SHADOWS OF TRUTH (JENNIE KIM FANFICTION)

19. Lonely Star

Y/N's head throbbed faintly, a dull ache left over from the whiskey she'd downed the night before, but it wasn't enough to dull the nagging voice in her mind.

Jennie.

She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her disheveled hair. Every time she closed her eyes, the fight replayed in fragments—Jennie's sharp words, the look in her eyes, the way her voice cracked when she hurled accusations about Yunjin. It was as if every syllable had been etched into her skull, and no amount of alcohol or weed could erase it.

Y/N rolled onto her side, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. She unlocked it, the screen lighting up with a blank notifications tab. No texts. No calls. Certainly not from Jennie. Just the date night reminder. She opened their last conversation, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. What could she even say? Would Jennie even want to hear from her after the way things had ended?

Her chest tightened as she imagined Jennie sitting with Taehyung, finding solace in him. Jennie had accused her of something that wasn't true, yet the idea of Jennie turning to Taehyung felt like salt in the wound. Was Jennie laughing with him? Crying to him? Worse—was she moving on? Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, the thought twisting her stomach.

"Why do I even care?" she muttered, her voice hoarse and cracking. "She doesn't believe me. She's with him."

The room was too quiet, the stillness amplifying her spiraling thoughts. She pushed herself upright, swinging her legs off the bed and planting her feet on the cold floor. She needed to stop thinking about Jennie. About Taehyung. About everything.

A memory of Jennie and Taehyung flashed in her mind, unbidden. She could almost see them laughing together, Jennie's radiant smile glowing under dim café lights. Jennie had sworn it was innocent, but it gnawed at Y/N anyway, her insecurities bubbling up like a storm she couldn't contain.

"Enough." Y/N stood abruptly, the weight of her thoughts replaced by a burst of impulsive frustration. She walked into the living room, her movements sharp and decisive. "I'm not doing this anymore."

She wasn't going to sit around and wallow in what-ifs and maybes. She wasn't going to let herself drown in memories of Jennie's voice or the phantom of her touch. No, she was done. Done caring. Done feeling.

Her mind churned with an idea. Reckless, impulsive, and exactly what she needed.

Within minutes, Y/N was furiously typing out texts to everyone in her contact list:

Y/N:
"Party at my place tonight. Bring whoever you want. Let's make it big."

She hit send, her phone buzzing almost immediately with replies.

Chaewon:
"Wait, for real? Is everything okay?"

Jungkook:
"Big? You mean the usual chaos?"

Ryujin:
"Do we need a theme, or are you just throwing us into the deep end?"

Y/N:
"Just bring yourselves. And alcohol. Lots of it."

Y/N smirked at the responses flooding in. This was exactly what she needed—noise, people, and distractions. She refused to be alone with her thoughts for another night.

The next few hours became a whirlwind of preparation. Y/N pushed her furniture against the walls, clearing the living room to make space for dancing and mingling. She dragged out the portable speaker she rarely used, connecting it to her phone and testing a playlist that swung wildly between upbeat anthems and chaotic party tracks.

Her fridge was another story. Y/N stared at the barren shelves, frowning. A few cans of beer and leftover takeout wouldn't cut it. She grabbed her keys and headed out, the brisk Seoul air hitting her as she walked to the nearest convenience store. Arms full of liquor, snacks, and mixers, she returned to her apartment, stocking up as if she were hosting the party of the year.