When up-and-coming actress Y/N lands the lead in a sweeping historical romance film, she expects a career breakthrough-not a daily battle of wills with her infamously composed co-star, Jennie Kim. A celebrated A-lister with a flawless public image, Jennie is known for her icy beauty, unmatched talent, and total professionalism. Y/N, on the other hand, is proudly gay, openly chaotic, and armed with a sharp tongue and even sharper sense of humor. The film? A high-stakes enemies-to-lovers period drama set in a time of war and betrayal. The plot is intense, the emotions raw, and the chemistry between their characters-undeniable. Off-camera, though, the tension is just as thick. Jennie is guarded and distant. Y/N is impulsive and irreverent. They clash in rehearsals, tease during interviews, and trip over each other-literally and figuratively. But somewhere between late-night rehearsals, stolen glances, and unscripted moments that linger too long, the line between fiction and reality begins to blur. Jennie's carefully built walls start to crack. Y/N finds herself falling-against her better judgment-for someone who's supposed to be straight. Someone who's everything she swore not to fall for again. As the movie hurtles toward its passionate finale, so does the slow-burning spark between them. Fame, fear, and feelings collide, forcing both women to confront what's real, what's for show, and what they're willing to risk for something that might just be love.

To the rest of the world, she is Blackpink's Jennie Kim-an untouchable, global superstar draped in custom Chanel and Mugler. But behind the closed doors of dressing rooms and luxury hotel suites, she hides inside a faded, oversized heather-grey hoodie that carries the heavy weight of a broken promise. It is the last remaining piece of her life before fame, belonging to Y/N, the girl she left behind five years ago to chase her idol dreams. When a late-night walk to escape the suffocating pressure of a sold-out Seoul stadium leads Jennie into a quiet, rain-slicked neighborhood café, she comes face-to-face with the past she thought she lost forever. Standing behind the counter is Y/N-older, sharper, but holding the same grounding presence Jennie has starved for. Locked together in the quiet midnight warmth, the frayed cuffs and a tiny tear near the pocket give away her identity, forcing two fractured hearts to confront five years of silence, unhealed ache, and a love that never actually moved on.

Jennie Kim is used to the high-stakes world of designer labels and quiet luxury. What she isn't used to is a grease-stained, motorcycle-riding barista who calls her "Princess" and makes her heart race faster than a Ducati. When a simple holiday trip leads Jennie and her three chaotic best friends back to y/n's rural hometown, Jennie faces her biggest challenge yet: meeting the "in-laws," surviving a jealous local rival, and enduring a slideshow of y/n's most embarrassing childhood photos. Between secret lake visits and "monkey" tree incidents, Jennie realizes that the countryside might just be where she finally belongs.

Some of the romantic short stories between you and your favorite k-pop idols! Because who doesn't like that?! I imagine many of them in my dreams. Hope you'll like them too. Enjoy! [E] stands for Explicit Chapter. The updates are gonna be slow because these are short stories. You can check out my other books if you want. I would really appreciate your votes and comments!💖

Falling for her feels amiss, like something that shouldn't exist. She's my half-sister, but not really-no blood, no real family bond. Still, every glance feels like crossing a line I shouldn't. It's wrong, but I can't stop.

There is a lot of drama and profanity in this narrative. read at your own risk.

Prologue Jennie Kim did not remember the accident. She did not remember the sound of metal crushing in the rain. She did not remember her mother's hand slipping from hers. She did not remember the moment everything ended. What she remembered was waking up. White ceiling. Sharp antiseptic in the air. A machine breathing beside her. Her chest felt tight. Heavy. Unfamiliar. When she tried to move, pain answered first. When she tried to speak, her throat burned. And when she searched the room for her parents- She saw Jisoo instead. Her sister's eyes were swollen. Red. Grandpa U-jin stood behind her, hands clasped behind his back, holding himself upright by sheer will. No one said it at first. They didn't need to. Jennie survived. Her parents didn't. The doctors called it a miracle. They said her lungs had failed. They said she wouldn't have made it through the night. They said a transplant saved her. They said a donor was found in time. Seventeen years old. Grieving. Breathing. Jennie never asked whose lung now filled her chest. She never wanted to know what it had cost. Some miracles come with a price. Some breaths are borrowed. And not all debts are paid immediately. Disclaimer: This is purely a fanfiction. Nothing in this story reflects the real lives or personalities of the artists. All events and character portrayals are fictional and created for entertainment only. Please read with an open mind and respect. **All photos are credited to their respective owners.

For the first time, Rosie Park is facing the world without her best friend by her side - no, Lisa Manoban isn't dead but she is in Rome, following her dreams. And Rosie really is thrilled for her. Left to her own devices, she's doing... fine. Oh, except for the fact that her new roommate, Jennie Kim, has hated Rosie since the literal day they'd met two years ago. Sure, most of their interactions end in disaster and Rosie is the root cause, but they are all accidents! She'll win Jennie over though; she's determined to make this living arrangement work come hell or high water. Jennie never planned on finding herself living with the most frustrating person she'd ever met, but for rent this low, she's positive that she can put up with anything Rosie throws her way. What she isn't sure she can handle is her mom returning to her life, wanting to bond with Jennie. She definitely doesn't know how to manage her mom believing that she and Rosie are a couple. And she doesn't want to deal with the fact that Rosie, tall and blonde with warm brown eyes, seems far too into acting the part. Perhaps the most daunting aspect of all is realizing that she might have been wrong about Rosie all along... [Chaennie Convert]

[Chaennie fanfic, topse, gp] High school is tough enough without your ex sitting across the cafeteria, flipping her hair like she still owns the place. They used to be in love, now they're just in each other's way - or so they claim. Between jealous schemes, over-the-top competitions, and friends who are way too entertained by their chaos, high school has never been this messy. Because sometimes, the only thing more complicated than hating your ex... is realizing you never stopped caring.