jennie explained. “One of our biggest donors owns that hotel, and they offered to host. What about you?”

You paused, one arm out of your shirt, confused. “What about me?”

“What were you doing around here, if you were close enough to give me a ride back to the city?”

“Uh…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. “I wasn’t?”

“What? You were at home?” Jennie asked, her tone incredulous.

“Yeah?”

She paused, seemingly at a loss for words. “That’s…wait, how far is that? An hour away?”

You didn’t know how to answer that. What should you have done? Downplay it?

You watched Jennie tilt her head, and when she spoke again, her voice was a little softer. “…Rosé said you were nice.”

Your face warmed, unused to compliments. You stalled for a second by taking off your shirt entirely, tossing it onto the driver’s seat. Reaching for the dry t-shirt in your gym bag, you managed to reply with a shrug. “Yeah, I like to think I am, I guess.”

“Maybe too nice,” Jennie pointed out. It wasn’t accusatory, not at all, but it was almost like a warning. Like a piece of advice.

You thought this over, putting on the t-shirt. “…Nah. I’m the perfect amount of nice. Everyone else should step up and get on my level.”

To your surprise, Jennie laughed. Kind of. Her version of a laugh was apparently a soft exhale through her nose, but you caught the way her cheekbones lifted for the briefest of smiles.

You cringed at the feeling of peeling off your wet jeans, throwing them away to join your shirt on the driver’s seat, and pulled on the thick, comfy pair of sweatpants instead. They were a little worn, maybe, but so soft. After suffering in those soaked clothes, they felt like heaven.

Now that you had solved the wet clothes issue, you took a moment to assess the situation the two of you had found yourselves in.

Staying the night in a car was not exactly ideal. The biggest concern was security, but in this regard, you were somewhat reassured. Your car might have been ancient, but it was big and sturdy, with strong thick windows you could barely see out of, let alone into. Nothing was getting in.

The next biggest concern, and one in which the solution was less obvious, was how the fuck you were going to stay warm. You couldn’t keep your engine running forever, which meant eventually, the heaters were going to have to turn off.

You might have been fine with your new clothes, but Jennie’s dress wasn’t exactly built for cold weather. You looked it over for a moment, how bare it left her arms, her shoulders, her delicate collarbones. She’d probably get so cold, even if she did look…

An idea suddenly came to you, and after a second of rummaging around in the dimness of the overhead light, you found what you were looking for, folded up and hidden away in one of the footwells. “Hey, Jennie?”

She turned around, eyes dropping for a second to note your new clothes, before bringing them back up to your face. “Yeah?”

“You want a blanket?” You asked, grabbing the item in question and extending it to her.

Her gaze shifted towards the blanket, brow furrowing. “You have a blanket in your car?”

“Yeah, it’s from…” you paused, debating whether it was worth telling the whole story, and decided you might as well. “I went on this star-gazing date thing with this girl who was super into astronomy a few weeks ago. The date kinda fizzled out, but the views were nice and the blanket was warm. I just forgot to take it out of my car.”

“Oh,” Jennie murmured, pausing for a second. Then, she reached for the blanket, taking it and drawing it over her shoulders. It was big enough that she could bundle herself within it, and you couldn’t help but smile as she took a moment to do just that, her hands pulling it tight around her.

It was…honestly, kind of cute, which was something you definitely didn’t expect to come from someone as cool and sophisticated as Jennie.

“It should be nice and warm,” you said, brightly. “It’s super thick.”

“Yeah, it’s fluffy,” Jennie murmured, almost to herself.

“I just figured you’d need it. I’m going to turn the engine off soon, so it’s going to be freezing in here.”

Jennie looked over at you. “Wait, do you have a blanket too?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, with a shrug.

Jennie made a face. “Again, like I said, you’re too nice. This is your car, and your blanket, and you’re going to spend the whole night freezing here without it. Stop inconveniencing yourself just for others.”

You frowned. “It’s not an inconvenience, you just need it more than I do.”

“Your hair’s still wet.”

“You’re wearing spaghetti straps.”

“Fine, we’ll just share the blanket then,” Jennie declared with a huff, like it was no big deal. Before you could even react, she was already tossing the blanket onto the backseat. “Do you want me to turn the engine off now? It’s already been running for ages.”

You blinked, still thrown by this sudden news of blanket-sharing. “Uh…yeah, I guess?”

You watched her lean over and turn off the ignition, retrieving your keys easily. The car engine, once a comforting steady hum of background noise, fell silent, as did your heaters.

Now, there was a strange air of quiet as Jennie made her way through the gap to join you on the backseat – and how the hell did she manage to make the journey over the centre console look that smooth?

Settling herself down into the space next to you, she draped the blanket over the two of you, shifting closer ever so slightly when it proved not quite big enough to cover you both easily.

…You know, if you’d had to guess where this night would take you, snuggling up with Kim Jennie under a blanket wouldn’t exactly be your first thought.

You weren’t quite touching, but you could feel her warmth, the unmistakable sign of just how close she was, just almost within reach.

You cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts before they wandered into more dangerous territory. “So, I don’t think I’ve ever heard how you and Rosé became friends?”

The corner of Jennie’s lip turned upwards into a half-smile. She reached up to her artfully arranged hairdo, began to carefully remove the hairpins holding it together, and talked as she did so. “We went to high school together. I only joined halfway through the year, and my English still kind of sucked. She…took me under her wing, I guess.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Yeah. She’s always been great with things like that. With people,” Jennie said, before looking down at the blanket, and she shrugged one shoulder. “And I’ve just always been the bitch.”

You jerked upwards a little, affronted on her behalf. “I’ve never thought you were a bitch, Jennie.”

She removed another hairpin, and made a thoroughly unconvinced noise. “Pfft.”

“I haven’t!”

“Yeah, well…” she paused, eyeing you for a moment. “There’s not exactly many of you.”

“Well, screw what everyone else thinks,” you said, unable to stop yourself from raising your voice just a little. “They didn’t see you at Pride.”

“Pride?”

“Yeah,” you said. You remembered it clearly, even now, two years later. It was Rosé’s first time going to Pride after coming out, and she was so nervous. And then Jennie had turned up, sunglasses on and stone-faced - with a little Etsy-sourced handmade ally flag pin on the lapel of her Chanel jacket, and waving a pocket-sized rainbow flag in solidarity. “That’s always what I think about when I think of you. How good of a friend you were to Rosé that day.”

Jennie blinked at you, her face completely slack with surprise. You felt your stomach drop just a little, and you couldn’t tell if you’d said something wrong, or if maybe you’d said something perfectly right.

After a long moment, Jennie turned away, frowning. “…You really are too nice.”

You sighed, leaning back against the seat. On a whim, you shuffle just the tiniest bit closer, just so you can properly envelop yourself within this blanket. “I’m really not. I shouldn’t be, anyway.”

Jennie didn’t reply to that. Instead, she looked up at the roof of the car, and you pretended that you didn’t notice the brief second she bit her lip in thought. “So, I’ve never really asked, but…are you and Rosé a thing?”

You were caught off-guard by this question, but not by much. This wasn’t the first time you’d been asked something along these lines, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. “Nope. Just friends.”

“OK. And are you going to stay just friends?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you remarked.

“It’s just…I figured that since you both like girls, and you’re really close…”

Jenny might have trailed off, but you could catch the gist of the sentence pretty easily – and you were determined to give a definitive answer to such an open-ended question. “

“No. She’s great, I love her but…you know, you don’t have to be into someone to love them. It’s like your dude friends, right? They like girls but that doesn’t mean they want to bang?”

Jennie’s expression faltered, and for a brief moment, you caught a flicker of emotion in her eye. “I wish.”

Those words were edged with something, and you realised you might have stumbled onto something a little too personal.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” Jennie asked, and you were so startled by the sudden question that for a moment, you forgot all about that fairly obvious change in subject.

“…Yeah. Not many,” you admitted, but you weren’t particularly filled with guilt or shame or anything like that. Just a vague sense of embarrassment for your younger self, but that was pretty standard. “I’m always busy with school and stuff.”

With what was apparently the final hairpin removed, Jennie made quick work of the hair tie keeping her hair in such a perfect bun. Her hair – long, black, smooth, shiny – fell around her face, framing her perfectly. “What’s it like?”

“Um. Nice? I haven’t really dated-dated dudes, but I found that girls usually understood me a little more. The ones I’ve dated anyway. They could pick up all my little emotional tells. Intense, maybe. You can get very attached very quickly.”

“Hmm.”

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Jennie said. She opened her mouth like she was going to say more, closed it quickly, but there was a lingering thoughtfulness in her eyes. Like she was thinking very hard about something.

“What is it?”

“…I think…uh, well, it’s something I’ve…” Jennie sighed, frustrated at her uncharacteristic stumble with words, and tried to simplify it. “Girls are pretty.”

“They are.”

“And…some of them are more than that.”

“Yeah, quite a few.”

“Some of them are…” Jennie trailed off, looking at you. “You know, some are…”

You waited for her to finish her sentence.

She didn’t.

Instead, she leaned forward suddenly, and kissed you square on the mouth.

You barely had time to think, frozen, and she withdrew almost immediately.

“Oh, God,” she lamented, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t even respond, wordless from shock.

Jennie kissed you?

Jennie kissed you.

Jennie – like, Jennie – kissed you.

…Huh.

“You don’t have to apologise,” you said, words slowly coming back to you. “It’s fine.”

She made a face – or, you thought she did, it was hard to tell through her hands – and muttered back. “No, I…I didn’t even ask, at the very fucking least, let alone…ugh.”

She sharply turned away, curling in on herself. Even from this angle, with her back to you, you could tell she was hoping for the ground would swallow her whole.

And still, from the glimpse of her cheek in profile, you thought you could see a blush.

You swallowed, looking down at your hands, trying to seem cool and composed as you shrugged. “You can ask now, if you want.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jennie still. She turned, slowly, fixing you with the wariest of looks. “…What?”

You glanced over to her, trying your best to stay calm despite the way your heart was starting to pound, and repeated. “You can ask now if you want.”

Jennie stared at you for a moment, silent.

And then…

“Can I…” she paused, the pink of her cheeks darkening even more, but she managed to stay strong. “Can I kiss you?”

You swallowed. “Yeah. Yes. Yes, you can.”

She leaned forward – and paused, just for a moment. The briefest moment in which to double-check one’s actions, to decide just what exactly one should do, and to change course if needed. Jennie paused for all that time, and still chose to follow through and kiss you again.

This time, you were ready. You met her halfway, one hand lifting up to cradle Jennie’s face. The kiss was sweet, tender, and when you pulled away to breathe, she chased after you tenaciously to reconnect.

Her lips were soft, full, and you couldn’t help but want to run your tongue along the bottom lip, just a little.

Not yet. Let her adjust, let her get used to….

You felt her hand find your waist under the blanket, and you shivered at the feeling of her fingertips just brushing the sensitive skin below the waistband of your sweatpants.

Taking that as an encouragement to start exploring, you let your hand wander from her cheek to her jaw, to the softness of her hair. You let the little strands wind around your fingers, combing through it, and you murmured against her lips. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, Jennie.”

Jennie didn’t respond in words, but instead by pressing her lips to the soft skin under your jaw. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the seat, and your breath left you shakily.

Her other hand found your thigh, pressing down slightly as she used it to support her own weight, to move even closer.

You were sat there, back pressed against the seat, legs parted, Jennie’s mouth on your neck, wishing for her to take notice and climb onto your lap, maybe slide that hand upwards underneath your shirt, maybe–

And then it hit you.

You stilled, muscles tensing, and you tried to pull away. “Jennie…”

She made the softest whine, protesting, and you had to very purposefully grip her by the shoulder and gently but firmly push her away before she realised just how serious you were being.

“Jennie,” you breathed, voice still uneven. You tried to stay firm, even in the face of her newly mussed hair, in the pink of her cheeks and the parting of her lips as she drew much-needed breath. “Jennie, you’re…you were upset tonight. I don’t want to–”

“No, I wasn’t,” Jennie argued, her gaze dropping to your lips.

You swallowed. “You were. Maybe this isn’t the best idea right now.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage, if you’re feeling–”

“You’re not.”

“Jenn–”

“You’re not,” she repeated, insistent, and there was an unmistakable edge to her tone. Frustration, maybe? Anger? “Because I’m not upset, I…”

She paused, sighing bitterly, glancing upwards as she debated something.

“…Look, you want to know what happened tonight?” Jennie said, finally, jaw set with a determination to prove you wrong. “One of my guy friends asked me out. I turned him down, the fucking nicest way I could, and he still made a huge scene over it. My ex was there, they got into a whole thing, and I didn’t want to be there anymore to witness their dick-measuring contest. That’s it.”

She took a deep breath, as you tried to absorb her words, tried to wrap your head around this information, and continued with a new vulnerability in her voice.

“It didn’t upset me. It…it embarrassed me, sure. It fucking pissed me off, definitely. But it didn’t upset me. You’re not taking advantage just because I was in a bad mood. Was, because then we started talking, and…”

She glanced away, not quite brave enough to finish that sentence, but you could fill in the gaps yourself. Something – some warm feeling – bloomed in your chest.

“So, if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” Jennie finished, squaring her shoulders, keeping her head held high as she stared you down directly. “But don’t pin it on me. I know what I want.”

You held her gaze for a moment, saying nothing.

And then, silently, you rested your hand on the curve of her hip, and watched the way her chest swelled with a surprised intake of breath.

“And what do you want?” You asked, voice very purposefully light, even as your thumb began to trace circles into the thin fabric of her dress.

Exhaling, slowly, Jennie let herself relax into your touch. “…More of that.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“You to kiss me,” Jennie said, bold, defiant.

You smiled, blinking innocently. “Kiss you where?”

The memory of her reaction – the way her face flushed, the way she almost choked on her own breath, the swallow that made her throat bob – would burn itself into your mind, never to be forgotten.

This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. You let your tongue run over her bottom lip, just as you’d wanted, before turning your attention elsewhere – the pink of her cheeks, the long column of her neck, the collarbone you’d been trying your best not to stare at the moment she got into your car.

You looped an arm around her waist and gently, carefully, pulled her onto your lap – not quite all the way, just enough for your thigh to slot itself comfortably between her legs.

“This is such a nice dress, Jennie,” you noted, running one hand up her side, from hip to waist to just brushing the side of her chest before coming up to her shoulder. Carefully, you hooked your index finger under the thin strap of her dress, letting it fall just off the shoulder.

You pressed a kiss to where it had once been, then a little lower. Then, a little lower again. And again. Slowly, carefully, giving her plenty of time to stop you if she wanted. She didn’t, and when your mouth finally found its way to her breast, she let out the quietest little sigh.

It was becoming very obvious that Jennie wasn’t wearing a bra. You’d thought maybe she could have been wearing a strapless one, but no, it was becoming increasingly clear through the thin material that she absolutely was not. When your lips closed around her nipple through the fabric, Jennie’s hand found itself curling around the back of your head, and she let herself…press against your thigh.

That could be fun, you thought idly, getting distracted by Jennie’s first whimper when you let your teeth scrape against her. It could be fun to let Jennie ride your thigh.

Except there was something in you that wanted something a little more…hands-on. Maybe, just maybe, deep down, you’d admit that you wanted to show off a little.

So, you pulled away from her breast to press your lips to hers once more, bringing your left hand up to cradle her jaw.

And with your right, you let it slide under her tangle of dress skirts, and gently rested it on her bare knee.

“Is this OK?” You asked, pressing a little peck to the corner of her mouth.

“Only if it doesn’t stay there,” Jennie mumbled, tilting your head with her own hands to resume kissing.

Just as she wished, you very slowly slid your hand up her leg, along the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jennie rolled her hips against your thigh, just once, impatient, but you didn’t rush yourself. This was half the fun, letting the anticipation build.

A fucking rush of satisfaction filled you when you felt just how wet Jennie had gotten for you. What an ego-boost it was, to run your fingers over where she and your thigh connected, to feel the damp lace against your fingertips, to hear Jennie breathily accuse you of teasing.

With another kiss, this time open-mouthed and against her neck, you pushed her underwear to one side and found her clit with the pad of your thumb. You rubbed circles into it, slowly, just to test what she might like.

Jennie moaned, loudly, her head falling forward. Her mouth was so close to your ear, allowing you to hear every single little catch in her breathing, every choked noise, everything, as you began to learn her body. She was sensitive, she liked it slow, and she especially liked when you murmured her name. You learned how to tell when she wanted something, when something was too much, how the muscles of her thighs tensed and clamped down at just the right balance of almost ‘too much’.

Your free hand drifted to the curve of her ass, squeezing slightly as you gently lifted her up – giving you just enough space to slip your middle finger inside of her.

“Fuck, Jennie,” you breathed, as she groaned and rocked backwards onto your hand. Before long, you could add your ring finger – and with the smallest repositioning of your hand, you made sure that with every motion, your thumb would drag across her most sensitive spot, and you felt the breath that punched its way out of her chest when she first discovered this.

You could make her come like this. And what’s more, you realised, you could make her come like this easily.

But there was something else that tempted you, an image that refused to leave your mind.

Why not leave it up to Jennie?

“You want me to keep doing this?” You asked, breathless, pausing to kiss the underside of her jaw. “Or do you want my mouth? It’s up to you, baby.”

The endearment slipped its way out of your mouth before you could stop it, but Jennie didn’t seem to mind. You watched her struggle with the decision, eyes dark and dazed with lust, biting her lip.

“Are you…” Jennie began, before pausing to let out another choked moan, eyes squeezing shut for a second, “…good?”

There was no way to answer that question without sounding like you were bragging, so you settled for a semi-sheepish grin. “Haven’t had any complaints.”

Jennie exhaled shakily, and nodded. “OK. Mouth, then.”

Carefully, you moved Jennie off of your lap, laying her down on her back across the backseat. You couldn’t deny that your new position, kneeling between her legs, one of your feet jammed in one footwell, the other leg awkwardly pressed against the edge of the seat, was cramped – but it was so, so worth the noises that forced their way out of Jennie’s mouth when your tongue brushed against her clit.

Fuck, it was so worth it. It was worth all the confined space and awkward manoeuvring that sex in a car provided, it was worth the hour-long journey, it was worth getting stuck in the mud and the inevitable wait for a tow truck and the freezing cold of the night, because all of it brought you Kim Jennie grinding up against your tongue, close to sobbing as she finally unravelled, coming with a sharp cry and thighs clamping down around your head.

You let her ride it out, watching her shake as she came down from the high, hooking your arm around her thigh as you turned your head to press a kiss to the soft skin there.

It took a few minutes, the car perfectly silent except for the heavy breathing coming from both of you, almost in unison, and the heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Until, finally, Jennie managed to push herself up to a seated position, chest still visibly rising and falling with every breath. She took in the sight of you, letting her head loll to one side against the headrest, and she gave you one of her little half-smiles.

“I never thanked you for driving all the way out here, did I?”

“No,” you replied, slowly, trying to keep yourself from smiling back.

Jennie reached out, offering her hand to you.

“Then, get up here and show me how to.”

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vintage chanel: jennie x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive, swearing

a/n: i was gonna post this the night of the event but school and time got away from me so here it is a few days late. there might be some typos.... sorry

the met gala wasn’t a new occurrence to you after your first invitation when you were freshly eighteen. back then, your attendance made headlines as you had become the youngest guest to attend that year. even more headlines followed when you were handpicked by karl lagerfeld as a muse for the house of chanel. over the years you became a known figure within the fashion industry while dominating the western music industry. the level of success you’d reached in a few short years was recognized by numerous awards, accolades, and several gold and platinum album titles to your name. even with the musical success, you never forgot that fashion was really your claim to fame many years ago. hence why you graciously accepted a met invitation every single year. 

to many, the met gala is a star studded night where you get gussied up in clothes from top designers in high fashion, meet other A-list celebrities, and do whatever the hell you do inside because nobody seems to know. in reality, it was waking up at six in the morning then getting ready all day, walking a red carpet, answering the same 5 questions from reporters who hopefully remembered your name, then sat through what felt like the world’s longest and most awkward dinner. the only highlight of the event was finding out that one of your friends was only two tables away from you, rather than the usual five or six. overall, the real fun started at the afterparties which you always ended up being roped into attending then drunkenly leaving hand in hand with some supermodel you met that night. 

you sat in a suite on the 15th floor of the iconic Mark Hotel as your stylists, makeup artists, and management and PR team bustled around to make sure you were ready for tonight. the theme was Karl Lagerfeld, the designer that picked you as his muse years ago. your outfit was a handpicked piece designed by the esteemed german courtier. originally worn by linda evanglista in the Chanel Ready to Wear Fall/Winter 1991-1992 in Paris Fashion week. the entire morning was doing small interviews for Vogue and other fashion media outlets that get most of their press from this event. there was a smile on your face as you told the camera before you, “i’m super excited for this evening because i don’t think many people know i’m attending the event. i’ve been trying my best to keep it on the down low, but i think people are going to figure it out before i get to the carpet.” there was a small laugh followed by your words that trailed off on the end, specifically because you knew of a certain someone that was hoping just this once you wouldn’t show. 

“unnie, did you see the headlines?” the thai idol asked with urgency in her tone that made her member’s heart race. the older woman hesitated to answer, but she went silent as she read the headline that appeared over the banner at the top of her screen:

UPDATE: Y/N TO MAKE APPEARANCE AT THE 2023 MET GALA

jennie stared at her phone and lisa cautiously prompted, “are you okay?” jennie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, “why wouldn’t i be? it’s whatever. she gets invited every year, i don’t know why this would be any different.” she paused for a moment then abruptly commented, “i have to go. i’ll talk to you later.” the younger woman gave a weak smile, “okay bye, i’ll talk to you later.” in a sudden bout of frustration jennie tossed her phone across the room onto the bed then brought her hands to her forehead as she mumbled, “fuck…” there were light taps on her hands as her makeup artist silently chided her not to mess up her perfectly made up face. for the next hour she remained silent until she had to put on a smile for the cameras and fans that swarmed the porte-co·chère of the hotel down below. 

the car ride to the carpet was dead silent as jennie tried to soothe her nerves before enduring the next eight to ten hours on her own. through the deeply tinted glass jennie could see her security team waiting for her to step out of the car. one of the staff members assigned to her for the evening warmly assured her, “take as long as you need, miss kim.” she gave a curt nod and a hushed thank you before holding the door handle for a moment. one of the security guards pulled open the door and held a hand out to assist her out of the large black SUV. 

cameras flashed and fans shrieked and screamed as they desperately tried to earn jennie’s attention from their barricaded sections that flanked the entrance of the carpet. the idol waved and smiled for the cameras as she’d been taught to so many years ago, her smile turning genuine when she laid eyes on a familiar petite brunette. the young influencer passed jennie a mic and asked enthusiastically, “how are you?” with her eyes glued forward for a moment too long, jennie replied, “i’m everywhere. this is my first Met…” emma asked in slight surprise, “first Met?” the korean singer nodded and continued answering the quick questions on her current feelings. she laughed as the younger girl somewhat awkwardly yet genuinely shared the same thoughts of being nervous and anxious before such a large event. for just a moment jennie glanced to her right thinking she saw someone she knew. her blood ran cold when she realized she did know the person- you looking her way with the same narrowed gaze that dripped of venom and honey that had her spellbound from the first time. 

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips after seeing the affect you still had on her after she supposedly stopped caring about you. for the fun of it, you shot her a wink before turning around and kissing the cheek of the interviewer that was speaking with you. jennie flinched ever so lightly then laughed awkwardly in a futile attempt to play it off. she quickly thanked emma for the interview then rushed off to the usher that was to guide her along the carpet. the remainder of the carpet went by in the blink of an eye. largely in part to the fact that she disassociated for the entire thing, only regaining awareness of her surroundings as she was ushered inside. 

jennie followed the usher to her table where her placecard was sitting daintily with her name handwritten in elegant calligraphy. she sat down gracefully beside another supermodel she’d yet to learn the name of then introduced herself politely. as more guests filed in, she couldn’t help but scan the room in search of you. the open seat beside her with a placecard that read a simple RESERVED made her stomach twist into knots. underneath the white tablecloth she bounced her leg anxiously, desperately hoping nobody around her noticed the soft clicking sound around the table. another usher made their way to her table and she took a breath of relief when she saw dua lipa approaching with a warm smile. however, the feeling was short lived when the albanian singer bent down and kissed her cheek with a slight pout. she explained quietly, “hi love, i wanted to come over and tell you myself that they’ve moved my seat this evening. but i’ll catch up with you later, alright?” jennie tried to answer as quickly and politely as possible to get in her question of who was taking dua’s place. 

the question was answered before it could even leave jennie’s lips when she heard you speak from over her shoulder, “thank you so much for understanding, babes. have a great evening and we’ll chat later!” you sat down beside jennie and greeted the other guests at your table which you were seemingly familiar with to some extent. the idol shifted beside you and you gave her what appeared to others as the warmest and welcoming smile, “jennie it’s been a while hasn’t it?” the woman saw through you as if you were made of glass, yet she refused to cause a scene at the Met Gala of all events. so, she plastered on a smile and hugged you back, “it has, how have you been?” she humored you in conversation and did her best to wiggle her way out of exclusively talking to you by roping the other table guests into the conversation. however, no matter how much she tried, you always managed to turn the topic exclusive to the two of you. jennie wondered how nobody else around her could see the lack of genuinity in your eyes, that you were intentionally toying with her like some game. but then again, why would anyone suspect you, a known sweetheart, of such a thing. 

you smiled to yourself as you did small things to get under jennie’s skin and give her the attention you craved. wether it be a hand trailing along her thigh or lightly hitting her foot with your own beneath the tablecloth. seeing her clenched teeth and smiles that faltered for just a split second were all the reward you needed to spur you on further. the moment that you all were dismissed to look around the museum exhibit, jennie was on her feet and eager to leave your side. you made no effort to follow her immediately, instead you found a handful of familiar faces and did your rounds to those you both did and didn’t care for…you did have a reputation to uphold anyway. an hour passed and you finally had eyes on jennie once more, she stood alone in front of a mannequin with yet another vintage Chanel piece. you watched her from afar, taking in the way she stared at the clothing with a genuine admiration and curiosity. the sight made your heart flutter as she reminded you of the first time you both met years ago. 

the feeling of warmth that bloomed in your heart ran cold when you saw some random man approach her. from his outfit alone you knew that he was someone’s plus one or an influencer that purchased his own ticket for the event. the way he stared at jennie with almost a sense of hunger and desperation made your skin crawl. you slowly made your way across the floor, wondering if she would actually need someone to intervene. her smiles were polite but you could see the way her eyes flitted from his with nearly every word she spoke as if she was searching for an escape. the stiff mannerisms of hers came to a halt when the guy attempted to place a hand around her waist, making her flinch out of surprise. without hesitation you rushed to her side in less than three strides. 

you slipped your arm behind her waist with ease, the familiar feeling bringing a genuine smile to your face. turning towards her you kissed her cheek, “hey beautiful i thought i lost you back there.” she looked up at you, a flash of fear still lingering in her gaze prompting you to pull her closer to your body. the guy in front of her tried to continue his conversation but you cut him off, “she’s with me. i expect that you’ll be returning to your table now, yes?” if looks could kill the young man would have been gone yesterday. he grew nervous with you, of all guests, standing over him, so much so that he couldn’t even utter an actual apology before literally running off. 

jennie continued to stand in your hold with her hand toying at the heavy gold belts wrapped around your waist. you remained silent as you lightly took her shaking hand into your free one, “jen?” she continued to stare at the same spot on the ground as you prompted once more, “jennie?” the idol snapped out of her trance and pulled away from you, “thank you for that…” she watched as your features softened in a way that made her heart beg that she cave into you and give you the type of attention she used to. your tone changed with the next words you spoke, this time they were genuine, the same way you used to speak to her, “yeah…of course, Nini.” her heart raced at the last word, so familiar and nearly made her crack but she internally put her fist down. she wasn’t about to start this, not now and especially not here. she backed away from you as if you were a burning flame that was moments from losing control. the singer straightened her posture then said coldly, “don’t call me that.” she turned on her heel then hurried off to go talk to another A-list supermodel that probably didn’t remember what group she was actually from. 

throughout the entire rest of the night jennie avoided you like the plague, no eye contact, no words exchanged, it was like you were invisible to her. the main event ended and the after parties were getting ready to begin. one of your managers found you and rushed you to meet your stylists where you were changed for the second look of the night. keeping with the theme, you wore a long sleeved white tweed top, black pants, and a large gold chanel belt. the look was worn by beverly peele in the chanel spring 1993 show. chunky gold bracelets adorned your wrist while the belt quite honestly felt like wearing a weighted hula hoop. nevertheless, you were guaranteed to be the talk of the night once again. 

TipToe by Jason Derulo blasted over the speakers in one of the many rooms within the multi-million dollar mansion owned by some uppity tycoon on the Upper East Side. the lights were off with the exception of burnt orange neon lights that barely lit a damn thing in the room. despite the windows being open, the entire house felt hot as hell with all the sweaty bodies of drunk and high supermodels, singers, and A-list actors. you watched who danced alongside you, trying to avoid meeting strangers with wandering hands and lustful gazes. as you skimmed the crowd around you, a tall blonde dragged a small black haired woman to dance with her. once again your interest peaked at seeing jennie in the perfect place for you to make another move. 

the bass of the music thrumed throughout your entire body as you danced your way over the now cluster of girls with jennie. you threw an arm around one of the women’s shoulders and shouted over the music, “Kenny!” the supermodel turned to face you and her face lit up as she pulled you into a hug, “Y/N!” jennie slowed her movements to the beat of the music as she watched you talking to the girl next to her. the nerves only lasted a minute because a second later she was pressing herself against Hailey Baldwin with her head resting on her shoulder and wrapping the blonde’s arm tighter around her torso. the unsuspecting model simply laughed and kissed jennie’s temple as she swayed to the beat jennie set. just as you began to look away, jennie opened one eye and smirked when she saw your dissatisfied expression  and pretended you were invisible all over again. 

you grew impatient and slowly slipped between Kendall and Hailey which they welcomed without question. jennie tried to keep Hailey against her but your arm slid between their bodies and Hailey switched positions with you to dance with Kendall. jennie began to make a move to leave but you pulled her back flush against your front. the gentle touch of your fingers ran down her arm making goosebumps form on her skin. you chuckled lowly and said into her ear, “come on now, dance with me.” the warmth of your body against hers was a feeling she thought she’d forgotten but now it was as if you’d never left. she turned to face you, gaining some control back before she attempted to make her leave, “i don’t want to dance with you.” her voice was saying one thing while her mind and body said another prompting you to ask, “are you sure because the way you’re holding my arm on your waist is telling me otherwise.” 

jennie glared at you through those cat-like, chocolate brown eyes and thick black lashes with a gaze that made your heart race. she watched as your eyes crawled over her body with such a hunger that she would have gagged if it was anyone else. you pulled her closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and for just a moment she almost gave into your touch. once again she backed up and swallowed thickly, “i’m doing just fine with my friends here.” you stared at her unfazed then glanced over to Kendall and Hailey who were lost in their own offbeat two step to Alone by Kim Petras. god, jennie wished she could kiss wipe that stupidly perfect, coy smirk off of your face. a few people around you both noticed that you were no longer dancing and instead standing in a confrontational position before jennie. she looked at the hand she was still holding to her body and sighed as she turned back around, dancing against your front, “i’m just not trying to cause a scene.” you laughed lowly into her ear, “whatever you say, angel.” 

you held her slender waist to your body and the hand that rested by her leg into your own, lacing your fingers together with a smile. jennie slipped her hand out of yours and you tsked quietly, “and about your friends- you know goddamn well none of these girls give a fuck about you, they just care about the title you carry. they’re all up on you just to take a picture and use it to get an extra million likes and comments. you’re wasting your time staying around them because after tonight it’s gonna be like you two never met.” the idol hated to admit it but you were 100% right. when it came to western celebrities, they heard the name BLACKPINK in tandem with one of the members names, and they were immediately trying to befriend them for clout. it was evident in the way they called jisoo by the wrong name, never pronounced rosé with the proper accent, just plain forgot lisa’s name, and how at least 12 people tonight called jennie ‘jenna’ instead. despite that, she was completely used to it by now and expected ingenuity from the celebrities that she met overseas. 

the singer shot you a side glare and you frowned to mock her, “don’t give me that face, just admit the fact that you know i’m right.” jennie rolled her eyes and asked in annoyance,  “and what if you are? why should i care about any of that?” you answered simply, “because you and i both know you aren’t enjoying this right now.” jennie swallowed thickly as your breath ghosted the shell of her ear and she lied straight through her teeth, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n. i’m having a good time.” this time your tone was slightly harsher but in a way that made her stomach erupt into butterflies, “jennie cut the shit, i know more than anyone what you look like when you’re enjoying yourself.” heat rushed to her cheeks at the implication of your words, memories filling her head only making her blush deeper. 

you felt the way her body began melting into your touch and she slowly started giving into what she both desperately wanted and knew she shouldn’t do. she shook the thought from her head and turned back to face you, once again fighting internally with herself to walk away. the way your eyes transfixed on her was no help but then you uttered the words, “come on mama, let me show you a good time…for old time’s sake.” jennie clenched her jaw and you leaned your forehead against hers, without even realizing it her arms ended up over your shoulders. the feeling of your fingers trailing up her mini black dress made her stumble, making you wrap an arm around her waist once more. her voice was weak when she tried to reply with confidence, “i-i don’t think-” all you had to do was raise one eyebrow and give that same damned smile to get her to cave, “just for tonight.” immediately you smiled the million dollar smile the world fell in love with as you led jennie through the crowd to find a place in the 32 rooms of the oversized mansion. she held onto your hand until you rounded a corner and pushed it open before pressing it closed with her back against. she hated how easily she gave into your wishes but she couldn’t help it with the way you felt her up with ease, making her get lost in all that you were, making her feel like you did all those years ago. 

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[jxmis]

Wish You Were Sober

Pairings: Rosé Park x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Roseanne Park have been best-friends for years now. Having finished wrapping up your show before blackpink's last performance at Coachella, you decide to show your support and fly out to LA and watch them. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Not after the events that had happened after the afterparty. Everything has changed. (sorry i suck at doing summaries)

Warning(s): angst

A/N: a lil inspiration by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray. Soooo I'm having major pcd after seeing BP last saturday soo decided to write for my bias wrecker. I literally just thought and wrote of this a few hours ago. Same with the picture T_T. I also have been writing jennie, lisa, and chaewon fics. Posting whichever I get done first after this one! Enjoy! :)

Rosanne Park isn't usually one to party hard. She isn’t the usual person to get wasted either. It's rare for that to happen.

But as they wrapped up their final night headlining Coachella, a party was thrown for their successful two shows. Being the first k-pop act and girl group to headline, making history! Of course, she had to live it up.

However, one shot became two, three, and even taking a couple sips of margarita. Those who are close to Rosé know that she doesn't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. She's a lightweight.

You being a lot more responsible and smart, only took a few sips of your alcoholic beverage. You handle your liquor pretty well.

You see Rosé's manager trying to talk some sense into her but it seems as Rosé is being stubborn. You sigh, you approach them. Jane looks at you with a pleading look, you nod and gesture for her to go. She silently thanks you, softly patting Rosé's cheek before leaving.

"C'mon, Chae, you've had too much to drink." You carefully and softly put hand behind her back. Rosé shakes her head in protest.

"Y/N/NNN!!! Nooooo 'm havin sooo much funn!" She slurs. She leans against your shoulder, resting her head on it. She looks at you a smile bright on her face, bringing the glass close to you. "Have some! It's sooo good!" You take the beverage away from her hand causing her to pout.

"We're leaving, Chae. You've had your fun. Time for you to rest." Despite her protest, you drag her out of the party. She eventually quits whining and resisting. She sulks instead. "You'll thank me in the morning for this." You offer her support which she gladly takes as she's walking. She's so drunk to the point that she can't even walk straight.

You thankfully arrive back to Rosé's place safely. You did your very best to cover up Chae from the horde of paparazzies as you leave the party. Your bodyguard and Rosé's, as well as her manager using flashlights to ruin their photos.

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You look after Rosé. Even when the aftereffects of drinking so much alcohol led her to throw up. You help sooth her by holding her hair and caressing her back. Letting her know you're there and not going anywhere. As soon as you saw her hand on her stomach and a grimace on her face, you knew. You’re quite thankful you were able to get her to her room and rush her into the bathroom.

"It's okay, Chae. I've got you," you say softly. A minute goes by after Rosé seem to have let it all out. You clean up her face and begin her night time routine. You've slept over a good amount of times to have memorized it all. You help her brush her teeth and awkwardly had to help her change into pajamas. It wasn't easy doing that second part with your eyes close. But to your surprise, she was very compliant.

You are so focus on helping her, making sure she's okay that you didn't notice how quiet she's been. "Hey.. you okay?" You say as she settles on her bed. That's when it hit Rosé. Tears starts to pour down her eyes. You panic. You forgot how emotional she gets after everything when she gets drunk. It's been awhile since you've done this. You quickly sit next to her. "What wrong? Don't cry, Chae. It's okay! You're safe."

She sits up and clings onto you. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back. First, she repeatedly apologizes. "Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me, Y/N/N." She says in a hush tone still clinging tightly onto you.

Even though she can't see you, you smile. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. You were just having fun and you deserve to have fun. You know I'll always be here when you're in need." You pull away, bringing your hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "Even if it's having to watch you throw up and clean you up after." You both laugh at that. You smile triumphally at your success on making her laugh.

You move a strand of hair out of her face. Wiping the tears that still remain on her cheeks. Meanwhile, Rosé's eyes remain on you. You notice. The mood suddenly changes in the room. The way Rosé is looking at you... it's different than usual. Maybe you've seen it once in a while whenever you two hung out before. But you always thought you were being delusional. A look that holds so much feelings, unspoken ones.

You see her mouth move but nothing comes out. She closes it and suddenly you see her eyes move to your lips. It catches you off guard. Trying to take it all in, you then feel her lips touching yours. It takes you a minute to process everything. Coming to your senses, you quickly pull away. Rosé opens her eyes. She can see the shock and confusion on your face.

"Chae... what are you.. what are you doing?"

She swallows the lump on her throat. What is she doing? It felt right though. "I- I don't- I don't know." Rosé manages to stutter out, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I just- I thought- Oh god, I'm so sorry." She covers her mouth, surprise with her actions as well.

You get up from her bed and run your hands through your hair. A million thoughts going through your head. Rosé watches you just standing there, stressed out. Now, she's really full on crying. What had she done? She ruined everything. You let out a deep sigh, "Its okay.. it's okay, you're drunk. Under the influence. It was the alcohol in you. Just- Just get some rest, Chae." You hesitantly approach her and kiss her head. "Good night."

"I like you!" Rosé calls out as you're heading towards the door. You freeze. "I like you so much, Y/N. For so long now. The alcohol coursing through my veins just gave me the courage to finally do something about it. So, please stay." She begs.

Silence fills the room after Rosé's confession. There's no way all this time, Roseanne Park, your best-friend has had a crush on you. You sure would've notice if she did... right? She'd never showed any signs that she had romantic feelings for you. You know her like the back of your hand! This is all because she's under the influence. That's all. She's just saying crazy things.

Without looking back, You bow your head down. "That's real sweet, but I wish you were sober," you whisper out. With that, you leave the sobbing blonde's room, silently hoping she heard you. Maybe even remember all of this in the morning. You doubt it.

"But I really do," Rosé says softly, the tone of her voice so sincere... fragile.

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[senp1i]

As Jennie stepped three steps into the threshold, she realized that her idea, which had initially sounded cute, had led her to straight embarrassment. She had allowed Y/N to blindfold her and take her on a date wherever he wanted, but little did she know that it would lead to utter embarrassment.

"It's fine, Jennie. You'll get better at skating with time," Y/N comforted her as he effortlessly slipped on his own skates, elegantly tying the laces.

"But you don't know that," Jennie retorted nervously. "The last time I ice skated was when I was a child, and I was terrible at it."

Y/N flashed her a winning smile, listening intently to her rambling. He quickly finished tying his own skates and walked over to sit beside her, taking the skates from her hands and gently patting her legs.

"Take off your shoes, Jen. I'll put these skates on you so that you don't end up hurting yourself," he said softly, facing her with a reassuring smile.

Jennie eyed the skates warily, cautious of her limited experience with the activity. "I feel like a little child. I can at least wear my own shoes, Y/N," she complained, rolling her eyes.

"You were being very slow, however. It's better if I do it for you," he insisted, smiling up at her as he finished tying the laces.

"Thank you," Jennie whispered quietly, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she looked away and pouted her lips.

Despite the fact that it was July, the ice skating rink was frigid, with most people donning hefty winter gear, some even sporting multiple layers. Y/N had warned Jennie about the cold, cautioning her against catching a flu. But as always, she had disregarded his advice.

"You'll end up freezing, Jennie," Y/N said, concern etched on his face as he lightly touched her cheek.

Although she was cold, Jennie refused to admit it. She gave him a thumbs up, and he shot her a pointed glance that silently conveyed, "I told you so." After what felt like an eternity of gazing into each other's eyes and conversing without words, Y/N finally stood up, taking her hand and pulling her up, which proved challenging given her unsteady footing. He found her wobbling rather amusing, but he suppressed the urge to laugh, not wanting to damage her self-esteem prematurely.

"Just don't let go of my hand, Y/N," Jennie implored.

"I'd willingly hold your hand for eternity," he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good boy," she teased, leaning up and pecking his nose. She observed his eyes light up, shining with the brightest smile.

"I know you're scared, baby, but I'm right here, and you won't fall," he reassured her. This appeared to assuage her fear, as her shoulders relaxed and her demeanor grew more at ease.

"Okay, I trust you," she acquiesced. Y/N nodded vigorously, turning away and taking a step forward, leading her toward the rink.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jennie followed him carefully, slowly acclimating to the skates. They stood directly in front of the door that led to the rink, with the frigid air assaulting their faces and the loud music nearly deafening them. Y/N squeezed her hand, reassuring her, and she instantly melted into his embrace.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and she nodded hesitantly.

A/N; wrote this years back on wattpad, reread this last night and had this weird urge to kinda rewrite and elongate it but I don't have any ideas rn lol.

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[mi5a-ki]

BLACKPINK's Misa and Seventeen's Wonwoo are reportedly in a relationship!

Local news tabloid Dispatch released a report on December 31st that the idols are dating. Misa is the second BLACKPINK member caught dating by Dispatch and also the second to be revealed as the new years' dating couple of Kpop! According to the report, the Seventeen member was seen leaving Misa's apartment in Cheomgdam-dong with her dog in a leash, presumably taking the pet on a walk.

According to Dispatch, the duo have also traveled to Japan together to visit the BLACKPINK's member family. They were seen on the airport with matching couple items in December, before Christmas. They traveled in secret, without sharing their schedules.

It has also been rumored ever since Misa's speech during one of her lives, where she ended up almost saying the male idols name and got flustered by her actions while her fellow member, Jisoo, just laughed it off.

Both YG and Pledis have yet to either confirm or deny the rumors.

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[strwbrycoups]

kira profile

Kira Minatozaki, known stage name as KIRA is a Japanese-British rapper, singer, dancer. She debuted as a fictional member of Blackpink under YG Entertainment in August of 2016 and debuted as a solo artist in 2019 with the album "zgzg"

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✧ // 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: kira

✧ // 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: kira minatozaki

✧ // 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: April 11, 1996

✧ // 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: Aries

✧ // 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: Tiger

✧ // 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: London, England

✧ // 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: japanese-british

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

✧ // 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 163 cm (5’4″)

✧ // 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 47 kg (104 lbs)

✧ // 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: B

✧ // 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: ENFP

✧ // 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨/𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠: one tattoo on her shoulder

✧ // 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥: 🐹

⠀⠀⠀ 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨

✧ // 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲: YG Entertainment (2009-debut)

✧ // 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:

↳ 𝐲𝐠 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩: 7 years

✧ // 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lead vocalist, lead dancer

✧ // 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚:

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: kirauniverse

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞: kiraworld 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤: kirauniverse

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝟏. Kira was born in London but moved to Manchester and is an only child

𝟐. grew up dancing at a dance academy where she was scouted to join YG

𝟑. trained from 2009 and trained for 7 years

𝟒. she debuted as a solo artist in 2019 with a single "zgzg"

𝟓. Kira is brand ambassador for prada & Graff

𝟔. Kira moved into her own apartment where she lives with her mom who moved to stay with her

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧:

#★ ⭒⁺ ♰ kira #blackpink 5th member #blackpink x oc #kpop added member #strwbrycoupswrites #jennie #lisa #jisoo #rosé #blackpink fifth member #5th member of blackpink #blackpink fic

[kathang-iniisip]

on cam

Type: Oneshot

Fandom: Blackpink

PUBLISHED: 03/07/2023 WORDS: 1,390 TAGS: plot what plot, camgirl! lisa

SUMMARY: what's world-famous idol Lisa like in front of the camera?

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EXCERPT: [197 words]

[click on title for the full version]

It wasn’t like they needed the money — but once they started, they couldn’t stop. There was such an addicting thrill to knowing that perverts could watch you do the filthiest things on camera, and they wouldn’t know that they were probably already getting off to a red carpet photo of you anyway. 

They’d done this hundreds of times. The camera was angled in a way that excluded their heads from the shot. All that was left to be done was to put their masks on and begin. 

Chaeyoung did just that. 

As soon as they’d gone online, comments and tips steadily filled the screen of the laptop placed behind the camera. Chaeyoung ignored the horny comments and approached Lisa who had not moved from her position on the bed. 

“Hi baby.” She cooed, getting on the bed and caging Lisa’s knees between hers. She gave Lisa three pecks on the lips before fully kissing her, eliciting whimpers every time Chaeyoung groped whatever her hands reached. 

She could get off on this; Lisa’s hands tangled in her hair, and the soft smack of lips repeatedly meeting and getting into a tangle that sent pleasurable shivers down her spine.

#blackpink #blackpink fic #blackpink smut #chaelisa #park rosé #lalisa monaban #rosé #lisa #blackpink imagines #kpop smut

[lovejem]

Adrenaline Crush - Rosé x Female Reader, Amusement Park (unfinished) FLUFF

Author’s note: This is a fic that I started writing back in 2020. I never got around to finishing it and I don’t think I will so I’ve decided to just post what I have. If there’s enough interest, maybe I’ll continue! Enjoy.

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It’s the end of your spring semester at university; final exams are over, dorm rooms have been cleared out, and summer vacation has officially begun, which means you and your friends would finally be able to set off on your road trip to your favorite amusement park. You’ve been anticipating this trip for weeks, planning out whose car you’d all be taking, who’d be driving, which coasters you’d hit first. To your despair, at the last second, your friend and seat partner had to back out to visit family she hadn’t seen in a while, leaving your group with an odd number of 3 instead of an even number of 4. She apologized profusely and insisted that you all still go since she knows you’ve been excited about this plan since it was first brought up. You all wished her and her family well and set off at 8am just as you planned.

—

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Jennie asked, “I don’t mind sitting alone for a couple rounds. You can sit with Lisa.”

It’s been about 2 hours since you’ve all arrived to the park. So far, you were able to knock out 3 rides and were currently on line waiting for the fourth. Unfortunately, the park had a lot more visitors than expected, causing the wait times to be around half an hour or longer.

Your eyes darted behind Jennie towards Lisa, her eyes pleading to you and her lips forming into a pout. Her facial expression was enough for you to understand what she was asking of you, “Say no. Please say no. I’ll die if you don’t. Say no. Say no. Say no.” Jennie may not mind, but Lisa surely would, considering her massive crush on the older girl. You also knew that, even though Jennie says she doesn’t mind, she definitely does deep down; she just doesn’t know it yet.

You gave Jennie a small smile and shook your head, “Nah, don’t worry about it, Jen. I’ll be fine.” You walked up and into one of the dividing sections as the next group of riders got into their seats, “Maybe I’ll be a solo rider again like last ride.”

The two girls were now situated in the section next to yours. Lisa hummed, sitting back on the railing, “Or maybe you’ll partner up with a cute girl.”

You rolled your eyes as the dispatcher counted down to 1 and sent the coaster off, blowing everyone’s hair in all directions. You combed a hand through yours to put it back in place and sighed, “With my luck so far, I doubt it.”

You’d much rather ride solo like the last round than press your luck partnering up with someone random. During your first ride, you got partnered up with a guy around your age who immediately tried hitting on you and was entirely too touchy. Luckily for you, Jennie and Lisa caught on to what was happening and turned around to glare at him until he took the hint and stopped. Your partner for the second ride was slightly better, but that wasn’t saying much. It was a kid in damp clothing who you assumed just got back from the connected waterpark. The hot sun and sweat mixed with the damp clothes caused a certain stench to emit from the kid, forcing you to hold your breath the entire time you waited for the ride to take off.

You looked over to your friends and watched as Jennie fixed her blown-out hair before helping Lisa with hers. You could see Lisa’s ears turn a bit red as Jennie tucked her hair behind them. Lisa smiled and thanked her as Jennie returned her smile. When they turned their attention back to you, you had an eyebrow raised and your arms crossed over your chest. Jennie looked away, clearly embarrassed that you saw their little interaction.

Lisa shot you a look. “What? Did you need help with your hair too?” she teased, trying to diffuse the awkward tension you just created. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to her. As she moved her hand toward your face, you lightly pushed her off.

“Gross,” you said, sending her a disgusted look. You backed away from the railing separating you from the two and saw Jennie looking off into the distance, presumably watching the coaster to forget about her embarrassment. You started to feel a bit guilty and decided to help her move past it by asking, “What do you guys think Jisoo’s up to?”

You mentally let out a sigh of relief when Jennie turned back to you and shrugged, “I think she said she was going to have lunch with her family.”

You looked at the time on your phone lock screen and saw that it was indeed around lunchtime. “I’ll shoot her a text,” you said, while unlocking your phone.

“Tell her we miss her!” Lisa exclaimed.

Y/N: unnie :-( we miss you

Y/N: but rn i miss you most. i’m feeling like a third wheel with these two. TT

Y/N: how’s everything so far? how’s your family?

Jisoo: kekekeke i’m sorry y/n. i had a feeling that would happen.

Jisoo: are they being gross?

Jisoo: my family’s good! everyone’s healthy and doing well :) we’re heading to get some food now

Jisoo: have you guys eaten yet? make sure to eat!!!

Y/N: sickeningly sweet. makes me wanna vomit tbh

Y/N: i’m glad everyone’s well!! eat lots of good food

Y/N: we’ll eat soon too

Y/N: ah it’s our turn to ride now. talk to you later!

You sent off the last text right as the gates opened to let you in to find your seat. You sat yourself down in the farthest of the two seats, leaving the other open for easy access to anyone who may join you. You buckled yourself in and tightened the seatbelt around your waist. “Solo rider?” you heard the worker ask. You nodded in reply, which was all the response needed for them to proceed to push the safety bar down on you alone.

Jennie and Lisa turned around and smiled at you. “Hey, another solo ride,” Jennie noted. “Lucky you,” Lisa added, “You didn’t get a random.”

You gave them a small smile as they turned back around. “Yeah,” you sighed, slightly saddened by the thought of having to enjoy a ride alone again, “Lucky me.”

You shook your head to rid yourself of whatever loneliness you were feeling and hyped yourself up for the ride. You wouldn’t let a lack of a partner get you down. A solo ride was the better option when put up against being matched with someone random. When the dispatcher began counting down from 10, you reached your arms out toward the two in front of you, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Let’s go!!!” you yelled out, shaking them back and forth. They laughed and shouted along with you as the dispatcher reached 1 and sent you off at a speed that stole the sound right out of your throat.

—

After getting off the last ride, Lisa suggested taking a break and grabbing some food to gain back some of the energy lost from walking far distances and waiting in long lines. You all ended up grabbing some burgers and fries and eating at an outdoors table, hiding from the sun underneath its umbrella top.

“We probably shouldn’t go on a rollercoaster yet,” Jennie advised, “Maybe something slower-paced.”

You hummed in agreement and opened up the park map to see what ride you could go on next. You spotted a haunted house ride not too far from where you currently were and pointed at it on the map, “How about this?” You tap Lisa to look at where you’re pointing. You might find her and Jennie’s sweet interactions to be vomit-inducing, but what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t help Lisa out every now and then?

“A haunted house?” Lisa questioned, “You want to go on that?" She looked back up at you and saw you widen your eyes a bit, trying to signal to her your intentions. You nudged her leg under the table and gave a discrete nod toward Jennie who was busy looking at the map. She quirked an eyebrow, still confused as to what you were trying to tell her.

You rolled your eyes, “Jennie, what do you think? Want to go on it?” You looked down at the girl sitting across from you and next to Lisa, pursing her lips in thought.

“I don’t know,” she replied, sitting back up straight, “I scare kind of easily.”

“Lisa doesn’t,” you informed her with a smug smile, “You can grab onto her if you find it to be too much for you.”

Jennie’s cheeks grew pink as she blinked blankly at you before she nodded and simply said, “Okay.” Your suggestion and her response made Lisa blush a similar shade to hers.

You chuckled and nodded back, “Okay, that’s settled then. Let’s clean up and go.” All three of you got up, grabbed your garbage and threw it all out before heading off. —

Standing next in line for the haunted house, you started to feel the loneliness you’d felt during the last ride seep back in again. You were about to get on a ride that was infinitely better with a partner but a random partner on this ride would just be weird. You let out a sigh. Lisa looked over and noticed your lowered mood. She pouted and mouthed, “Are you okay?”

This made you genuinely smile and laugh to yourself. You nodded and mouthed back, “I’m okay.” You nodded your head toward Jennie, who was keeping herself occupied with her phone, and wiggled your eyebrows teasingly at Lisa. She shook her head, smiling now, and mouthed, “Shut up,” before adding, “Thank you.”

The last group of riders returned and got out of their seats as the gate in front of you opened up. Just as you did last time, you sat in the farthest of the two seats available to you, leaving the other open. As you buckled yourself in, a worker came over and noticed the empty seat next to you. You expected him to just lower the safety bar as the last worker did, but instead, he called out to the line and asked if there were any solo riders that wanted to ride.

You looked over to the line and saw a hand shoot up from the middle of the crowd. The worker waved them over toward the front and it wasn’t until they reached close enough to the gate that you truly saw your new seat partner. A girl with blond hair wearing a black cropped t-shirt and baggy denim jeans squeezed through the line and crossed the gate, walking towards you. She smiled at the worker and thanked him before sitting down in the empty seat.

She turned her head toward you and sent you a smile as well. “Hi,” she greeted as she clipped in her seatbelt, “I hope it’s okay that I join you. The lines are pretty long today, even for this ride for some reason.”

Pretty. That’s your immediate thought when you look over and smile back at her. The nameless girl’s hair was tied back in a ponytail with loose strands framing the sides of her face. You watched as she tucked one of them behind her ear. Fuck. Say something.

Lisa saves you by speaking up instead. “Oh, she’s definitely okay with it. Trust me,” she says turned around in her seat, facing you and your partner. You don’t miss the way she stressed “definitely.”

Jennie was turned around as well. “Yeah, she’s been feeling a bit lonely anyway,” she added with a smug grin, “You’re doing her a favor.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at their comments. You may have already embarrassed yourself with your delayed response, but now they were just adding onto it. You nervously laughed as you turned your head toward the girl seated next to you, who was already looking right back.

“Really?” she asked with a seemingly coy smile, “I’m happy to keep you company then.”

“I’m going to just...” Lisa trails off, turning back around to face the front, tugging on Jennie’s arm for her to do the same. Jennie gives you a wink before following suit.

“My name’s Rosé by the way,” she says to you while offering her hand to shake.

You happily take it into yours and do just that, “I’m y/n. Thanks for keeping me company, Rosé.”

“My pleasure, y/n,” she replies as you both continue to slowly shake hands and smile at one another.

It’s almost as if you both subconsciously agreed to take the time to fully look at each other and observe each other’s facial features. For instance, now that you were looking at Rosé up close, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty her eyes are. Your gaze shifts lower and now you’re thinking about how beautiful her smile is and taking note of the small beauty mark below her bottom lip.

Wait. I’m staring at her lips. You panic and quickly dart your eyes back up to hers, praying she didn’t notice. Unfortunately, your eyes meet instantly and you know you’ve been caught. You find her smirking at you with one of her eyebrows quirked upwards.

You open your mouth to explain yourself but you’re cut off by a deep echoey voice that begins to play along with the eery background music, notifying you that the ride is about to start. You turn your attention to the front as the ride jolts forward and you feel Rosé’s hand disappear from yours.

You feel a nudge against your right arm and a whispered, “Feel free to reach for my hand if you need it,” as the coaster rolls a few feet into the dark. You feel your throat go dry at the feeling of her breath dancing on your ear. You can’t properly see her in the dark, but you can imagine the close proximity she had to have been in to whisper to you; that image is enough to make you flush.

Suddenly, there’s a flash of light and a roar of loud thunder, causing the confident girl next to you to flinch towards you and grab hold of your sleeve.

You laugh at her reaction and the 180 change in her that just occurred. The darkness surrounding you gives you the boost of confidence you need to grab onto Rosé’s hand. “I think you need my hand more than I need yours right now,” you joke and give her hand a slight squeeze.

You hear her laugh in response, “Maybe you’re right.” Her hand doesn’t leave yours for the rest of the ride.

#rosé #blackpink fic #blackpink fluff #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink rosé #blackpink #blackpink fanfic #blackpink writings #roseanne park imagine #roseanne park fic #roseanne park fluff

[ao3feed-jensoo]

by dragonq666

Jisoo knew that if she turned around, she'd see Jennie leaning against the door frame and watching her. Throughout the evening, they exchanged glances, literally overflowing with hundreds of unspoken words. Jisoo hoped that the moment had come when they would finally talk.

But when she did turn around, she didn't hear what she expected.

"Will you dance with me?"

Words: 1339, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: BLACKPINK (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Jennie Kim

Relationships: Jennie Kim/Kim Jisoo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers

#jennie kim #kim jisoo #jensoo #jensoo fic #blackpink fic

[kpopwritingbingo]

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This  year’s theme is “the sound of music”. The cards will include a variety  of song titles and lyrics from various groups and singers. Participants  will be able to customize their cards (limiting groups or genres,  etcetera) through the sign up form.

Participants are able to  customize their potential prompts via the sign up sheet, but there is  always a fun element of surprise! The cards will also  include members and pairings (if you opt  in for pairings - optional).

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We welcome all ages and all writing! mxm, mxr, mxoc, or no pairing, polyam welcome as well!

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You  can start posting your stories on January 1st! Please use the tag  #musicbingo23 and tag the blog in your post so we can see it and  reblog it!

Event Timeline:

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#bts fic #skz fic #svt fic #ateez fic #onlyoneof fic #exo fic #got7 fic #blackpink fic #superm fic #shinee fic #kpop fanfics #kpop imagines #kpop fic #kpop fan fiction #txt fic #enhypen fic #monsta x fic #bts imagine #skz imagine #seventeen fic

[jxmis]

Do not republish my work elsewhere, please! You do NOT have permission to repost, copy or translate my works on any platforms even if credit was given!!

KPOP IDOLS

Blackpink - masterlist (coming soon)

Le sserafim - masterlist (coming soon)

(G)-idle - masterlist (coming soon)

Criminal Minds

Jennifer Jareau — masterlist

Spencer Reid — masterlist

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau x reader #spencer reid x reader #blackpink #blackpink fic #blackpink x reader #gidle x reader #gidle #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader

[dadddybangtan]

Skool Luv Affair 2021 (m)

Cover art by dadddybangtan

Genres:

Mystery, High School, Multi-Fandom

Rating:

13+ for mentions of death/sexual situations (no explicit scenes)

Short Synopsis:

The New Year's Eve party lit a fire that would set the students of Entropy High ablaze. Disasters and tragedies happen all the time, but something about this felt off. Kim Sunoo was determined to find the root of the uneasiness by studying his step siblings, Seokjin and Jisoo.

Status:

Completed as of 082921

Chapters posted weekly

Table of Contents:

PRELUDE

01

02

03

04

05

06

07

08

09

10

THE END

Visual Mood Board:

#dadddybangtan #skool luv affair #kpop angst #kpop fanfiction #wattpad #boy x boy fanfiction #kpop au #mystery #fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #bts fic #blackpink fic #kpop multifandom #red velvet

[koreistimm]

Asla bırakmayacağın kişiye yolla ( Instagram @koreistim)

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[mi5a-ki]

misa in knowing bros > 201017

misa's moments in blackpink's second visit to knowing bros!

her looks

highlighted moments

1. her introduction !

"hello, I'm blackpink's lee sangmin!" misaki introduced herself, making the man get up to make a pose, the Japanese girl coping him making them laugh.

"why? why would you choose him?" heechul whined, making her giggle.

"because we are alike! I'm also cool and rich, just like him!" she exclaimed, making the hosts look surprised and 'boo' the guy for lying and making her believe he was cool.

"i don't lie! you just make me seem bad on TV!" he argued, the blackpink members laughing even more.

"ok, ok! i'm blackpink's other main vocalist and only japanese member, misa!" she poked her cheek, everyone cheering right after.

2. guess about me story !

"i went to a vending machine and something surprising happened! i got so scared that i just ran away!" misaki said, her hands holding the paper sheets with her hints and answers. "can you guess what happened?" she looked at them, an smile adorning her lips.

"the machine was so old that lots of water bottles started to come out and you got scared that it was going to overflow!" hodong exclaimed.

"no! the changes started to come out and someone saw it and you got scared that they would thing you were stealing the machine!" soogeun intervened, making everyone laugh.

"no, no! this is a good thing, isn't it?" misa laughed. "it doesn't have anything to do with money! but the backgroung is right!"

"a lady behind you got frustrated with you and just shoved her hand to get your drink." janghoon looked at her. "she went like-" he put his elbow on the table and pretended to have his hand up the vending machine. "and said like 'aish, here you go, slowpoke!' and you got scared by her outburst and ran away!" he proposed, making her along with everyone else crack up.

"no!" she laughed even more. "but it's funny, isn't it?"

"i think i know what happened!" heechul stood up. "you were trying to get a drink and a bug came out!" he said, making everyone agree with choruses of 'yeah's!

"no! but it's close enough!" she said, looking at him.

"then a snake!" sangmin said.

"no! almost!" misa replied, excited.

"a spider then!" hodong tried, seeing her shake her head as a no.

"ha! i know what is was!" janghoon slammed his hand on the table, standing up once again. "it was a frog that came out!"

"bingo!" misaki exclaimed, jumping up and down. "it was actually a bunch of little frogs that jumped out of the machine with my drink. also, when the change came out they jumped out with it too! i got so startled and disgusted that i ran to the car with my mom!" she pouted.

3. her adorable performance moment !

all the girls were in the middle dancing to their newest releases 'how you like that', 'pretty savage' and 'lovesick girls'. as misaki's part came up, the camera focused on her and she adorably winked while dancing, scrunching her face in a smile. while editing, they added cute sounds to it, making it one of the most replayed parts and one of her highlighted moments on the program.

4. making her redo the famous 'cheese kimbap' aegyo !

"please, saki, do it!" jisoo exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"yeah! do it!" heechul also encouraged, making said girl giggle and shake her head.

"it's been haunting me! i can't!" she laughed.

then, rosé started to push her to the middle, making her eyes widen as she got surprised. misaki didn't even have time to react as then she was already the center of attention.

"you have no choice now!" rosé said. "do it!"

misaki sighed and shook her head, a shy smile adorning her lips making her members coo.

"ok, ok!" she fake pouted. "I'll do it."

at her words everyone cheered, the cast members all encouraging her and jokingly saying that it will bring them more views and viewers for the next episodes, making the five girls burst out laughing from their straightforwardness.

"woah! it's really all for the money!" she exclaimed wide-eyed, breathing heavily due to all her laughing.

"nah, out writers wrote it, we just said it." sangmin shrugged, making them giggle once more.

"okay, I'll do it then!"

misaki got in position and made her best bambi eyes, mouth jutting out in a pout, head hanging slightly and shoulders standing up.

"cheese kimbap?" and then chaos broke out.

5. misaki speaking in japanese !

"wait, what did you just say?" heechul stopped the game, looking over at misaki sitting next to hodong.

"sorry! did i speak in japanese again?" she laughed.

her members nodded and started explaining that she tends to speak in her native language when she gets too excited without even realizing it. the hosts got amazed by the information and asked if it ever got her in trouble.

"yes, a lot of times, actually." misa explained. "once, during our trainee time, we were practicing and I got really happy that I memorized the entire choreography quickly. then, i exclaimed something in japanese and our dance teacher thought I was cursing them out and they got mad at me." she said.

"what happened after this?" hodong asked.

"they sent me to the management office and told them what happened, then, they asked them to repeat what i said to a translator — because they thought I would said something that wasn't the actual translation — and the translator affirmed my words. i was really glad that i got off the hook, thought they would kick me out for that!"

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[strwbrycoups]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

⠀⠀⠀ jisoo/ kim ji soo

The true definiton of chaotic energy, Kira is known for her loud personality and Jisoo is always encouraging her which leads to them being loud or Kira hurting herself. Kira always goes to Jisoo whenever she needs talk to and loves how caring Jisoo is.

⠀⠀⠀ jennie/ jennie kim

Kira loves Jennie as a sister, the two instantly bonded when they met as they trained the longest in the group. Kira is always seen holding onto Jennie or hugging and are often seen shopping together on their free time.

⠀⠀⠀rose/park chae young

Rose and Kira love teasing each other, they can’t go an hour without making jokes or Rose hitting her whenever she gets the chance. She’s closest with her in the group and is always seen clinging onto her. They shared room together in early years which helped them get closer. Most famous ship within fandom

⠀⠀⠀lisa/lalisa manobal

Lisa and Kira as a match made in a heaven or hell depending on the day or wherever they are. They match each other energies and is often goes on adventures together. Lisa big reason Kira became more confident in her dancing skills, always helping her when she needs help

#★ ⭒⁺ ♰ kira #blackpink 5th member #blackpink x oc #kpop added member #strwbrycoupswrites #jennie #lisa #jisoo #rosé #blackpink fifth member #5th member of blackpink #blackpink fic

[kathang-iniisip]

pcd

Type: Oneshot

Fandom: Blackpink

PUBLISHED: 03/06/2023 WORDS: 1,362 TAGS: plot what plot

SUMMARY:

post-concert debauchery ;)

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EXCERPT: [391 words]

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It shouldn’t be possible, but Jennie could swear she can see every drop of sweat making its way down Jisoo’s neck, and inevitably to her cleavage, framed wonderfully by the tasteful top she wore. 

Jennie bounded over to Jisoo. 

“Mandeukie!” Jisoo greeted cheerfully, though the look in her eyes was dark. Jennie knew the same sort of thoughts were running through the other woman’s mind as she felt those same eyes boring into her skin. The flimsy white dress was stylish, but it also left little to the imagination. The lace details and her hair added to the ‘innocent’ image her outfit projected but they both knew better. 

“Let’s go?” Jisoo nodded once and they both gathered their things, trying not to seem like they were in too much of a hurry as they greeted everyone good night on their way to the car. 

“Jennie.” Jisoo muttered in warning, feeling a hand sneak its way on her thigh. 

“What? Can’t I give my eonnie a hug after a successful show?” Jennie asked innocently, further invading Jisoo’s space and hooking a leg over Jisoo’s knees. To someone else, the gesture looked sweet with Jennie’s head on the other woman’s shoulder, but to Jisoo the darkness in the car couldn’t hide Jennie’s hand under Jisoo’s shirt well enough. 

“There’s people here.” 

“It’s just Chaeyoung and Lisa.” 

“and the managers.” 

“Exactly. We’re the only ones here.” Jennie said, lazily gesturing to the backseat they rushed to occupy. 

Jisoo sighed. She didn’t miss Chaeyoung’s pensive look at the fact that Jennie and Jisoo didn’t change out of their concert clothes before heading back to their hotel. 

She knew Jennie long enough to know that when she was in this mood, there’s no stopping her or her hands. Especially not when the chubby-cheeked menace had a thing for slight exhibitionism. 

“Don’t act like we’re not on the same boat.” Jennie whispered, giving Jisoo’s ear a kitten lick afterwards. Jisoo suppressed a shudder. 

Jisoo rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother containing her smirk as Jennie’s mouth dropped open when Jisoo put her arm around the other woman and slipped her hand inside Jennie’s shorts. 

“Wet already?” Jisoo asked, tracing Jennie’s slit. 

“‘s the adrenaline.” 

“sure.” Jisoo said, pretending like she’s not seeing Jennie’s eyes practically glued to her tits which bounced at every bump in the road.

#blackpink #blackpink smut #kpop smut #blackpink imagines #jensoo #blackpink fic #jensoo fic #kim jisoo #kim jennie