WC:4631, Jen and Blackpink as a whole bought me into Kpop lol. I could write on and on about them, and I will post something longer and more intricate with Jennie, sadly this is kind of all over the place, I didn't know the direction to go. I have a heavier smut part with this, so if any of you'd like that lmk, I'm gonna post it too. Kinda didn't add it here since this is already a mess and the smut part was just too... kind of very very dark lol
Can't post pictures. Fuck wattpad man.
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Jennie could feel Y/N's eyes burning into her as she danced with the male backup dancer on set of the you and me performance shoot. She knew he was getting pissed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Damn, Y/N could be so possessive sometimes.
"Wow, Jennie! That was a sick take!" the director called out, a wide grin on his face. "Let's take a quick break and then we'll run it one more time, okay?"
Jennie flashed the director a gummy bright smile, but as soon as she got out of most staff sight, her smile dropped. She turned to Y/N, her eyes squinting. "What the fuck is your problem, babe?" she hissed, her voice low and annoyed.
Y/N's jaw was clenched, nostrils flaring. "You know damn well what my problem is, Jennie," he grunted sneering. "You were practically fucking that guy on set."
Jennie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "It's called acting, you idiot," she spat. "I'm just doing my job. It doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, well I don't like seeing my girl grinding all over some other dude," Y/N snapped, his hand grabbing her arm and his grip on her tightening. "You're mine, Jennie. I don't want to see you touching anyone else."
Jennie yanked her arm away, glaring at him. "Chill the fuck out, Y/N. It's not a big deal. You're being ridiculous."
But Y/N wasn't having it. Before Jennie could react, he had a vice-like grip on her arm again, this time yanking her away from the set. "What the actual fuck, Y/N?" Jennie whisper shouted, struggling to keep up with his long legs. "Let go of me!"
The staff and producers called out to them, but Y/N ignored them, his focus on dragging Jennie away. Jennie's heart thumping, a smoothie of fear and anger burning through her. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" one of the producers yelled, his eyebrow furrowed. "You can't just take her like that!"
Y/N didn't even look back at the producer, his grip on Jennie's arm only getting tighter. "This is between me and my girlfriend," he growled. "Stay the fuck out of it."
Y/N dragged Jennie down the hallway, ignoring the shouts from the staff. His jealousy and anger was boiling over, only calmed by the feeling of Jennie struggling in his grip. At the end of the hallway was a storage room, rarely used. He kicked open the door forcefully, getting a yelp from Jennie as he tugged her inside and slammed the door shut behind them.
Jennie opened her mouth to yell at Y/N again but was stopped as his lips crashed onto hers roughly. His hands gripped her waist tight, fingers digging in and bruising. Jennie whimpered into the kiss, stuck between fear and horniness as his tongue fought hers aggressively.
When he finally pulled back, Jennie gasped for breath, chest heaving. "What the fuck, Y/N?" she snapped. "You can't just drag me off set like that!"
Y/N ignored her, yanking her top over her head and groping her tits roughly over the lace of her bra. "You're mine," he growled, teeth biting at the pale skin of her neck. "Only mine. I don't want to see you touching anyone else ever again, i fucking mean it."
