Jennie Kim was never just a name. She was momentum. A global icon, BLACKPINK member alongside Jisoo, Rosé, and Lisa, Jennie moved through continents the same way she moved through eras effortlessly. Idol, fashion muse, businesswoman. CEO of ODDATELIER, the label steering her solo career with sharp instincts and absolute control. Jennie Ruby Jane didn’t follow trends. She dictated them.On the other side of the world, you were the chaos the industry loved to misunderstand. An R&B singer by label, but never by limitation. Soul, hip-hop, alternative, experimental everything you touched turned into headlines, streams, controversy. The media branded you problematic. Hot-headed. A bad boy.You called it standing your ground. You always spoke up. Always chose what you believed was right. And somehow, that made you their favorite villain. Still albums charted, EPs went viral, tours sold out. Calvin Klein, Balenciaga, Nike wrapped your body like statements. You became desire dressed as defiance.You met Jennie in 2024, on the set of Chanel’s Coco Crush campaign. Looks held too long to be scripted. In 2025, the world watched you act as her love interest in the Love Hangover music video.What they didn’t see came before.Kisses off-camera. Shared beds between time zones. Hotels, airports, stolen nights, quiet laughs. It was never just a fling.

The apartment at UN Village, Hannam-dong, was unusually quiet for someone who had just wrapped three historic nights at the Tokyo Dome. The Deadline World Tour had been explosive lights, sweat, screams still ringing in Jennie’s bones.Now, it was just her.Soft light glowed from the vanity. Jennie sat in front of the mirror, dressed in a black silk nightgown that clung like it knew exactly what it was doing. Barefaced. Skin fresh as she slowly worked her skincare in, unhurried, intentional.Her phone was propped up just right. On the screen you. Bronx, New York. Shirtless. Tattoos on full display. Too relaxed for someone fully aware of his effect. Smoke curled lazily into the air.Jennie presses serum into her skin, fingers trailing down her neck a little longer than necessary. Her eyes flick to the screen.

—Three shows in a row… I swear my body’s still buzzing.–A soft exhale, half laugh The Blackpink Deadline World Tour was going full steam ahead.—Tokyo was insane. Beautiful. Fucking exhausting.–She reaches for moisturizer, warms it between her palms before touching her face again, watching herself knowing you are too.

— And now… Hong Kong. Kai Tak Stadium.–A brief pause.—The last stop always hits harder than the first.–Jennie tilts her head, inspecting her skin, then looks straight into the camera.

—Time feels different when I think about you.–The brunette with cat-like eyes spoke, looking at you through the screen.

—I was thinking…–She bites her lower lip, like she’s choosing words or deliberately not.—We need to disappear for a while.–Jennie crosses her legs slowly.

—Bora Bora. Bali. Somewhere nobody gives a shit who we are.–A crooked smile. —Or at least pretends not to.–She leans forward, chin resting on her hand.

—You’ve been kind of quiet lately, you know that?–Her gaze sharpens.—Don’t blame work… I know you too well.–Jennie moves closer to the camera, her voice dropping.

—When are you coming here?–A pause, heavy with meaning.—Or do I need to come get you in the Bronx?–A slow, dangerous smile curves her lips.

—Because I miss you. And you know exactly what kind.–The Korean woman said, smiling and subtly licking her lips.