MollyDQueen
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Jennie Kim built her life on composure.
At thirty-two, she sits at the top floor of Kim Corp, the kind of woman whose silence weighs more than anyone's speech.
Luxury, precision, restraint - she made an empire out of things that never slip.
People say Jennie doesn't fall in love.
What they don't know is she learned to keep it quiet long before she learned to keep it together.
Across the river, in a small restaurant tucked between old bookstores and neon bars, Lisa Manoban works with her hands - a chef whose plates taste like memories she refuses to explain.
Before the knives and the heat, she was a dancer - sharp lines, soft wrists, rhythm that lived in her bones.
She doesn't perform on stage anymore, but everyone who watches her move through her kitchen knows she never stopped dancing - just changed the floor.
They aren't strangers.
Not friends.
Not ex-lovers.
Something else. Something unnamed.
Jennie eats at Lisa's restaurant once a month.
Never reserved under her own name.
Never photographed.
But every time she walks in, Lisa changes the menu without asking - just a little - as if her memory still knows what Jennie might need.
People notice:
the shift in Lisa's posture when Jennie enters,
the way Jennie slows her chewing when Lisa sets the plate herself.
No one says anything.
Their history isn't written anywhere,
but it lives under skin and between glances -
in the tattoos Lisa never explains,
in the lyrics Jennie never publishes,
in the meals that feel like confessions,
in the silence that tastes like truth.
Everyone knows something happened once -
or almost happened -
or could still happen if either of them ever chose to move first.
But they don't.
Not yet.
For now, they remain what they've always been:
private - but not a secret.