Jennie Kim was meant to inherit an empire. But her grandmother gave her an ultimatum: No driver. No company. She agreed, thinking it was just another restriction. She was wrong. Because the driver assigned to her was Lisa Manoban. The girl who once loved her. The girl who vanished before graduation. The girl who was supposed to be at the top of her class... and never made it. Now Lisa stands beside her, eyes lowered, calling her Miss Jennie, pretending she doesn't still orbit around her. But Jennie remembers. The devotion. The way Lisa looked at her like she was everything. And this time, Lisa isn't chasing her anymore. Lisa never asked Jennie Kim to love her, She only learned how to survive loving her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" and many others name in this tale are characters I've created for a narrative. They are not representations of the real-life idols. This is written for entertainment within the fan community. Thank you for understanding! Now, onto the story... The world knew Jennie Ruby Jane. They knew her in flashbulbs and filtered headlines, in airport candids & Chanel gowns. They knew her face-the one shewore like armor. Sharp, composed, impossible to read. The world watched her walk like a god through chaos, never faltering & falling. No one ever saw her cry. Except Lisa.And even then, only once. It was the first night they met. The real meeting-not the polite nods at galas or the awkward backstage encounters where they'd exchanged pleasantries like strangers with matching burdens. No, this was different. Jennie had collapsed. The body gives in before pride does. Lisa, surgeon, CEO, controlled &composed even in crisis, had stood over her chart longer than necessary. She had read every word like it might bleed if she touched it wrong. A global star with a history of insomnia, anemia, malnourishment. A body exhausted by performance. A name too big to break. Jennie had woken up in Lisa's hospital. Lisa had been the first thing she saw. And she hadn't spoken. Not for minutes. Just looked at her like she was something terrifying. Or maybe like she was safe. Lisa wasn't sure which was worse. They barely spoke that first week.But something passed between them in every pause. Not tension. Not attraction. Not yet. Just something too loud to name. Lisa learned quickly that Jennie never asked for help. That she hated vulnerability more than pain. That her smile was often a warning.

The night Seoul crowned its newest fashion queen was also the night two hearts broke without warning. Inside the penthouse suite of K-House, the city glittered beneath Jennie Kim's heels. her smile precise - everything about her immaculate except the tremor in her voice when she whispered, "Tell me it's not true." Lisa didn't answer. She stood by the window, shoulders soaked from the rain, eyes carrying a kind of silence that begged to be believed. "It wasn't what you think," she said finally, low and breaking. "Jennie, please-" "Don't." Jennie's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You think I'll stand here and pretend you didn't lie to me? That you didn't use me to get ahead?" Lisa's jaw clenched. "You really think so little of me." "I think exactly what you showed me." Jennie's words were cruel, but her fingers trembled as they gripped the wine glass. "You disappeared in the middle of my show, Lisa. You knew how much tonight meant. And you were with her." Lisa stepped forward. "She's a client, Jennie! I told you-" "Enough!" The glass shattered against the floor. Wine bled into the marble like spilled blood. Lisa froze. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of rain and Jennie's ragged breathing. Then came the whisper, soft but fatal: "Leave. Tonight. I don't want to see you again." Lisa's throat closed. "You don't mean that." Jennie met her eyes - the same eyes she'd once kissed beneath studio lights, the same eyes she used to call home - and said it anyway. "I do." For a moment, neither moved. Then Lisa picked up her coat, silent tears caught in the reflection of the window, and walked toward the door. She stopped once, hand on the handle. "If I leave now," she said, "I won't come back." Jennie didn't answer. Pride was louder than love. The door closed. ⸻ Seven years later, she'll see those eyes again. And everything she buried will rise to the surface.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" or many Others Name in this tale are characters I've created for a narrative. They are not representations of the real-life idols. This is written for entertainment within the fan community. Thank you for understanding! Now, onto the story... They called her the Ice Queen. Jennie Kim, the modern-day heiress of Korea's largest conglomerate, was untouchable. Beautiful, brilliant, and merciless - she was the woman who could bring empires to their knees with a single signature. But behind her perfect smile and designer suits was a fortress of steel walls, built to survive a world that had tried to destroy her too many times. No one dared to cross her. No one, except the shy, stammering girl who accidentally spilled coffee on her million-dollar contract. Lisa Manoban never expected to land a job as Jennie's personal assistant. She wasn't polished. She wasn't bold. She wasn't the type to stand out - and that was exactly why Jennie chose her. But when a scandal threatens Jennie's reputation and powerful enemies circle like wolves, Jennie does the unthinkable.

Jennie Kim wants out. Out of her job, out of her boss's orbit, out of the constant stress that comes with being Executive Assistant to Lalisa Manoban-the youngest, most ruthless Vice-President the company has ever seen. But there's just one problem. Her resignation? Lisa refuses to accept it. Every time Jennie tries to quit, her boss shuts her down with a cool smirk, another impossible task, or a command that makes her blood boil. What Jennie doesn't know is that Lisa isn't keeping her for the company. She's keeping her for herself. Behind the ice-queen exterior and relentless perfectionism, Lisa is secretly harboring feelings with the one person who infuriates her the most. So she pushes Jennie's buttons. She makes her stay late. She interrupts dinners, calls at midnight, and demands the impossible, not just because she's addicted to control... but because it's the only way to keep Jennie close. One resignation letter, six weeks' notice, and a love story neither of them saw coming.

At the glass-walled pinnacle of Kim Enterprises, Jennie Kim rules with an iron grip and a heart made of ice. To the world, Lisa Manoban is merely her highly efficient executive assistant-a shadow meant to manage her schedule and anticipate her every whim. Jennie tells herself that her irritation when Lisa is late, or her fixation on Lisa's every movement, is simply a demand for corporate perfection. But the mask of professionalism shatters the moment Jennie spots Lisa in the lobby, laughing effortlessly with a young intern. The sight of someone else commanding Lisa's attention triggers a territorial hunger Jennie wasn't prepared to face. It's no longer about the schedule or the files; it's about the fact that Lisa belongs in her office, under her gaze, and within her reach. Suddenly, the cold CEO is making up excuses for mandatory overtime and inventing strictly confidential meetings-anything to pull Lisa away from the world and lock her back inside the golden cage of Jennie's private suite. Jennie might still deny her feelings, but her actions say what her pride won't: Lisa isn't just an employee; she's an obsession Jennie has no intention of sharing.

Lisa is a nerd, barely surviving school while working long hours at her best friend's older sister's café. Life is simple, stressful, and predictable... until she accidentally spills coffee on Jennie-the flawless, untouchable popular girl everyone seems to adore. Lisa works tirelessly to keep her head down while the world passes her by, but ruining Jennie's "perfect day" turns her world upside down. What starts as humiliation and tension slowly transforms into something deeper, and Lisa discovers that love sometimes finds you in the most unexpected, messy moments. Between café shifts, school chaos, and awkward encounters, Lisa might just learn that life-and love-can be far sweeter than she ever imagined. Lisa G!P

When Hell Move Next Door Lisa Manoban has her life perfectly planned-an immaculate house, flawless lawn, and zero tolerance for nonsense. Everything screams order... until her new neighbor moves in. Jennie Kim, the gum-popping, rap-blasting, bikini-wearing chaos queen in a cherry-red Mustang, is the walking definition of Lisa's worst nightmare. She's loud, messy, reckless-and infuriatingly gorgeous. From gum stuck in sprinkler heads to music wars at 9 a.m., Lisa swears she'll drive Jennie out of the neighborhood if it's the last thing she does. But when sparks of anger start to blur into something dangerously like desire, Lisa realizes the real problem isn't Jennie wrecking her peace-it's Jennie wrecking her heart. Because sometimes love doesn't knock on your door. Sometimes it kicks down your fence, steals your radio, and sunbathes topless in your backyard.

Before they knew what love truly meant, Jennie Kim and Lisa Manoban made a simple childhood promise - to marry each other when they grew up. But fate had other plans. Lisa moved to Switzerland, and the years turned their promise into nothing more than a distant memory. Now, Jennie is a successful CEO with an icy heart, convinced she waited for someone who was never coming back. Rumors of Lisa dating someone else only hardened the grudge she carried. Until one day, Lisa returns - not as the little girl who left, but as a billionaire determined to fulfill the promise she never forgot. Can a promise survive years of silence, misunderstandings, and resentment? Or is some love meant to remain in the past?

Lisa Manoban, a struggling artist, found solace every day in sketching a beautiful building under construction. For some reason, she was drawn to it, and it made her paints come alive. On the day she planned to finish her painting, the Pride parade was in town. But a run-in between her tray of paints and a petite goddess in a Chanel suit with intimidating feline eyes sent Lisa bolting for safety. Jennie Kim had never wanted someone the way she wanted the tall, blonde, doe-eyed beauty. One unexpected encounter sent her searching every inch of the city for Lisa. She might be able to hide, but not for long. Jennie would make her say the three words-eight letters-"I am yours," no matter what.