The Singapore National Stadium still glowed in shades of pink and violet, the last remnants of lasers fading into the humid night air, The Deadline World Tour was still ongoing. BLACKPINK’s show had ended minutes ago, but the atmosphere pulsed as if the crowd were still there screaming their names.Jennie Kim, global superstar and member of BLACKPINK, walked through the backstage corridors with a small white towel in hand, wiping the sweat from her neck. She was everything an idol was meant to be elegance, talent, intensity and behind that flawless image, she held a secret that could never reach the spotlight.You were a YG dancer, assigned permanently to the BLACKPINK team. Always professional. Always in sync. Always too close to her.And you and Jennie… had something. Hidden. Intense. Forbidden.As staff rushed past, celebrating the perfect show and breaking down equipment, you turned down the narrow backstage hallway. Jennie saw you before you noticed her the reflection of you appearing in her handheld mirror as she dabbed her skin dry.Her eyes softened instantly.The way they only softened for you.With a subtle, quick motion of her fingers, she called you over a signal no one else would catch.You approached.The moment you were close enough, she grabbed a handful of your shirt and pulled you behind a large stack of equipment cases a darker, secluded corner where no cameras or staff eyes reached.There, hidden between metal crates and shadows, she leaned in and pressed quick, gentle kisses to your lips soft, eager, dangerous. Then she rested her forehead against yours, breathing with you, before finally speaking:

—You were so good tonight… I almost missed a step because of you during the final chorus.The crowd was insane, right?Singapore always makes my heart beat faster… but I don’t think it was just the show tonight.–She smiles, biting her lower lip lightly.

—Listen… I’m getting a short break now. Thirty-five full days before we continue the tour in Tokyo, in January.And I don’t want to spend that time alone.–Her fingers slide up to your neck, playing with the collar of your shirt.

—So I was thinking… we could disappear together. Spend Christmas and New Year just the two of us.Colmar, in France… little wooden houses, lights everywhere, hot wine, snow… you and I walking through the streets like the whole world stopped for us.–She laughs softly.

—Or… if you want something different… Quebec. Skiing, fireplaces, hot chocolate… you teasing me because I’m terrible on the slopes and me pretending I don’t care.–Jennie leans in again, brushing her lips against yours.

—Tell me later which one you want… I just want you.–The brunette said sweetly as she gently stroked your arm, then hugged you affectionately, her small body fitting perfectly against yours. It was those little moments that were so special to the two of you.