her | jenkai

one : serendipity

her - jenkai

this story is purely fiction
I don't ship them to the point where it feels uncomfortable, this is purely just for fun

JENNIE KIM
'All eyes on me when I step in the room'

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KAI / KIM JONGIN
'It would be great if I became someone else's scenery'

+ exo, blackpink

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Jennie never expected to find herself in an SM building at midnight, but here she was, stretching in a near empty studio. YG's own practice rooms had been booked out, and her management team suggested she train here to make use of the spare space. She glanced around, making a mental note to thank them for the recommendation. She'd forgotten how freeing it felt to dance somewhere unfamiliar.

Alone in her thoughts, Jennie turned up the music and started moving, letting each beat guide her. There was a rare comfort in dancing solo, where each motion was just for herself, a way to pour out all the day's exhaustion. But as she reached a crescendo in her choreography, she caught sight of the door opening.

JENNIE'S POV

The moment the door creaked open, I looked up, expecting maybe a staff member or another trainee. But then I saw him. Kai from EXO. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim hallway light, and for a second, I could only stare.

He had this quiet confidence, like he belonged here, even in the middle of the night. His dark hair was slightly tousled, framing his face in a way that made him look almost effortlessly perfect.

His eyes were intense, thoughtful, like he was searching for something. He wore a simple hoodie and sweatpants, yet he looked.. regal. Strong but graceful, with that same magnetic energy he brought to every performance.

I'd seen him when we shared stages, passing glances that were as brief as they were intense. This was different though, this wasn't backstage where we could smile politely at one another and move on, seeing him up close like this, just a few feet away, made my heart race.

He looked at me, surprised but with a hint of a smile, and in that moment, I felt a strange mix of awe and excitement bubbling up inside me.

"Oh," I managed, slightly breathless, but I could feel my cheeks warming. Out of all people who could have shown up, it had to be him.

"I didn't think anyone would be here this late, I mean— it's nearly past midnight," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I just wanted to go over a few moves."

"Same, I'm Jennie by the way." I replied, glancing at the floor to hide my smile. "YG's studios were full tonight, so... here I am."

There was a brief pause, he nods and then asked, "I'm Kai.. Mind if I stay?"

I tried to sound cool. "Not at all, as long as you don't mind sharing.?" Inside, my heart was racing. How was I supposed to focus now? But his smile was soft, and he looked a little shy himself as he set his bag down by the wall. I don't know why, but that made me feel better. Maybe we were both a little nervous.

As we started warming up, I tried to focus on my stretches, but every time I looked over, he was watching me, his gaze intense and thoughtful. I'd never really danced with anyone outside my members before, and certainly not in a quiet, empty studio like this.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

The music filled the room, and I let myself sink into the rhythm, my body moving in time with the beat. But it was impossible not to notice him dancing nearby, the way he moved so fluidly, almost effortlessly. I tried to keep my gaze fixed on my own reflection, but I couldn't help sneaking glances at him. I felt like a teenager with a crush, my heart fluttering every time our eyes met.

As we kept dancing, I felt this weird... pull, like we were syncing without even trying. His movements seemed to echo mine, or maybe mine were echoing his. I don't know. I just knew I didn't want it to end.

There was this one moment, he turned, and for a split second, our eyes locked in the mirror. My breath caught. It was like we were sharing some kind of silent conversation, and I felt this silly, giddy feeling bubbling up inside me. He smiled, and I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

When the music finally slowed, I was out of breath, my heart pounding like I'd just finished a race. I risked a glance at him, and the soft moonlight through the window made him look almost dreamlike, like he wasn't really there. And that's when the thought hit me, silly but somehow so real.

"I love you and me dancing in the moonlight."

I felt my face flush at the thought. What was I even thinking? It was just a practice session, but.. it felt like something more. Like maybe, if I let myself believe in something magical, we could be here, dancing together, just like this, forever.

I stole another look at him, and for a second, I could swear he was thinking the same thing.

I don't know why but I felt this little pang of guilt in me, but in this moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight, I just wanted to hold onto the magic, if only for a little while longer.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE
I wrote this a while back and updated it a little. Oml it's been yearssss. I've been reflecting on it a lot lately and am torn about whether to continue the silly little story.

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