The Industry - Blackpink Jennie x femreader

28.

You head home the same time Jennie and Alison head out. And for the rest of that night, you were content in the fact that you wouldn't see Jennie again until tomorrow. Preferred it, even. You needed some time alone to think - to overthink, actually, as you're wont to doing.

In your mind, not even deep down but perhaps quite shallowly, you knew this wasn't going to end well. It couldn't.

It's very fucked, honestly, this whole 'friends' bit the two of you are starting to play. You aren't sure why you proposed it in the first place. But also, you kind of do know why. You've always just wanted her. Whether that was only a piece of her or her entirely.

And yes, before you had proposed to wait for her. To go on a stupid break during her tour until she was ready to come back to you. You had offered it for her sake, to be completely honest, because there isn't a world where you'd willingly give her up. And now, after spending a grueling five months apart with zero contact, you know that you'd never seriously consider that offer again.

Jennie is part of you now, in an almost infectious way. And for a while you maybe hated her, hated that she left you, and you hated even more that you understood why.

But now she's wormed herself back into your life and you're unafraid of the outcome. Unafraid because you know it won't end well, but you've gone long enough without her that you've become uncaring of how she's with you now, or the fact that it won't last.

You think that, if she wanted, you could keep this arrangement for as long as possible. You think that you'd be okay with that. And, no, it's not sustainable and you're certainly aware of such. But it's a risk you're okay with taking. That risk being getting Jennie in whatever ways she'd allow, until something goes to shit and you're ultimately left behind, again.

Though, before you can ponder any longer, she's calling you.

Your head tilts as you stare at your phone and watch her contact photo fill the screen. It's a cute photo, it really is, and you were never able to change it or even delete it. You answer on the fourth ring, bringing the phone up to your ear. "Do you need me to rescue you again?"

"Y/n!" she drags the last syllable out, whiney.

Her voice is loud, and you can tell she's drunk. "Yes, Jennie?"

"What are you doing?"

You chuckle. "Jen," you say softly. "Why are you calling me when you're at a party?"

"It's not a party," she says through the phone, "and I'm calling because - "

"Hm?"

"I was thinking about you so I called."

You press your lips in to stop your smile. "I was thinking about you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Kim," you snicker. "Put away your phone and go have fun. I told you we'll have dinner tomorrow."

"Can I sleepover tonight? Will you pick me up?"

You shake your head to yourself, "gosh, you're really drunk."

"Yes," Jennie deadpans, and it doesn't fail to make you laugh some more. "But I know what I'm saying."

You hum, unable to fool yourself into acting all chivalrous and such. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Call me when you want to leave," you say with a sniff, biting back your smile. "I'll come get you."

"Or..." she trails off, and her tone tells you that she's up to something. "You could come out," she suggests. "Just hang out with us for a little."

"Uh," you let out, laughing a bit nervously. "I don't think I really know your friends like that."