The backstage area was buzzing with excitement as Jennie and the rest of BLACKPINK prepared to meet their fans. Photo ops were always filled with energy—fans lining up with nervous smiles, eager to meet their idols. As Jennie posed with one group after another, she noticed a cute girl-to-girl couple approaching her. They were beaming, holding hands, and their love for each other was palpable.
The couple posed with Jennie, their affection for each other so evident that it sent a pang through Jennie’s heart. As she smiled for the camera, memories she had long buried surfaced—memories of her and Y/N, of what they had shared, and how it all ended.
As the flash went off, Jennie’s mind drifted to the past. The days when she and Y/N were inseparable, their love a sanctuary from the world. She remembered the nights spent dreaming together about the future, but also the night she chose her dream of becoming a K-pop idol over their relationship. They both knew the life Jennie was about to embark on would be demanding, and neither of them was ready for the strain it would put on their relationship.
With one last hug, the couple moved on, leaving Jennie standing there, lost in her thoughts. The pain she had suppressed for so long came rushing back. She blinked, trying to focus on the fans around her, but the memories clung to her like a shadow.
Back at the hotel, the mood was lighter as Jisoo played a game on her phone, while Jennie sat quietly on the bed. Jisoo, ever observant, noticed her friend’s unusual silence.
"Jendueki, are you okay?" Jisoo asked, her tone gentle yet concerned.
Jennie hesitated, not knowing where to begin. The feelings she had locked away for years were too overwhelming to express. Jisoo, sensing her struggle, put down her phone and sat across from Jennie.
"Take your time, Jendueki," Jisoo said softly.
Jennie bit her lip, her mind racing. "It's better if the girls were here," she finally admitted.
Without hesitation, Jisoo called for Rosé and Lisa. They arrived within minutes, Lisa bouncing in and immediately lightening the mood with her playful antics.
"Are we having a sleepover? Where’s the food?" Rosé asked, her usual cheery self.
"Unnie, hug me!" Lisa shouted, jumping onto Jisoo, who playfully pushed her away.
But Jennie's serious expression silenced their playfulness. The girls gathered around her, sensing that something important was about to be shared.
"I have to tell you something," Jennie began, her voice shaky. "I trust you all so much. We've been through so much together."
Rosé moved closer, wrapping an arm around Jennie. "We're here for you, Unnie. Take your time."
Jennie took a deep breath, gathering the courage to revisit the memories she had kept hidden for so long. She told them about Y/N—how they had been in love, how they had dreams of a future together, and how it all fell apart when Jennie chose to pursue her dreams. She confessed her guilt, believing that Y/N hated her for leaving.
As she finished, the room fell silent. Rosé, Lisa, and Jisoo shared a glance, then moved closer to Jennie, enveloping her in a comforting group hug.
"You did what you had to do, Jennie," Rosé said softly. "It’s okay to feel sad about it, but it doesn’t mean Y/N hates you."
"Yeah, you’re amazing, Unnie," Lisa chimed in. "And who knows, maybe things aren’t as bad as you think."
The girls spent the rest of the night cuddling Jennie, offering her the comfort and support she needed. They shared stories, laughed, and slowly, the tension in Jennie’s heart began to ease.
The next morning, the girls had a rare day off. Rosé suggested visiting an aquarium, and Lisa, ever the adventurer, wanted to explore the city with Jisoo. Jennie, feeling the need for solitude, decided to visit a museum.
As she wandered through the museum, Jennie admired the various artworks, but one painting in particular caught her eye. It was a beautiful depiction of a silhouette of a girl standing on a beach at night, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the waves. The painting exuded emotion—love and longing intertwined in every brushstroke. Jennie felt a strange familiarity as she stared at it, a sense of déjà vu washing over her.
As she stood there, lost in the painting, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You know, the painter created that piece to preserve the memory of her greatest love," the voice said softly. "She hoped that one day, her lover would see it, knowing how much she loved visiting different galleries."
Jennie froze, her heart pounding. She knew that voice. It was a voice she had not heard in years, but one she could never forget. Slowly, she turned around, and there stood Y/N, just as beautiful as she remembered.
Jennie’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at Y/N, taking in every detail. Y/N’s eyes were filled with the same warmth and depth that Jennie had fallen in love with all those years ago.
"Can we talk?" Y/N asked, her voice gentle yet filled with an unspoken longing.
Jennie nodded, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. They left the museum together and found a quiet corner in a nearby coffee shop. For a few minutes, they sat in silence, neither knowing how to start.
Finally, Y/N cleared her throat, breaking the tension. "How are you?"
Jennie’s heart ached at the familiarity of Y/N’s voice. "I’m doing okay. And you?"
"I’m good," Y/N replied with a soft smile. "I’ve been selling my paintings."
Jennie’s mind raced back to the painting in the museum. "Is that your painting?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Y/N nodded. "Yes. I just wanted you to know that I never hated you, Jennie."
Jennie’s eyes filled with tears. "Why? I hurt you. I chose my dreams over you."
Y/N reached across the table, gently holding Jennie’s hands. "I saw how your eyes sparkled when you talked about your dreams. I knew I had to let you go so you could achieve them. I couldn’t hold you back."
Jennie was stunned. For years, she had believed that Y/N resented her for leaving. She never imagined that Y/N had let her go out of love.
"I’m still in love with you, Jennie," Y/N confessed, her voice thick with emotion. "This time, can we continue where we left off?"
Tears streamed down Jennie’s face as she nodded, her heart overflowing with joy and relief. "Yes."
In that moment, all the years of pain and longing melted away. They had both grown, both achieved their dreams, but the love they shared had never faded. Now, they had a second chance to build something even stronger.
As they sat there, holding each other, they knew that this time, they wouldn’t let anything come between them.
And this time, they would make it work.
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The story captures the bittersweet journey of love lost and found, highlighting the strength it takes to follow one’s dreams and the courage it takes to revisit the past and embrace a new beginning.
