Strawberries and Cigarettes (Reader x Jennie kim)

I: ART

The tour was objectively successful, to say the least.

After a year of going around the world, BLACKPINK's members are now at the peak of a well deserved afterparty. Performing 24 songs week after week is a feat in and out of itself, and clearly the members are at the precipice of their career.

Everything is dim lit.

The smoke in the air is definitely not coming from a simple cigarette. The music's loud enough to make you cringe until you get used to it and the handful of people that was supposed to be the only attendance, quickly tripled in size and is not stopping anytime soon.

Jennie kim was used to this.

And by this, she means the fake niceties, congratulatory hugs, and up and coming idols trying to insist their presence to the immaculate four.

There were no shortages in parties, especially if it was meant to be an excuse to be uncouth in guise of celebrating.

This party specifically, started an hour ago, and already she feels that overwhelming need to take a breather.

Fairly apt.

Generally speaking, Jennie Kim can only handle so much small talk and forced pleasantries, before her face permanently cramps up into what she could only hope to be an acceptable enough smile, to please the plethora of people that she had no desire of knowing, much less, pleasing.

Unfortunately for her, it just so happens that there's a group of girls - all wearing different clothes but similar trendy Seoul outfits - a few measly feet away from her.

They were talking in that pitched aegyo tone - with wild gesticulating hands - towards one of their producers, trying to get connections and kick start a would be career, when they glanced her way.

"Oh my god, Jennie kim! I'm such a huge fan!" Said the girl in the front, gaining the attention of the other three.

As with all things tried and true, Jennie knew exactly where this was going, and she - within reason - was already tired even before the conversation started.

"Oh hey, thankyou!" Cue that perfectly practiced smile, "I hope you all are enjoying yourself." Cue, another.

In an unfortunate turn of events, the girls shrieked and took that as an invitation to continue the conversation, drabbling on about how excited they are about being invited - even though Jennie has no idea who they are - and how they wanted to be just like her.

And, perhaps it should be said, that with that statement, a fissure in Jennie's impenetrable smile shone. A brief stumble, if you will.

Everyone wanted to be just like her, she had known this to be true. And yet, it truly baffles her, that nobody had took the time to figure out exactly what that is.

The music thumps heavy in her ears, the air was far too thick, it was nauseating.

"Jennie! yo! Nini come here!"

Thank god.

Jennie looked to her left, seeing without difficulty, Lisa wave her arms weirdly, flailing about in an effort to get her attention.

She took this perfectly timed exit, and looked at the girl who was talking animatedly - something about song writing, and fucking ambassadorships - and flashed her an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, but someone's calling me," Cue that perfectly practiced smile, " I would love to stay - really -! But I'll see you guys around, okay?" Cue, another.

Jennie rushed out another apology as she was walking away from the group, stopping them mid conversation. the leader (Jennie assumes) wanted to say more in a desperate attempt to hang on, but nevertheless looked happy just to have that short talk with her.