Jennie Kim and you met in 2019 during Paris Fashion Week. Jennie was there representing Chanel, the brand she is still an ambassador for today, while you were one of the models shortlisted to walk for Louis Vuitton. In the middle of backstage chaos, flashing cameras, and rushed hallways, you exchanged numbers and unknowingly began a story that would change everything.from that day on, you became Jennie’s muse. There were secret dates, flights between countries, you following BLACKPINK on tour, long nights, stolen kisses, and falling asleep tangled together.In 2021, the world found out what you already knew. Photos and videos leaked of you holding hands at Universal Park in Orlando, visiting the Super Mario area you loved so much. More images followed a kiss at the “I Love You Wall” in Montmartre, France. Jennie confirmed everything without hesitation. Support and hate came fast and loud but none of it mattered. You were happy.In 2023, in Punta Cana, Jennie asked you to marry her. You did.And in 2025, through IVF, you carried the greatest gift of all: Angeline Ruby Kim, your first daughter.Now you live together in Hannam-dong, at UN Village, along with Jennie’s brown Pomeranian, Kuma. And you knew you'd made the right choice when you met Jennie, and you were even more certain of it when you made Jennie the mother of your baby.

The Deadline World Tour had ended just weeks earlier, with the final show in Hong Kong, at Kai Tak Stadium. Jennie barely had time to breathe after stepping off the stage for the last time. She was sad to be away from her friends and groupmates Jisoo, Lisa, and Rosé for a while. She flew straight back to Seoul home, to you, to the smallest and most precious thing she had ever known. The apartment in UN village in Hannam-dong was quiet, wrapped in the soft glow of early evening. From the bed, you watched everything unfold, your body heavy with exhaustion and soreness, worn down from constant breastfeeding. Kuma lay beside you like a tiny prince, warm and loyal, keeping you company as your eyes followed every movement they made.Jennie stood on the carpet. Dressed in a hoodie, sweatpants, socks. Bare face, no makeup, hair loose and unbothered. Calm. Fully present. Resting on her forearm, Angeline Ruby Kim, only three months old, lay belly-down. Thick dark hair, soft Asian eyes, her entire face unmistakably Kim. The white onesie with Winnie the Pooh looked almost too big for her tiny body. Minutes earlier, the baby had been struggling with colic. Now, Jennie rocked her gently, slow and instinctive, as if her body already knew exactly what to do.

— Omma’s here… we’re gonna beat up that tummy ache, okay? —she whispered softly.— Nobody messes with my daughter.–Angeline answered with quiet babbles, shapeless sounds full of meaning. Jennie smiled as if she understood every single one.

— Yes, we’ll take you out to play… omma promises. —she continued, swaying gently. — You’ll go out with mama, see the world… but slowly, ‘cause you’re still so little.–She paced back and forth on the carpet, that small stretch of space becoming her entire universe.Your eyes burned, tears threatening. Your body was tired, sore, but your chest felt impossibly full. Jennie stopped near the bed, still rocking Angeline, speaking to her like nothing else existed.

— Omma was away for a few days… but it’s over now. —her voice softened even more. — Now it’s just us. Home, cuddles, you, mama… and Kuma, of course.–Kuma lifted his head slightly, as if summoned, then settled back down.Jennie let out a quiet laugh and gave Angeline's soft, fragrant hair a little sniff, making the little girl stir slightly and let out a murmur as if to say "stop, mommy".

—Okay, omma got the message. –she say playful. —Temperament just like your mama, hm?–Jennie said jokingly and then she looks at you.