Chaennie Oneshots

Designated Passenger Princess

The showroom floor gleamed with polished Italian marble under the bright gallery lights, reflecting every line of the hypercars like a series of pristine mirrors. Jennie Kim walked slowly past a row of aggressive, low slung carbon fiber beasts, the sharp click of her designer heels echoing rhythmically against the stone. Beside her, her mother took a slow sip of her sparkling water, letting out a long, dramatic sigh at the sheer absurdity of their morning outing.

"Jennie, you do not even possess a valid driver license," her mother pointed out dryly, gesturing toward a gleaming red Ferrari with an arched brow. "Why on earth are we evaluating a multi million dollar hypercar?"

"I am a forever designated passenger princess, Mom," Jennie corrected smoothly, stopping to inspect the hand stitched leather bucket seat of a silver Pagani. "It is a perfectly logical hierarchy. I buy the cars. My brilliant, gorgeous girlfriend drives them for me. It is a flawless symbiotic relationship."

Her mother rolled her eyes affectionately. "Roseanne already has that ridiculously noisy vintage muscle car. The nineteen seventies Charger that shakes the entire neighborhood when she starts it up. And that massive Mitsubishi Triton truck she uses to haul your endless shopping bags around Seoul."

"Exactly," Jennie nodded, moving past a neon green beast with a thoughtful expression. "She loves her babies. But she works so hard, and she deserves an absolute monster of a supercar. I told her I was stuck at the design studio doing fabric fittings today. She has no idea I am out here finding her a toy."

Jennie finally paused in front of a breathtaking, midnight black Bugatti Chiron. It sat on the polished stone like a stealth fighter jet, wide, low, and utterly menacing. Jennie tilted her head, immediately picturing Roseanne shifting those gears, the way her muscular arms would flex under her casual shirts, her dark eyes focused entirely on the road. A broad, unstoppable smirk spread across Jennie's face.

"Oh yes," Jennie declared happily, turning to the wide-eyed dealership manager. "This is the one. I need the passenger seat slightly adjusted for my posture. Wrap it up, Mom."

Across town, the air in the private gym was thick with effort. Roseanne Park wiped sweat from her forehead, completing a final, brutal set of weighted pull ups. Lisa and Jisoo were sitting on a nearby bench. Lisa was methodically devouring a protein bar while Jisoo scrolled through her phone, completely ignoring the row of barbells waiting for her.

"Chaeng, you are going to snap that metal bar in half," Lisa laughed, tossing her wrapper toward a bin.

Roseanne dropped lightly to the rubber floor, breathing steadily as she grabbed a towel. "I need to maintain peak physical conditioning. Jennie mentioned she might want to go hiking this weekend in the Triton. I must be fully prepared to carry her when she inevitably gets tired after ten minutes on the trail."

Jisoo snorted loud enough to echo off the walls. "You mean you are going to carry her up the entire mountain while she takes selfies in your arms. True love is a terrifying, exhausting thing."

Roseanne smiled, a soft, unmistakable blush spreading across her cheeks. She reached for her phone to check her notifications. Jennie had texted her an hour ago, claiming she was buried under mountains of silk swatches and completely bored out of her mind.

Suddenly, a thunderous, mechanical roar echoed from the parking lot outside. It was a deep, guttural sound that rattled the heavy glass gym windows in their metal frames.

Lisa bolted up from the bench, dropping her water bottle. "What in the world is that? Is a spaceship landing?"

Curious, the trio walked out the front doors into the bright sunlight. Sitting directly in front of the entrance was the midnight black Bugatti Chiron, its engine purring with terrifying power. Parked just behind it was a pristine, black Mercedes Maybach.