Kim Jennie Imagines

locked and loaded (S)

(male Y/N)

Y/N's POV

My anxiety is off the charts.

Today is the day that I've decided to end things with Jennie. She's...overbearing. I do love her but I guess a couple of months of being alone will make me find myself.

I'm here in the café, waiting for her. Fingers slowly tapping the table, trying to ease my racing heart. I stared at the window, reminiscing my memories with her. It was fun but I never thought things would go south. I mean, who knew that the so called innocent queen of Bridgerton University is a goddamn sex crazed woman?

She's so needy. Every morning, afternoon sneaking on the locker room just how she likes it, and the evening. As a footballer, I don't have that much stamina to throw around. It was exciting at first at least. I just want to end things...to rest.

There she is, wearing a red dress, showing me her gummy smile. That makes it harder to do. She might be not so innocent but I still know she has that Nini side in her.

"Babyyyy!" She hugged me.

I breathe deeply, trying to control myself from crying. How stupid.

"Jennie." I simply said.

There was confusion on her face but she proceeded to sit down in front of me.

"So...why are we here?" She giggled.

Fuck. Please no more. I might forget what I came for if you keep on doing that.

"Uh...I wanted to tell you something important." I said in a serious tone.

She raised her brow. "and what is it?" She said in an unsure voice.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and...

"Let's brea-"

"Here are your orders...am I interrupting something?" The waiter asked.

I gave him a fake smile. He seemingly understood that I don't want any of his presence near us.

I stared at Nini. She's no longer smiling.

"I want to-"

"NO." She angrily said, tearing up.

Fuck fuck fuck

"I want to res-"

"P-please no. Dont leave me, Y/N. I love you, please don't do this to me."

I glazed my hands on my hair.

"You don't. You only want sex." I bitterly laughed.

"No, you don't understand. I-I...I want you, only you..."

"Stop. You dont, Jennie. Dont lie to yourself."

She looked down in silence.

"I do..." She whispered.

I drink the coffee. "You dont."

She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, despite her eyes being filled of anger. "Stop telling me what to feel!"

I felt pain so I bit my lips, a trait I usually do when I'm close to crying.

"I'm simply telling you facts." I tried to keep a straight face.

Her hopeful eyes slowly died in front of me. "Really? Maybe it's you who never loved me then." bitterness filled her system.

I avoided an eye contact with her.

"M-maybe..." I lied.

I need this. I'm only saving myself.

More tears are falling now, the fact that we're alone makes this little less embarrassing. I know for sure those baristas out there are calling me a jerk for doing this.