Singulars. (Reader One - shot throwaways)

Fissures of love. (Jenniexreader)

Y/n being quietly in - love and her terrible position as Jennie Kim's best friend.

(An ode to my canon event HAHAHA)

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"If there was only one food you could eat, for the rest of your life; what would it be?" Jennie asks, face lifted to the sky, as she prompts her hands behind her back.

The time - if we're being particular - is the part of summer when the sun was being a proper dick with the heat, and the school year was about to start in two weeks. The wind was humid, but god was it a mercy from the sweltering nothingness that the park brings.

As always, they sat underneath the shade of the very old, very tall, mango tree - smoking a 20's Marlboro red.

Well, Y/n was smoking.

Jennie was letting the cigarette hang unlit from her lips - an annoying habit that she unfortunately adopted after watching 'The Fault in Our Stars.'

Y/n throws her a sideways glance, grins, "You look fucking stupid, Kim."

Jennie waves a dismissive hand at her, not sparing her a glance. "It's a metaphor babe."

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Sshhh! Answer my question-!"

A gust of wind drags the heat across their bodies, Y/n swears to all that is holy, that they're actually in hell right now.

"Fuck, what food?" Y/n repeats, drags on her cigarette, tilts her head and expels the smoke upwards. "I don't know, probably Marlboro reds."

Jennie snorts, finally looking at her as she slaps her on the arm, "Food, you hopeless idiot!" She points at the cigarette between Y/n's fingers, "That shit's frying your head, i swear."

Y/n throws her a lazy grin, drags on it particularly hard just to shit on her. She doesn't even have to think about it when she says,

"Mangoes."

"What?"

"My answer," She says, "If i could only eat one thing for the rest of my life - it's mangoes."

"Why mangoes!" Jennie exclaims, "They're too sweet!"

And why mangoes actually.

Well, Y/n supposes that it was because of that one particular summer afternoon. Nothing extraordinary actually, but that afternoon Jennie was craving for some mangoes and they haven't got the energy to go down town to buy some.

Y/n had the wonderful idea to climb their mango tree.

Their very tall, incredibly dangerous, mango tree.

And she was a lanky teen, with a lung of a smoker so obviously, she had took a terrible fall - at least, with about a dozen of mangoes kangaroo-tucked in the front of her shirt.

And Jennie was laughing at her, as she plopped down on the grass, mangoes everywhere.

At her vantage point, Jennie's hair framed her face so precisely on point, that it was a sin not to stare. Her cut offs showed her tanned legs, and her white shirt was turning sheer with her sweat.

By this point, Y/n had been in love with her for quite a while now. Quite a while might even be a grave understatement seeing as they've been with each other since their sandbox days.

Jennie helps her up eventually, and she peels the mangoes for her as compensation for laughing.

"What's my thank-you then?" Y/n had asked, after a while.