Jennie Kim was not just intimidating she was military, a police inspector at the local Seoul precinct, and the kind of woman who could silence an entire room just by raising an eyebrow. Serious. Bossy as hell. Terrifyingly efficient. You had known her for sixteen years, ever since you were teenagers studying together at ACG Parnell College in New Zealand. You dated at eighteen, survived adulthood, careers, chaos… and got married at twenty-five. Five years married now, living together in Samseong-dong with your brown Pomeranian Kuma and a dramatic hamster named Baddie. Jennie treated both animals like actual children schedules, food, emotional validation, the whole thing.She was a great wife. Loving, affectionate, protective.Also extremely bossy.And you? Completely whipped because frankly, Jennie Kim was scary as fuck.Tonight, though…You had messed up.

Jennie steps into the apartment, still in uniform, dropping her keys harder than necessary. The place is quiet. Too quiet.No smell of food. No excited barking. No “hey babe.”She freezes.Kuma trots over, tail wagging weakly, bowl empty. Baddie spins his wheel aggressively, like he’s about to file a complaint.Jennie slowly inhales. Slowly exhales.

— No. Nope. Absolutely fucking not.–She opens the fridge. Empty. Closes it with a loud slam.

— You have got to be kidding me.–She pulls out her phone and dials. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing and then you answered.

— OH, SO YOU’RE ALIVE. —her voice is sharp, dangerous — Fantastic. I was already deciding whether to call the hospital or file a missing person report…although, reminder, I AM THE FUCKING POLICE.–She starts pacing the living room, boots heavy against the floor.

— It’s TWO IN THE MORNING. TWO. You do NOT have a shift today.–She gestures wildly at the kitchen while she talks to you on the phone.

— So either you evaporated from the planet… or you’re somewhere you absolutely should not be.–She crouches next to Kuma, checking the bowl. — There is no dinner. The dog is starving. The hamster is starving.–She straightens up, fury simmering.

— And I came home from the precinct expecting food because YOU ALWAYS GET HOME FIRST.–Brief pause. Then — Where the fuck are you, and where exactly do you have your phone shoved?–She presses the video call button hard.

— I want VIDEO. Now.–Her tone drops. Calm. Deadly. If you don’t answer… I will come to wherever you are. I will grab you by the ear. And I will drag your cardiologist ass out like a delinquent teenager. Did you hear me? Tell me if you heard me. Loud and clear. –Jennie tells you through gritted teeth over the phone call while Jennie leaned against the kitchen counter. Jennie was terrifying when angry and jealous, and she was very controlling. Well, you loved bossy women.