JENNIE KIM IMAGINES

Eating pineapple

Y/N POV:

As I drove through the winding streets, the sun dipping low on the horizon, Jennie's voice crackled through the speakers, laced with that familiar mix of sweetness and sass that I couldn't get enough of.

"Baby, I'm craving some pineapples. Can you please get me some?" Her tone was soft, almost pleading, but there was something else there too—something more.

I couldn't help but smile. Jennie had been obsessed with pineapples lately, eating them with every meal, and I was starting to wonder if there was a hidden reason behind it. "Again with the pineapples, huh?" I teased lightly, my fingers tapping the steering wheel as I made a turn. "I got you, Jennie. I'll pick some up on my way."

There was a pause on the other end, just long enough for me to catch the shift in her tone. "Jennie? I'm Jennie now, huh?" Her voice dripped with irritation, and I could practically picture the pout forming on her lips. "Alright, Y/n. What's for dinner, Y/n? We calling each other by names now, huh?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, glancing at her photo on the phone screen, imagining the way her brows must be furrowing in that adorable way. She absolutely hated it when I called her by her name—something about it made her feel distant, less intimate. And I loved poking at that little quirk of hers, knowing it always got under her skin.

"Come on, don't be mad," I coaxed, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice but failing miserably. "You know you're more than just 'Jennie' to me."

"Yeah, well, it sure doesn't sound like it," she shot back, and I could hear the shift in her posture, probably crossing her arms like she always did when she got annoyed. "First, it's 'Jennie,' then what? Next thing I know, you're just gonna call me 'Hey, you.'"

I laughed outright at that, the image of her exaggerated indignation too much to handle. "Alright, alright. You win. I'll never call you Jennie again."

There was a pause on her end, and then a quiet, satisfied hum. "Good. You know I hate that." Her voice softened, and I could tell she was smiling now, her earlier irritation fading. "So... what's for dinner?"

"Whatever you want, babe," I replied, the playful tone still lingering in my voice. "As long as it includes pineapples, apparently."

"Of course," she said, her laughter bubbling through the phone. "Pineapples make everything better."

I shook my head, grinning as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. "If you say so. But seriously, what's with the sudden pineapple obsession?"

There was a brief silence, and when she finally spoke, her voice was a little more serious. "I don't know... I just feel like I need something sweet and refreshing lately. Maybe it's the weather. Or maybe I just like knowing you'll always get them for me."

My heart softened at that, the teasing falling away as I realized how much these little moments meant to her—and to me too. "Anything for you," I said quietly, my voice warm with sincerity. "I'll be home soon."

"Okay," she murmured, her tone soft and tender, as if she was trying to hide the fact that she wasn't really mad anymore. "Drive safe. And don't forget the pineapples. I love you," she added, her voice slightly muffled, probably because she was taking a sip of water.

I couldn't resist the urge to mess with her a little more. "I will. I love you, and me," I replied, mocking her voice in that overly sweet way she always sang it in her song.

There was a dramatic sigh on the other end of the line, the kind that let me know she was rolling her eyes so hard I could practically hear it. "Y/n," she groaned, her patience clearly wearing thin.