[ 𝐞𝐮 - 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫 - 𝐢𝐚 ] • 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 (𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ──────────────────── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

Jennie Kim does not know love. She did not grow up in a loving household. She never had reason to bashfully hide notes in her lunch on the first day of school, she was lucky if she was able to scavenge anything for lunch at all. She doesn't really think about love, if she's being honest. Or. She didn't. Until three days ago, when Rosie Park ripped her fucking world in half by using the word more in five minutes than Jennie had ever heard it before in her entire fucking life. Hell, she's heard the word 'fuck' out of her mother's mouth more than she's ever heard Mom say 'love'. How would she know if she loves Rosie? She doesn't know what love is, what it feels like. --- Note: I do not own this story. This fan fiction is an adaptation. All credits go to the original author of the story.

The other team's captain was messing with her. Each time the Seahawks got a touchdown, the brunette would shoot a wink at Jennie or flash one of those irritating smirks in her direction. Something itches underneath her skin with every teasing gesture, driving Jennie close to madness. a football rivals chaennie adaptation

Thirteen years into her successful career as a global superstar, Roseanne Park's got a lot of explaining to do. Everyone thinks that they know her, or has an opinion on her life, who's she's dating, what she's wearing, who she's singing about, but the truth is, they don't know her at all. Following a career of ups and downs, lies and secrecy, and more than her fair share of slanderous comments about her notorious breakup songs about ex-boyfriends, she finally decides to come clean in a tell-all interview with one of the biggest talk show hosts, hoping to clear the air once and for all. No more secrets, no more lies, even if it costs her the career she's worked so hard to build. She's finally ready to tell the brutal truth about her glamorous and scandalous life, about the ruthless ambition that thrust her to the top of the charts, the friends and enemies she made along the way, and reveal the truth about the love of her life. [converted. all credits goes to original author]

Jennie is doing everything she can to get Rosie to fall in love with her; Rosie does her best to drive Jennie away. It's a ten day gay disaster. --- A romcom au based on the movie How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

To say the least, Roseanne Park has not had a lot of luck in relationships. Heartbreak after heartbreak, boyfriend after girlfriend, each person was just another domino in a long chain of tragic love stories. All of them tragic, except one. Jennie Kim. Jennie has always been the first domino, it just takes Rosie a while to realize it. What better way for her to come across this realization than some good old weed. (The one where Rosie gets high and then Jennie suddenly becomes the center of her universe. . . again.) --- A Chaennie Adaptation.

One day, two women meet on the subway. The recently dumped Jennie is recovering from a broken heart, and Rosie is grappling with the open-ish relationship she has with her long-distance boyfriend. They decide that they're going to become friends. The kind of friends who also have totally casual, no-strings-attached, nobody's-catching-feelings sex. What could go wrong? --- Note: I do not own this story. This fan fiction is an adaptation. All credits go to the original author of the story.

Jennie was the best employee on the helpline, she had a loving husband and a beautiful daughter. Until one day. Until the day she saved the boy from death, but failed to save her own daughter. How was she supposed to live now that her whole life had collapsed like a house of cards? And would anyone be there to save her?

-I think it wouldn't hurt to introduce myself.- The red-eyed girl smiled sweetly.- My name is Chaeyoung, and from now on I am your personal demon.

So what if Jennie's skin always had a slight glow to it, the kind that made her seem young and bright, yet effortlessly timeless all at once? Who cared if the pencil skirts she wore hugged the curve of her hips in ways that made Chaeyoung rethink every item in her wardrobe? Or if suits looked just as sinfully good on her trim frame. None of that mattered. Jennie couldn't be trusted. || 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 ||