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jennie knows that privacy isnāt something easily rewarded to those loved by many. y/n knows that with fame always comes with a price. finding love in the spotlight isnāt easy, but they just might be perfect for each other.
tw: implied sexual content
word count: 1261
previous
cool air twisted around the tall trees surrounding the bleak, gray building in front of jennie. if someone told her that the flashes from the cameras played a part in feeling like everything around her was twisting as well, she wouldnāt doubt it. the red eye flights to make all of their comeback stages that had been so unfortunately scattered amongst their tour dates werenāt exactly kind to her. a gentle touch to the small of her back was the only thing that commanded her attention more than the constant clicking and snapping coming from the media pit directly in front of her. turning quickly, she was faced with a soft smile coming from a taller, blonder woman.
these moments were the ones she held onto when things got hard. on the outside, things were perfect; worldwide it girl, chanelās princess, goddess of the online world - what more could she ask for? she couldnāt lie, the attention felt amazing. for a while, of course. after āthe idolā debuted, it felt like the slut-shaming hate train had returned in full force. god forbid a girl wants to expand her horizons.
she could remember the comments after the first two episodes premiered at sundance like it was yesterday. it was baffling how cruel people could be when their words were coming through a screen - whore, slut, and bitch had become the common tongue once again. the late night talks with lisa became more frequent, the two of them joking to help jennie cope. she found herself thinking, āthey could at least be more creative.ā the ālazy jennieā jokes were completely overdone - questioning the validity of her health issues was one of her antiās most favorite activities.
her managerās voice broke her train of thought as she beckoned her into the SBS building. turning her back, she heard the clicking come to a roar once again.
after exchanging her usual pleasantries with the music show staff, jennie made her way towards their dressing room. a familiar sight that meant at least an hour of peace and quiet while her makeup artist and hairdresser created the cool girl persona the public had grown to know her by oh so well. she could feel her shoulders drop back down and her headache start to clear at the thought of it. rushing to put her bag down, she grabbed her purse and phone and made her way to the restroom a couple paces down the hall.
her boots clinked sharply against the linoleum tile as she stationed herself in front of the mirror. sitting her things down, she turned the cold water on full blast. gathering the liquid into her hands, she splashed it across her cheeks and forehead; finally - relief. she sighed, her eyes resting shut. she almost felt a smile reach her face until the sound of a door opening shattered her bubble of tranquility. she jumped up slightly, an anxious habit. she felt some of her worry ease when a soft voice breached the silence,
āiām so sorry, i didnāt know anyone else was in here,ā the stranger across from her grinned softly, her eyes apologetic.
āitās alright, i mean, i donāt own the bathroom.ā jennie mused, a flush lighting up her face.
the two women shared a laugh that fell into only a somewhat awkward silence. jennie watched shyly through the mirror as the other woman leaned over the marble to wash her hands. her eyes darted away as soon as the other women straightened up to walk towards the hand dryer. she left jennie with a small wave as she exited the bathroom. jennie felt her breath force its way out of her mouth. āwhat about that interaction was so nerve racking?ā her thoughts were racing, her heart was pounding. she quickly wrapped up what was supposed to be a moment for relaxation and timidly walked back to the dressing room.
something about her demeanor immediately peaked the interest of jisoo. ājennie-ah, whatās on your mind?ā
ānothing much, just a little jet lagged.ā she knew she wasnāt the best liar, but how could she explain how she was feeling when she wasnāt even sure herself.
she could tell jisoo knew it was a lie. however, she knew that when jennie felt ready, she would come to her to talk. sending a sympathetic smile jennieās way, jisoo set her attention back to her phone.
jennie finally sat down and let her team get to work. usually this silence was comforting, a moment for her brain to rest. today, however, her thoughts wouldnāt stop racing about the woman sheād only seen so briefly. she could even recall the scent of musky bergamot in the air from her perfume as she walked past. the way her skin reflected when the fluorescent lights connected to her. was she a staff member? had they just not met before? surely she would remember.
jennie had a penchant for getting to know the beautiful women she crossed paths with. this time was different, though. the meetings usually occurred somewhere dark, loud, sweaty or sleazy. sheād find two hands wrapping around her waist, feel warm breath touch the back of her neck, enticing her to a bathroom just off the dance floor. she couldnāt lie, there were times she would indulge. itās hard to resist letting yourself enjoy something so tempting, so fully. all those girls felt the same, though. it was meaningless, fleeting and done for the cause of chasing a high she couldnāt reach. never once had she felt nervous.
had she just been taken off guard in a private moment? or was this something more? she didnāt give herself a chance to ponder on something as trivial as actually wanting to engage further with someone. emotions werenāt practical with a life like hers. she pushed the heart flutter aside and shut her eyes tight. she was on stage in less than a hour, she had a job to do.
as her hairstylist curled the last strand of hair, she smelled the familiar scent of berry hair spray - her quiet time has concluded, itās time to get back to work.
she followed closely behind her three band-sisters and worked her way onto her place onstage. sauntering, her eyes low in a seductive gaze. this was where she was born to be, nothing could take her out of her zone now.
the show returned from commercial and the spotlights went up on the MCās once again. she smiled, knowing the familiar sound of, āwelcome, blackpink!ā was about to ring in her ears once again. what she didnāt expect was the words coming from a honeyed voice she had heard not so far in the past. her heart dropped in her stomach.
āhello, itās y/n l/n bringing you back to SBS Inkigayo; please welcome, blackpink!ā
the crowd roared at the sight of the princess of koreaās acting scene and jennie realized why the stranger from the bathroom was so captivating.
the pink venom intro began to seep from the speakers, and jennie felt her heart drop into her stomach.
like she thought before, feelings donāt work in a job like hers.
Omggg, I'm so excited for the Space in Between!!! šā¤ļø
iām so excited that YOUāRE so excited!! sorry im running a little bit behind, life has been busy lately but im prioritizing ch 1 and ch 2 this week :) i hope you love it <3
jennie knows that privacy isnāt something easily rewarded to those loved by many. y/n knows that with fame always comes with a price. finding love in the spotlight isnāt easy, but they just might be perfect for each other.
tw: n/a
word count: 273
next
a/n: admin here! this is a preview of āthe space in betweenā, a multi part jennie fic! i hope you enjoy and decide to keep up with the series! thank you for your support and donāt forget to like if you enjoyed! <3
āyouāve been on tour for the better part of a year now,ā the interviewer was interrupted by an eruption of applause from the audience, and jennieās eyes lit up at the appreciation. the interviewer laughed, āi agree, everyone! but, jennie, iām curious to know what it is that keeps you going? all of these shows and premieres have to drain you, right?ā jennie knew this was a loaded question. the media had this obsession with twisting her words to make her look ungrateful or lazy. she couldnāt help that sheās a private person; with that meant keeping her struggles private.
āwell, the blinks, obviously! i couldnāt do it without their support!ā she smiled towards the audience, and cheers filled the room once again. she knew this wouldnāt satisfy the media, though.
the interviewer continued, āthat makes sense, we can tell how much they love you, too. but i think weāre all itching to know if thereās an even more special someone that is hiding behind the scenes; humor me, please!ā jennie could feel her shoulder starting to tense. āthe second you let them in, the second it falls apart.ā her head filled with thoughts of losing her love. after all the effort it took to make things work, she wasnāt jeopardizing it for a talk show host who wouldnāt think twice about how this could effect her.
āi donāt really have the time for a relationship, if iām completely honest.ā firmly stating her point to the woman across from her. the interviewer shot a fake smile laced with chagrin and jennie knew she had won. she loved y/n too much to lose.
