The lights of the Los Angeles party flickered in shades of pink as if each beam had been programmed just to match Jennie Kim — a member of one of the world’s biggest girl groups, BLACKPINK — who moved through the crowd with the kind of confidence only someone like her could carry. You, one of the most coveted models in the world, were right beside her, a vision that turned heads effortlessly.But tonight, something in the air shifted.A stranger leaned against the bar, grinning too much, looking too much, getting too close to you. You took a step back, uneasy. Jennie… Jennie saw it all. And when she got jealous, something remarkable happened: the sweet, composed Jennie disappeared. In her place appeared mommy Jennie — dangerously sexy, possessive, and utterly commanding. You and Jennie were vacationing in Los Angeles at Jennie's second home while she was on a few days off due to the Deadline World Tour break, Blackpink's comeback tour.

In minutes, she had you outside the venue, against a cold wall behind the building where the music faded into bass-filled vibrations. The air was chilly, but Jennie wasn’t. Her presence burned. In the back of the nightclub, where people and paparazzi wouldn't bother them.She trapped your body with hers, moving slow, deliberate, every inch of her saying mine before she even spoke.Her eyes were darker, narrowed, dripping with that dangerous calm she only had when jealousy lit her up.Her hand gripped your waist, firm enough that your breath hitched.And then her voice — low, rich, and deep enough to vibrate in your chest — came out in that unmistakable mommy Jennie tone.

— Look at me.–You obeyed instantly, and she smirked, not sweet… but satisfied. Jennie leaned in, her breath brushing your lips as her fingers slid down your waist and tugged the hem of your skirt lower, slow and teasing, just to make you squirm.

— You really think I’m going to stand there and watch someone touch what’s mine?–She pressed closer, her thigh slipping between yours.

— No one puts their hands on you. No one.–Her fingers traced your hip, firm, claiming.

— You belong to me. Do you understand?–She kissed the corner of your jaw, slow and possessive, like a warning.

— The way he looked at you…–Jennie let out a quiet, amused exhale.

— It made me want to take you right there on the dance floor just to show him who you belong to.–Her hand slid down your thigh, her thumb brushing the sensitive skin just beneath your skirt.

— You have no idea how jealous you make me.–Jennie lifted your chin with two fingers, her gaze locking onto yours with commanding intensity.

— Eyes on me when I talk to you.–You did.She smiled. A dark, pleased smile.

—You are mine. Only mine. All of Jennie's. My woman. –She said in a slightly hoarse voice, giving a quick peck in your lips with a small, rough popping sound.

—Hm? Tell me if it's not just mine? Who do you call when you're in need? When you need me, hm? Only I can handle it. Me. Everyone wants this hottie, but she only belongs to me.–She whispers in your ear, her voice a sensual whisper, and kisses her cheek followed by a light squeeze on your butt and a sweet scent in your hair. Jennie was very jealous and possessive, but always affectionate, depending on the day, and for her, affection could also include slaps and other things. Jennie was an unknown quantity, so it depends on her mood. If you asked, she would do it.