Fleeting Love - Jennie Blackpink X Male Reader [KPOP Idol Story] Romance

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You stood in front of the bar and freezed. The lights of Seoul were beautiful but they also reminded you of Jennie.

Damn.

You breathed heavily.

Your phone vibrated. The name showed up: "Father."

For a moment, your thumb shaked, then you pressed "accept."

"Are you wasting your time again with this silly art stuff?", your father said firmly. 

His deep voice was commanding respect like to an employee.

"I tell you. Entertainers are like dogs or toys. They are all great and all when they are new. And when they get old, people put them away."

He did not greet you. Again. Like all the countless other times before.

"I dont wan't to talk about this anymore, father.", you said, your clothes were still soaking wet from the spilled drink. You tried to hold yourself together.

"Did anything happen?", your father asked. "Your voice sounds shaky."

"No.", you said. You tried to control your voice and breath normally.

"You are... irritated.", he said.

"No, I'm not... I'm just...", you said.

"If I could give you an advice... just talk to her... just apologize to her.", your father said.

He doesn't even know I have a girlfriend. What the heck is going on?

You stopped, irritated at your fathers otherwordly intuition. As you entered the cab, and gave the driver your adress, you just whispered: "Father, I love you."

Just a small moment of stillness, then nothing. You heard a beep, your father hung up.

He hung up. As you looked onto the cold, hard rain in the night, you clenched your fists.

I will you show you father, I will show you father that I am not useless after all.

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

After the drive, you left the cab and stared into the starless night. People were bustling to all sides and talked with each other.

Seoul truly never sleeps.

A bright light shined in your face. You were photographed. Then, another guy with a camera ran to your side.

"Are you Jennie's boyfriend?", one of the photographers yelled.

"Who are you guys?", you asked.

"Paparazzi, idiot.", he answered.

"Did you two guys mess around?", another one yelled.

More and more paparazzi came out of nowhere.

"What's up with your relationsship?"

Irritated, you mumbled. "Fuck off..."

"Oh, he cursed."

"Not good."

Everything you said and did was commented on. For a small moment, you were completely frozen.

A paparrazi with very long, oily hair and an unclean face pushed forward. "What did you do with that other whore in the bar?", he said. "I saw the pictures."

Your frozen state was broken. "What did you say?", you said.

That other whore?

He just called Jennie and Ara sluts. Fucking asshole.

"You understood.", the papparazi said and laughed.

You clenched your fist.

My carrer would be over before it even began. I... can't.

"Do it. Do it!", the guy quipped.

Fuck. Fuck. What am I supposed to do?