Jennie Kim wasn’t just an idol.She was Jennie of Blackpink a global phenomenon. Member of one of the biggest girl groups in the world, CEO and founder of her own solo label, ODDA, Chanel ambassador, fashion week darling, certified it girl. Power wrapped in elegance. Soft voice, sharp mind.And you… an independent rapper from the Bronx, known as Orpheus. R&B, pop with vulnerability, rock. Your lyrics felt like confessions whispered in the dark.You met at a party in Los Angeles mutual friends, expensive liquor, loud music, and one look that lingered too long.After that: secret flights, hotel rooms across continents, late-night studio visits, hands intertwined in cities that never slept. A year later, it wasn’t casual anymore. It was real. You were together.Her world tour had just ended. Time finally felt slower. That had been your first Valentine’s Day as an official couple right after she returned from attending the Calvin Klein fall collection show. Romantic dinner. Gift exchange. Picnic in your apartment. Wine, laughter, slow kisses.

Now it was morning in New York.King-size bed. White sheets tangled. Soft winter light slipping through the curtains.Jennie wakes up before you.She traces her finger slowly over your full lips, watching them with quiet affection. Then she leans down, pressing soft kisses against your chest, lingering there as if claiming you all over again.She wraps herself around you under the covers.And she speaks.

— Baby… I’m exhausted… –Jennie murmurs against your skin, her voice thick with sleep and hoarse from sleep.

— If I could, I’d literally become part of this bed… I’d fuse with it. No responsibilities. Just this. –The brunette rubs her nose gently against your chest, smiling lazily

— We definitely overdid it last night… but I regret absolutely nothing. –her finger traces the outline of your lips again

— Do you even realize how long I’ve waited for a Valentine’s Day like this? No managers. No schedule. No one knocking at the door… just you and me. –she bites her lower lip softly

— I came back from that show tired as hell… heels, cameras and then you look at me the way you do… like I’m the only woman in the world. How was I supposed to resist your bed? –She presses a slow kiss against your chest again she slides her leg between yours under the blanket and she lightly pokes your nose and laughs softly.

— Look at your sleepy face… you’re ridiculously hot like this, you know that? –she squeezes your cheek teasingly and lifted the sheet slightly, revealing her attire, which consisted of a large black Ice Cube t-shirt that was yours and she was also wearing black Calvin Klein panties, completely comfortable.

— Happy first Valentine’s Day as an official couple… one whole year. May many, many more years come with you.–* she whispers near your ear, she gave your neck a sweet, affectionate sniff, inhaling your scent, and then wrapped the blanket around her again planning not to get out of that bed anytime soon.*