♡% . . . ❀ ❜ a celebrity character inspired by the many rumors and things heard of jennie kim.
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♡% . . . ❀ ❜ a celebrity character inspired by the many rumors and things heard of jennie kim.
a collection of industry chaos and rich girl problems. by m.
twitter / carrd ( read for plots, disclaimer, stats & about )

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“I’m going to love you. You don’t have to love me back. But I’m going to love you with my whole heart. And even if you break my heart, I will always wish the best for you. I’ll love you for me, not for you. Because love is a flower growing in my heart, and if my heart chooses to grow a blue flower for you, I will trust my heart. So I love you. Even if you don’t love me back.”
— blueemelancholia (via wnq-writers)
25th may, 2022. 22:11.
it’s cloudy. the summer-air outside hot and stuffy, but inside the ventilated apartment she covers up in a cropped cardigan for extra warmth. air always clean, easy to breathe, dogs playing with each other and it’s like she is 14 again.
if ignoring how it has been a month since her last dinner at home, and how it hadn’t precisely gone well. that time over a hair color and the rumors carried home after coachella. now? she’s called into the living room by her father, somehow a similarity with how she got called into the office at the company building. but worse.
....exactly like being 14 again.
24th april, 2022. 18:22.
’he’s angry because this could compromise things for him at work...’
the half-whispered reassurance sounds more like it’s uttered to justify her father, who just slammed a door shut on the way to the in-home office, rather than something meant to comfort jennie.
the kitchen table doesn’t feel like *home* today. or maybe too much like home.
5 fine things.
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EMOTIONS / FEELINGS / TRAITS:
passionate, lost, dreamy, rebellious, restless
GREETINGS:
hugs tight enough to make up for times of distance, excitement implied through loud chatter and endless smiles between laughter. the air warm, long nights and palm trees reminding of the freedom with being far from the country she calls home.
drowning eyes, whether from tears or wine ; an empty bottle on the table and glances towards the night-sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows of an artsy townhouse, phone on silent, the house equally so - until the right text is received, and the softest ’hi’ is exchanged over a call.
clothes more expensive than a months rent. a sigh falls when camera flashes fade out behind tinted car-windows. a nod towards the front seat where her manager sits, the knowing smile before asking if she wants to go to that one place. the answer is always yes.
feet over hardwood floors, steps light, arms draped around a set of shoulders and the question of what will be for breakfast.
white sheets soft upon skin when rolling over, closer to a source of warmth, and there’s a half-whispered good morning on a cloudy sunday morning.
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#87CEEB/ #B8BEC3 / #F8D3A2 / #841922 / #D0D9D4 skyblue, cloud gray, sunset peach, ruby red, blue flower

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POWERS - Heavy
❪ 어디에? ❫ paris : before fashionweek.
she sets foot in france during early saturday evening, local time. like every visit ( even the unannounced ones where her travel information is leaked ), there are fans waiting. but.. the public exit of the airport goes by avoided ; not from anxiety or fear of crowds this time around, instead, it’s because of secrets, and her arm is linked with another one. a sight that has the manager shaking their head while jennie is all jetlag and smiles.
I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.
Camryn Pulaski (via theaftrparties)
"i think the beauty of nature is something that cannot be replaced. not only from the blue scenery you take in by your eyes, but also from the sound you hear once you step on snow, and that feeling of crisp air. (in moments like those) i feel like everything in me is healing by itself. i got energized by nature and made myself a promise for the new year.”
Q. what was your promise? february is a good time to make some late new year’s resolutions.
‘let’s put more time towards a healthy body and mind.’ that’s my priority for this year. in terms of work, i also have the desire to show more of my growth than last year. but above all i want to see fans and meet them in person as soon as possible.
Q. in life there’s things that cannot be solved even if trying to. sometimes it feels hopeless / like it’s out of your hands, how does jennie handle such a situation?
even in such a situation i tend to do my utmost and try my very hardest, so i don’t have any regrets. if i can’t solve it after doing everything in my power then i have to put significance into my efforts and the process itself, and accept the outcome. even if i can’t just forget it like nothing happened.
Q. is there a specific moment that makes you realize ‘i value this person and we’re really close’? explain jennie’s way of expressing affection
i tend to be very shy. but when i’ve gotten to know somebody we naturally joke around a lot! i also become very attentive and dedicate myself to taking care of them, and generously try to shower them in my affection.
Q. do you agree with the saying that ‘life is short’? time can pass by quickly yet it can also flow slowly
normally the saying ‘life is short’ didn’t resonate with me. but when suddenly entering into 2022 i thought time had been going by really fast. i guess that’s why i keep making promises/goals for myself ; i should do my best so i can live every moment without regret.
Do you think of me? Happy Birthday.
받는 사람: unknown sender
jennierubyjane who ? should i be? or should you be on my mind? these things matter, somehow, somewhere. regardless.. thanks for the bday wishes, hope your day was warm even if seoul was snowysnowy and cold :)

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2021 ended, not how she envisioned it. for good and bad. but also not awfully. perhaps she carries a heart filled with more thorns, or a tired one that’s still soft like a bruised peach. but there are hints of sunshine on most of the cloudy days.
after returning from LA late 2021 she had barely been home, or.. at her own home, that is. her instagram feed not sporting one single picture taken from inside the spacious UN Village house since september. not intentionally avoiding it, but moreso that days ( and nights ) passed in the company building in means of finding distractions, or otherwise at her favourite place ( where the boy with the fluffy hair and many fisherman hats and seoul’s brightest smile can be found )
a lost bank card before christmas, excuses - even if she did lose it. and a few days turned into longer. ‘told you this would happen!’ because he offered, and she knows no place she would rather be. small touches of hers since then left behind in his hiding place ; a lego gift from spring last year, a bear candle, some clothes, her perfume lingering, new kitchen stuff ( god knows he needs them ), extra bowls for her dogs - and memories from existing side by side.
the nights not ending at their own little hideaway from the world? occasionally spent in the company of a friend, but more often with the sunrise greeted from yg entertainment. inspired by close friends - and him - she is found in the dance practice room, bothering the dancers and trying to keep up with whatever they’re practicing. unless she feels sweet, then she will send a text and ask for a song recommendation.
an overall lack of professional direction still hanging like a heavy shadow over her head, and when 2022 begins over a year has passed since their last group release.
jennie is lost, not just artistically.
contemplating whatever may come. changes for the 2023 contracts. or should they run? unless it was a mistake. all the years spent training, 6 years into their careers, and she can’t do or explore what she loves.
[ jennie plans to put focus on physical and mental health in 2022 ] reads some headlines quoting the magazine of her first photoshoot of the year.
hasn’t she always? the many public wishes of getting closer to happiness, of better health .. sometimes she blames herself ; perhaps she isn’t strong enough and that is the reason why blackpink is lacking music, promotions, creative freedom? it can be her fault.
so maybe, maybe it is a mistake. not a life for her. maybe she should follow suit of the many friends who have found meaning outside of music, in love, family, marriages. investments into their futures. the simple yet rare happiness. she wouldn’t be so useless anymore.
she thinks of the boy with her favourite oversized blazers ( they aren’t oversized, in truth they fit him perfectly, she’s just tiny ) and the yacht inspired sofa. irony, because a long time ago she found a french movie on netflix, about a yacht boy and a chanel girl, and they had seen it separately over late-night messages. jennie wasn’t yet aware of the sofa being inspired by a yacht, but perhaps he had been?
and she wonders, if one day, he would disappear alongside her. find something happier, more meaningful than the bright lights and loud cheers, something that could last longer than the both of them may, and add a meaning that isn’t so temporary in this world where most things are. let’s go, if it’s the two of us, it’d be worth it, right? each time so honest and serious, each time hidden behind a melodic voice which offers him the chance to take it as a joke in case it’s better that way ( she wants only the best for him )
perhaps they’re both bruised peaches.
like that time in november, with a request for him to heal a deeper wound, but without the direct explanation that it’s there, how deeply it sometimes consumes her, or why. a ghost from the past, following her around, fed by similarities and situations long vowed to never be repeated.
and perhaps there is something funny in it, where she seeks out that boy to fix it. ( there’s options, but they aren’t him, and jennie wanders towards dreams, not opportunities ) even with the awareness of him being made out to be a bad guy, and the awareness of her being made out to be equally bad. yet it doesn’t matter in the slightest. there is something so safe in taking the most vulnerable part and giving it to him - as if it would make no sense for anyone else to see or even know of it in its entirety. because who else could handle it so gently, understand the seriousness behind it, yet offer a small smile or meet her gaze with amusement behind the own one so it lightens up the situation enough? no one, only him.
trust. a strange thing. still she paints the issue in a softer color than entirely truthful. not because she fears he would find it pitiful, but rather the opposite ; that he would find it sad, concerning, carry too much of it. or drown with her.
so teach me. she told him that one night, always all soft and melodic, like it would be a game between the two of them rather than this very sincere request for his help. but that’s jennie and the fear of giving away too much control, in case it’s mishandled, or tossed aside, in case she is met with criticism or seen as lacking. ( refusal to even let the idol contract control her life, can’t give away too much, just to be broken. )
yet it’s exactly what she offered him: full control.
and jennie can’t recall the last time she dared to do that much, or if ever before met with a situation where able to say ‘please take this, i only trust you with it.’
january 17, 4:14am.
what if we run away? would you love me whole? would you share your secrets with me? we could spend nights making mischief. if i could run away with you, i bet i could make you say my name like no one else’s. i bet i could make you hear your name like never before. and then every night in a different hotel room, you could drown out the feeling that won’t leave us. with me by your side, i could see myself becoming something to you. a part that always fits.
HAPPY JENNIE DAY: jen's birthday plan
Q. where do you want to spend your birthday? home
Q. jen's birthday look of choice in warm/cozy knitwear..? ><
Q. food you want to eat on your birthday seaweed soup
Q. words that you want to hear the most on your birthday happy birthday ♡.♡
TO BLINK: blinks♡ this year i was once again able to spend the birthday warmly with a lot of your congratulations :) i'm always so grateful for the happy memories created with blinks. always thankful and i miss you from jendeuk♡
thank you to blinks around the world for letting me have a happy day by sending so much of your love 🖤💕 another year has now passed, but i'm happily thinking of us all getting closer. i hope we can stay healthy even through another year, and that you will see more of blackpink's jendeukie. i'm forever grateful and thank you for each and every of your precious birthday messages celebrating this day with me. 👑💗
220112, instagram. jennierubyjane : a little trip to paris last year i havnt shared yet 🎈 jennierubyjane : 🌅
Let me love you like you need.
The Weeknd - Starry Eyes.

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things that can remind of an album.
from her favourite color - blue, and the many instagram captions with that same word, or how her group members reveal jennie suggested the name ‘blue’ for one of their pets ( but concluded it too gloomy ) or all the songs in which she carries the lines mentioning that same color.
smiles painted blue. and always waiting in a room with blue flowers. ( like those she receive each year on her birthday, a day now filled with memories of him )
or like the many nights of texting him ‘i feel blue’, ‘the blues got me’, ‘blue hours’, and him being there, ready to help, distract, or exist by her side while relating to it. as if it’s the only place in which she fully belongs.
like the fifteen-hour flights taken as if it’s the most everyday thing in the world, driven by the smallest ’are you coming back soon?’
and there is peach colored skies with clouds close to resembling a thin layer of whipped cream, kisses hot like the california summer, or the color of her lipstick which occasionally leaves behind the slightest hint of peach on his skin or white tees - matched by that same soft tone on her cheeks.
or blue like two weeks in paris, where jennie didn’t do much but mourn the loss of what felt like a part of her soul - him. the loneliest time of this year, a time she still can’t say much about. when even coming home couldn’t cure it. ( just how nothing else could when she had wished he was there to hold her, while buried in hotel-standard sheets and tears ) a summer with the one aim of acting upon self-destructive tendencies to numb whatever pain was left, or fill others with joy or hope where she thought she couldn’t find any for herself.
times spent missing him, but still filled with fears of being pushed aside again. just like in paris ; she didn’t dare reach for him. but there was nothing she would have rather done.
or a dark blue ( sometimes light ) like the vast universe with its stars and endless possibilities ( and jennie’s wishes ). or the river at night, when the moon dances over its waves and they can’t sleep. jennie about to ask him something right then, but it fades into jokes about escaping the country and french vanilla ice cream.
it warms the empty part inside of her, she wants to disappear with him.
( afterwards she responds to an interview by saying that to find peace she prefers walking by the river and feeling the breeze. he’s the person she did that with. )
vanilla like the lip balms she collects, many flavored for the amusement of having him guess which one it is this time. or like the candles in her villa - sandalwood and vanilla, smoked vanilla and tuberose, burnt cherry and vanilla. each a mood of their own, from sweet to alluring.
or like their first kiss, in the midst of decorating a cake with vanilla flavored whipped cream. her face warmer than the sunny day outside, but the request following very straightforward ’i want one more, can i have one?’
and now? always wanting one more. and another one, after the next one.
or a hungover day, with still-chilly air brushing over seoul. the sun shining in through the curtains, she’s in the bath and he holds a towel to wrap her up in. ‘oh please. you wouldn’t dare look.’ he does. ‘i’m not that nice of a guy, jennie.’
it almost feels like spring that one day, with shared laughter between small kisses, magic tricks and references to a french movie about yacht boys and chanel girls.
a kiss meant to silence whatever self-insulting comment that slips his lips : reassure, disagree with the statement. you’re enough, i think you’re enough. wandering kisses drifting into exhaled prayers, names exchanged in whispers - she’s watched by his curious eyes, and once meeting them jennie knows: the boy with the proudest smile already means the world to her. i’d do anything for you.
and somehow she belongs to him at that moment, entirely so. it lingers, throughout it all.