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.