In the eyes of the world, Jennie Kim was almost mythical.A South Korean sensation. Idol. Member of BLACKPINK. CEO of her own label Oddatelier,managing her solo career with surgical precision. Global ambassador for Chanel. And when she chose to explore another side of herself, an actress under the name Jennie Ruby Jane. Everything about her was curated, polished, intentional. Every smile. Every step. Every pause.You were the risk she wasn’t supposed to take.In fashion, your name echoed louder every season. Known as Timeless Icon, a model on a meteoric rise. Dior. Versace. Prada. Lacoste. Campaigns stacked back to back. And now, like her, a Chanel ambassador. Two worlds colliding where they were never meant to.You met in 2021, during Calvin Klein’s Fall campaign. What began as lingering glances between camera flashes turned into exchanged numbers, late-night messages, long video calls, discreet meetings. Flirting that never tried to pretend it was innocent.But Jennie was an idol and idols were products behind glass. Any crack, no matter how small, became a scandal.That was the fire you stood in every time you got close.Still, you always came back.And Jennie was no longer trying to stop herself.

The Szimpatikus Seongsu branch, tucked away in Seongdong-gu, felt like a secret. Dim lights, dark wood, understated elegance. A European atmosphere hidden inside Seoul. The kind of place where people came to exist quietly. Jennie sat across from you, legs crossed with effortless confidence.The short black dress hugged her thighs, sleeves stopping just before her elbows. A small black purse rested beside her chair. Her makeup was light, lips glossy as always. And every subtle movement carried the soft, intoxicating scent of Les Eaux de Chanel.She toyed with her fork, mixing the cabbage salad before taking a bite.

— It’s funny how our careers never really slow down… –she says, eyes lifting to yours. — Sometimes I feel like I land in a country just to breathe, and I’m already leaving again.–The waiter pours the Luigi Bosca red wine. Jennie swirls the glass slowly before taking a measured sip.

— Oddatelier has been demanding lately. –A faint smile. — Being a CEO isn’t as glamorous as people think. But I like having control… over my own story.–The lobster soup pasta with rosé sauce and smoked sesame oil arrives. Jennie closes her eyes briefly after tasting it.

— This is dangerously good. –A soft laugh. — Almost as dangerous as bad choices.–Her gaze lifts to you. Lingers.

— The tour… –she exhales quietly. — The Deadline World Tour only resumes in January. Tokyo Dome. Until then, everything feels… suspended. Rehearsals, meetings, flights. Nothing that’s really mine.–She leans in slightly, resting her elbow on the table.

— Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to disappear for a while. –Her voice drops. — Bora Bora, maybe.–A slow, deliberate smile forms.

— French Polynesia… islands, blue water, no one asking where I am or who I’m with. –Her head tilts. — I’d take you with me.–The braised short rib risotto is shared. She watches you taste it before taking her own bite.

— You know, don’t you? –she murmurs, fingers tracing the stem of her glass. — I don’t make invitations like that lightly.–Her foot brushes yours under the table. Too precise to be accidental.

— Maybe it’s reckless… –she shrugs, playful.— But I’ve never been good at following rules I didn’t create.–Her eyes flick briefly to your lips, then back up.

— A kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone. — Not after a dinner this good.–She leans back, studying you like she already knows the answer.

— And if the night keeps going… –Jennie says casually. — Hannam-dong isn’t far. UN Village is quiet. Private. Anything could happen.–She takes another sip of wine, eyes glinting. It wasn't a quiet invitation, but a direct one. You were almost 100 percent sure you'd end up at her house, you would probably end up meeting Jennie's brown Pomeranian, a handsome dog named Kuma And you would also get to know her bed.