jennie kim x female reader

commandeer

       fluff/ your girlfriend forces you to go furniture shopping. The thing is, you're doing furniture shopping for your apartment not hers.

writer: bkpkinyourarea

"You didn't have to come with me, you know."

You and Jennie were shopping at IKEA. You had recently moved into a new apartment and as a result, you're currently in the process of acquiring new and better furniture. The old ones were, after all, disgusting, moldy, and bug infested as Jennie liked to describe them and it would be a crime not to throw them out.

These were all words taken straight out of your girlfriend's mouth.

Still, you'd be lying if you didn't agree.

Today was one of Jennie's free days and at first, you'd insisted on, well, anything but going furniture shopping. After all, your girlfriend rarely ever had vacations and usually, when she did, the two of you stayed in and relaxed or went outside on a particularly special date. It was supposed to be a day for enjoyment, not for spending ages in some place shopping for things you had absolutely no interest in.

But Jennie had insisted, in fact, she'd even seemed excited. You had no idea why. Furniture shopping was, in your opinion, the worse.

But she had persisted, and had even pleaded with you in that baby voice of hers and god knows you can't resist that. Who could, really.

Jennie glances over at you from a particularly nice chair and lifts a shoulder in a shrug, trailing a hand down the back of the wood absentmindedly. "Why not? I spend just as much time in your apartment as I do in my dorm. Might as well."

A spark of joy burns suddenly and abruptly in your chest because while you knew she spent a lot more time than she probably should at your place, it was different hearing her say it out loud. Why? Because, well, didn't it mean that she was admitting your place felt just as much like home as her dorm did? That your own home...felt like home to her as well?

Or...were you just overthinking things? You tend to do that these days.

You can see Jennie looking at you out of the corner of your eye, her gaze searching, obviously trying to see what impact her words had given you . You don't give her the pleasure, however, and instead mask your emotions behind an unamused exterior.

You cock an eyebrow and turn around abruptly, pausing in your footsteps. Your finger traces the engraved pattern on the large mahogany desk that you had considered buying just moments ago but had ultimately given up on because one, it was too big, and two, you didn't really have the money.

"So," you tilt your head slightly to the left, "are you saying that my apartment is also your home?"

Jennie pauses as well and you can see the corner of her lip curving upwards in the beginnings of a smirk. "Well.....only half of the time."

You stare at her, playfully offended, grimace and shake your head. "I think you should begin to pay rent, Jen, considering the amount of time you spend in my apartment. Using all the water, eating all my food-"

"You're the one who wanted me to cook," Jennie retorts, interrupting you with practiced ease, "and let's be real here, if I wasn't cooking, for free, by the way, you would be living off burgers and McDonalds." She catches your look of surprise and grins in response, casually slipping her fingers through yours.

"There's nothing wrong with McDonalds," you mutter, but there's a smile on your face and no bite in your words. It had been too long since the two of you had gone out alone together since Jennie had been extremely busy with Blackpink promotions and you'd been buried in piles of work and study. "You know Jisoo would agree with me. And you're my girlfriend. Who pays their girlfriend to cook for them?" You shoot her a dry look. "Not to mention, I didn't even ask you to. You just waltzed into my kitchen and started commandeeri-"