The ride to her aunt's house would take at least another thirty minutes and Chaeyoung was already feeling drowsy in the backseat of Taehyung's car.

She had a long day and after eating a plate of chicken skewers, she was ready for some much-needed beauty sleep.

Still, the girl forced her brain to stay awake because, in truth, she didn't trust the two mobsters who were currently driving her home. Worse, she was still debating with herself if leaving Lalisa alone with Jeon Jungkook back in Hongdae was a smart idea.

If Lisa gets involved in a motorcycle accident, I will murder Park Jimin with my bare hands, she decided.

The joke was on her though. They were driving through a more or less empty intersection when, all of a sudden, a black Mercedes on their left side cut Taehyung's path, nearly resulting in a fatal collision.

A loud yelp escaped her mouth as Taehyung's Spiderman-like reflexes took over. At the very last second, the mobster was able to swerve his car off the road. The screeching sound of the tires against the asphalt was deafening.

When the car finally halted, missing the trunk of the Mercedes just by a few inches, rugged breaths can be heard echoing around the vehicle. It took Chaeyoung a couple of long seconds to realize that the noises were coming from her.

Everything happened so fast that it all became a blur to the girl.

"I'm going to fucking kill this motherfucker," Jimin growled, a stream of profanities poured out of his mouth as he left the confines of the car in pure rage. Slamming the door shut behind him, the car was engulfed with heavy silence right after.

A guy around their age emerged from the other car and came face-to-face with an irate Park Jimin. The stranger looked like he had a couple of drinks, too, with the way he swayed on his feet.

A few heated words were exchanged between the two. Then, Chaeyoung watched in terror as the blonde mobster reached for his waistband to retrieve a gun and pointed it unflinchingly towards the other party. The stranger took a step back, fear etched on his ashen face.

"Taehyung-ssi, do something!" Chaeyoung yelled in utter distress, "you have to stop him!" She didn't sign up to witness a murder; she didn't sign up for any of this shit.

Taehyung didn't answer her back and just rolled down his window in response, "Chim, let's go."

"Gimme a second, let me teach this fucker a lesson," Jimin grumbled. Chaeyoung couldn't clearly see his face, her focus was on the mobster's finger hovering over the trigger.

"Now's not the right time, Chaeyoung-ssi is here."

The girl could only sigh in relief when Jimin finally lowered the weapon. "You're lucky the girl of my dreams is here. I would've blown your head off right here, right now," he spewed out.

Under normal circumstances, she would have told the mobster to fuck off. However, at the moment, Chaeyoung was too frightened to react.

Does that mean if I wasn't here, Blondie would have shot the guy then and there, and Mr. I-Don't-Talk-Much would let him anyway?

Jimin went back inside the car without another word or glance at the stranger who looked paralyzed with fear. Then, they continued on their way to her aunt's house, the two mobsters acting as if nothing had happened.

Since Jennie's wedding, she had only seen the playful side of the blonde mobster with his designer clothes and rare talent of annoying her to death.

Now, she saw Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung for who they truly were: fucking criminals.

•••

The bright sunlight piercing through the curtains woke Jennie up from her dreamless slumber. She found herself, not surprisingly, alone in the master bedroom of the penthouse. Looking at the bedside clock, she saw that it was only half-past eight in the morning.

Thankfully, there wasn't a killer headache pounding inside her head at the moment. Her stomach, however, felt hollowed and the girl felt sticky all over.

While under the warm waters from the overhead shower, Jennie quickly went through her scattered memories of the night before.

She had a vague recollection of making out with Yoongi in Jin's office and traveling home aboard his Ford Mustang. When they reached the bedroom, she remembered him dressing her up in fresh nighties, forcing her to drink a glass of water, and tucking her under the covers until finally, she succumbed to blissful sleep.

So this is what it feels like to be taken care of, she smiled wistfully.

All her life, it was Kim Jennie who always needed to be the responsible one. She was Blackpink's designated driver; the one who would fix the troubles stirred up by Kim Jisoo; the big sister who would make sure Park Chaeyoung was healthy and happy; and the person who had taken the role of raising Kim Lalisa since they were kids.

After her quick shower, she dressed comfortably in black shorts and white crop top before making her way to the kitchen to cook herself some breakfast.

She stopped in her tracks upon seeing Min Yoongi sitting alone in the dining room. He still had his silk pajamas on, leisurely reading a newspaper. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Good morning to you, too," he took a sip from his mug of black coffee.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I need my rest, too." Yoongi replied, "contrary to your belief, I'm not a machine."

To say that she was incredulous was an understatement. "Who are you and what did you do to Min Yoongi?"

A lopsided grin appeared on his thin lips. "Isn't this what you wanted, Jennie, us spending time together as husband and wife?"

The memories of what she drunkenly confessed in Jin's office made her cringe to the core. "Ugh, don't remind me."

He chuckled in response, utter amusement evident on his face, before taking another sip of his coffee and going back to reading the daily paper.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"I don't eat breakfast," was his clipped reply.

His words made her frown. Health is wealth, and breakfast was believed to be the most important meal of the day. She was not having that. "You do now," she threatened, "I will whip something up and you will eat every piece of it or so help me."

"Geez, calm down." The mobster grumbled. "Fine, knock yourself out."

"Give me twenty minutes." Jennie decided to make something simple for breakfast: Eggs Benedict with smoked Canadian bacon and Avocado toasts, her favorite. True to her words, the girl served the food in under twenty minutes. "Eat up, my hardworking husband," she teased.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at her but did just that anyway. "Not bad," he commented after a few bites.

She knew it was the only compliment she was going to get from him at the moment. "I didn't take cooking classes for nothing."

"If you're going to cook like this every morning. I just might change my mind about breakfasts," he muttered nonchalantly.

If there was one thing Kim Jennie loved doing, it was making delicious food for the people around her. Lisa had her dancing, Chaeyoung, her music, and Jisoo, her love for anything extraordinary. Jennie, on the other hand, had her cooking and she was passionate about it.

"You got yourself a deal," she grinned. This way, she could also experiment on new recipes every day and one more person can critique them to perfection. The thought made her giddy.

Her husband took a bite of avocado toast and smiled to himself. It took Jennie a few seconds to soak in the beautiful sight right in front of her. This gummy smile of his was so rare and so genuine; she concluded that it was her favorite facial feature of Min Yoongi's.

End of Chapter 11

Author's Note:

Happy Jimin Day!

Thank you for 20K reads. Also, thank you to everybody who voted about which ship they wanted to read more of.

Btw, I've started a new ~fluffy~ book last month called "Utopia". I hope you all could give it a chance, too.

Get ready for a whole chapter of pure Liskook I'll be posting soon.

Love,
Alaska