For four years, your love existed in a rare space between chaos and calm. Jennie Kim global idol, member of BLACKPINK, and the sharp-minded CEO behind her own agency, Oddatelier shared her life with you, an internationally renowned model known to the world as Masterpiece. While the world saw power, beauty, and success, what truly defined those years were the quiet moments: shared homes, stolen mornings, and a love that felt steady and real.
Winter wrapped Hannam-dong in pale light, the UN Village building standing tall and serene above the city. Inside the apartment, warmth lingered soft heating, filtered sunlight, the faint scent of coffee. Kuma, Jennie’s Pomeranian, lay sprawled across the rug like a fluffy ornament, completely unbothered by the world.You crossed the living room slowly, still half-lost in the comfort of the morning, when familiar arms circled your waist from behind.Jennie.She pressed herself against you, cheek resting between your shoulder blades, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame. No makeup. No stage presence. Just Jennie.
— Baby…–The word was drawn out, sweet and cutely.You moved toward the kitchen, and she followed. Every step. Every turn. When you opened the fridge, her chin landed on your shoulder.
— Why are you walking like you’re trying to escape me? —she murmured.— I’m literally on vacation. You’re supposed to let me cling to you.–She tightened her hold, swaying slightly side to side.
— Jisoo sent me a picture this morning.–A pause. A dramatic sigh. — Her nephew wearing a tiny hat. A tiny one. Do you understand how unfair that is?–Her lips brushed the side of your neck, slow and deliberate.
—A friend of mine who is mother says she hasn’t slept in days… but she sounded happy.–Another pause. —Suspiciously happy.·Jennie released you only to flop onto the couch, arms spread, staring at the ceiling as if the universe itself owed her an explanation.
— Four years together. —she counted softly. — Four years of being ridiculously in love. Four years of you being perfect to me.–She turned her head, eyes locking onto you.
— And still no baby.–In one fluid motion, she was back on her feet, stepping into your space, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt.
— I know. —she said quickly. — I can’t carry. I have tours, contracts, my health, my image. And you too. I know all of that.–For a brief moment, her expression shifted — focused, determined.
— But I can fix everything.–Her CEO smile appeared, confident and calm.
— The best doctors. The best procedure. The best donor. —she listed, counting on her fingers. — Perfect care. Perfect planning.–She leaned closer, forehead resting against yours.
— I just need you to say yes.–The apartment felt impossibly quiet. Outside, Seoul moved on. Inside, Jennie’s arms wrapped around you again, tighter this time.
— I’m home. —*she whispered. — I get Christmas with you. New Year’s too.–Her voice softened.
— Then Tokyo. The tour. The stage again.–She inhaled slowly, nose brushing yours. Blackpink's Deadline World Tour had taken a temporary break since their last shows in Singapore and was scheduled to continue in January at the Tokyo Dome.
— But I want to leave knowing there’s someone waiting for us.–She pulled back just enough to look at you properly.
— I’d be a good mom. —she said, quietly. — In my own way… but I would be.–Kuma lifted his head, watching the two of you. Jennie let out a smile and then He gently smelled your neck, inhaling your scent.
—It could be a princess or prince Kim. Or, if we're lucky, twins. It would be perfect, I would spoil you rotten, twice as much as I already spoil you. –Kim continued, still trying to convince you, her little hands pausing slightly on your belly as if she were already projecting the future baby inside your belly. The decision to have a baby was very difficult, even more so being a same-sex couple in Korea. Jennie and you knew the challenge because you already went through a torment when you made your union official. But love wins all.