âWatch Over Meâ Jennie x reader (female reader)
Summary: After a frightening incident at a Blackpink concert, someone is placed near Jennie to protect her. Hidden in plain sight, their quiet presence starts to stir feelings she didnât expect. In a world of fame and danger, can love quietly bloom in the shadows?
Authorâs note: Hey guys let me know what you think about this. :) Should I continue to chapter 2?
Chapter 1:
The sharp clacking of her heels echoed across the floor, loud enough to make everyone around her turn. Still, Jennie didnât slow down. Her hurried steps never missed a beat as she tried to steady her breathing, forcing herself to hide the nervousâalmost frightenedâexpression tugging at her face. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her torso. Suddenly she felt so small, like a child wanting to run from the nightmares that had been haunting her. She needed comfort. She needed safety.
She kept her gaze lowered, only then realizing she was still clutching the microphone. It slipped from her hand before she could react, clattering loudly against the floor. Her breath hitched. Her chest tightened. Her palms grew damp with panic.
Behind her, Blackpinkâs crew rushed forward, their steps quick and purposeful as they moved to support her and guide her back to her room.
She couldnât believe itâof all moments, it had finally happened during their world tour concert. Ever since the group rose to fame, the âwhat ifsâ had quietly lingered in the back of her mind. And now, one of them had come true.
Jennie had been receiving hateful comments for years. She wasnât naĂŻve; she saw what people said about her online. She knew every cruel word, every rumor, every accusation. She simply chose to focus on the fans who loved her, choosing to ignore the hostility as best as she could.
But the fear never fully left her.
There wasnât a single performance where she didnât worry about her safety.
What if a fake fan rushed the stage and tackled her to the ground?
What if someone in the crowd threw something meant to hurt her?
The questions haunted her, clinging to her like shadows she could never outrun.
âI need some time alone, please.â Jennieâs voice quivered as she spoke, trying desperately to keep her emotions steady and not sound ungrateful to the crew hovering behind her. She opened the door, slipped inside, and quickly locked it behind her. Only then did she finally allow the tears to fall. Her breathing turned heavy as she slid down to the floor, quietly sobbing into the silence of the room.
Jennie was mature enough to understand that you canât please everyone. No one in this world is liked by allânot even ordinary people are spared from criticism or negativity in their own neighborhoods or workplaces. It just happened that Jennie was famous⌠and she was painfully aware that half the world seemed to hate her.
But she couldnât stop the thought from surfacing.
âWhy do they hate me so much?â she whispered, her voice small and broken. She tried to steady her breathing as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, but it wasnât enough. Another tear slipped free, trailing down her face.
Suddenly, her phone began buzzing repeatedly from somewhere in the room. Jennie knew someone was calling. She pushed herself up from the floor and took a deep breath before reaching for the device. Her heart tightened when she saw her motherâs name on the screen. Swallowing hard, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Her manager must have called her mother. She was probably terrified for her daughter right now.
With shaking hands, Jennie pressed the answer button.
âHello, Mommy?â Jennie said softly, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
âJennie! Baby, are you alright? Oh my goshâtell me youâre fineâŚâ Her motherâs voice wrapped around her like warmth and safety, and as much as Jennie didnât want to seem weak, her composure immediately cracked.
âMommy⌠yes, Iâm fine.â She let out a small, shaky laugh while wiping her tears. âDonât worry, Iâm in my room right now. And Iâm not going back on stage to perform. I donât think I can face thousands of people right now. Iâm⌠scared.â Jennie closed her eyes, the honesty weighing heavy on her tongue.
âJennie, you donât have to,â her mother said firmly. âIâll call YG right now. Your life is important. Youâre my daughter, and I want you to stay inside that room. Let me do the talking.â Worry was laced in every word.
âMommy, please donâtââ
âJust let me speak to them. For now, calm yourself, drink some water, and try to relax. Got it?â
Jennie exhaled shakily as another tear slipped down her cheek.
The call didnât last long. When it ended, Jennie didnât know what else to do. From where she sat, she could still hear her bandmates singing and performing on stage. Of course the show had to go on. But Jennie couldnât decide whether she should step out and continue or stay where she was. The guilt gnawed at her. She kept thinking about her fans, their supportersâthe people who came to see them.
And she knew Jisoo, RosĂŠ, and Lisa must be worried sick. If they had the choice, they would abandon the performance in a heartbeat just to rush to her side and comfort her.
After an hour or two of debating whether she should return to the stage, Jennie finally swallowed her fear. She thought about their fansâabout the people who came to see themâand in the end, she chose to step out again. When she appeared under the lights, she tried her best to hide how uncomfortable she felt. A timid smile, her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze drifting down to her feet without her even realizing it.
But the moment her bandmates saw her, Jisoo, Lisa, and RosĂŠ immediately rushed to her. They pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping their arms around her as if shielding her from the world. The crowd erupted into cheers, chanting her name over and over. Jennie felt her chest tightenânot with fear this time, but with gratitude. Their support filled her with strength she didnât know she still had.
When the show ended, the four of them returned backstage, only to be met by the entire staffâthe crew, the security team, and all the YG personnel waiting inside the room.
âHow could you let this happen?â Lisaâs voice cut through the tense silence. âIâm sorry, but Iâm terribly mad! Jennie couldâve gotten seriously hurtâor worse!â Her tone was stern, her expression sharp as she faced the security team. âWe all have our jobs, our roles. Weâre a team, right? So what were you all doing?â Her voice rose, trembling with anger. âIt took you five minutes to react! Jennie was already on the ground with the attacker on top of her!â
Her frustration was undeniable. Jennie was like a sister to her. Lisa had always been fiercely protective of her membersâfrom the very beginningâand she would fight just as hard if the same thing had happened to Jisoo or RosĂŠ.
The room fell silent after Lisaâs outburst. No one dared to interrupt herânot when every word she spoke was justified.
One of the senior security officers finally stepped forward, bowing his head. âWe⌠we apologize,â he said, voice tight with shame. âThe attacker blended in with the VIP section. He had forged permissions, and we didnât realize it until it was too late. Thatâs on us.â
RosĂŠ clenched her jaw. âForged or not, he shouldnât have been close enough to touch her.â
Jisoo crossed her arms, her tone cold and controlled in a way that made even staff members straighten up. âWe trust you with our safety. Jennie trusts you. Today, that trust was broken.â
Jennie stood quietly between them, her fingers curled into her palms. She didnât want them fighting. She didnât want to be the reason the room felt like it was freezing over. But she also couldnât forget the weight of that strangerâs hands holding her down, the panic squeezing her lungs, the terror of not knowing what heâd next do.
âGirls, enough. Letâs all calm down.â One of YGâs head officers stepped forward, tension tightening his features as he tried to steady the atmosphere. âThe attacker has already been apprehended. I know how terrifying this must have beenâespecially for you, Jennie.â His voice gentled as his eyes rested on her. âYou can take your time. Perform only when youâre ready. Weâll handle the headlines and everything that comes with them.â
Then his expression hardened. He turned sharply toward the assigned security team.
âYou and the rest of the security detail are dismissed.â
A murmur of protest rose from the guards, but he didnât spare them so much as a second glance. Their pleas died in their throats as he faced Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, and RosĂŠ once more.
âGirls, weâll discuss this tomorrow. For now, go get some rest. Iâll take care of everything else. Iâll see you in the morning.â
*~*
Mrs. Kim was furious, her heart racing as she walked briskly down YGâs hallway. The moment she received the news about what had happened to her only daughter, Jennie Kim, she immediately booked a flight to Korea. She had been in New Zealand overseeing her familyâs business, but nothing was more important than her daughter. She hadnât informed Jennie about her visit. Instead, she emailed YGâs CEO, and after learning about the situation, he agreed to meet with her.
A security guard accompanied her, guiding her toward the CEOâs office. By then, headlines about the incident involving Blackpinkâs Jennie were already circulating everywhere.
As she walked, her mind raced with worst-case scenariosâespecially with the group set to begin their tour next month, not in Korea but abroad. The thought made her stomach twist. She was sick with worry, and she needed answers. Today, she was here to talk about Jennieâs safety and securityâno excuses, no delays.
Mr. Yang Min-suk sat across the table from Mrs. Kim, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken worry. A quiet moment passed between them as he flipped through the incident report from Blackpinkâs concert the previous night at Goyang Stadium. The girls had already emailed him, their concern for Jennieâs safety painfully clear.
âIâm sure youâre aware of what happened,â Mrs. Kim began, her voice steady but her hands tightly clasped together. âAs a mother, all I ask is to hire someone for Jennieâsomeone I trust, someone who can watch over her and report directly to me. Thatâs all I want. I will fight for this.â She drew a long breath. âI donât see anything wrong with my proposal. Just let this person work close to Jennie. She doesnât need to know. I know she wonât like the idea.â
Mr. Yang nodded slowly, understanding the weight of her fear. He gently pushed a cup of tea toward her, offering whatever comfort he could.
âI donât want to add more problems, Mrs. Kim,â he said softly. âAnd I see nothing wrong with your request. Jennie and the girls are very important to me. Iâm concerned about her safety as well. Sheâs been receiving a lot of hate lately.â He sighed, leaning back in his chair. âIâve already replaced the entire security team. Whoever you want to put on this job, just give me the name.â
He paused, thinking for a moment, then added, âPerhaps I can place this person as her assistant during the world tour. That way, theyâll be close enough to keep an eye on her without raising suspicion.â
Mrs. Kim finally let out a sigh of relief. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure. âThatâs all I want, Mr. Yang. However⌠can you promise me one thing?â she asked.
The CEO nodded.
âPlease donât mention any of this to Jennie. She doesnât like special treatment. Sheâll only feel embarrassed about it.â
Chapter 2 is here : https://www.tumblr.com/writersipsteasstuff/801531633753849856/watch-over-me-jennie-x-reader-female-reader










