The ballroom glowed under crystal lights, every step Jennie took beside Taehyung echoed by camera flashes and fan screams. She smiled, giggled at something he whispered, and leaned in like the moment was meant to be frozen into headlines. “They eat this up,” she murmured through a perfect grin, even as her heart pressed against the lie. Across the room, Blake—her actual girlfriend—stood in a sleek black suit, cool and collected, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Jennie didn’t dare meet her gaze. She just clung to the performance, fingers still wrapped around Taehyung’s sleeve, and whispered again, almost to herself, “I’m sorry, baby.”