(a/n: Are you all ready to catch a glimpse of Jennie's perspective? This marks our first time experiencing a different point of view. Here you go, my beloved readers! :)

P.S. I'll be updating frequently, given that many of us are currently dealing with the pandemic and might be seeking ways to pass the time at home. So expect more updates coming your way very soon...)

Renegade -  a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country or set of principles

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Jennie's POV

Flashback...

I stirred in my bed, the need to pee pulling me out of sleep's grasp. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I became aware of the warmth beside me, and the memories of last night rushed back, filling me with a giddy excitement. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I took in the sight of the woman I loved, peacefully sleeping beside me.

"I could definitely get used to this," I murmured to myself, reaching out to lightly trace my finger over Yoona's soft, plump lips. "I love you," the words escaped my lips in a gentle whisper. I could gaze at her like this for hours, but my immediate need for the bathroom pulled me from my reverie. I carefully slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb her rest, and made my way to the bathroom.

Returning to the room, I found Yoona still asleep, her presence filling the space with a comforting warmth. A small sigh escaped me as I watched her, conflicted emotions bubbling within me. I should let her sleep, I thought, moving to the bedside table to retrieve my phone.

However, my gaze was drawn to the screen of Yoona's phone as it lit up, and my curiosity got the better of me. Leaning in closer, I squinted at the message displayed on the screen and froze in disbelief.

From: Jessica my love

Good morning love, I hope you had a restful sleep despite working overtime. Although we live together, it always feels strange when I sleep alone without you. Please make sure to come back home as soon as you can, I really need your hugs and kisses. I love you, Yoong ❤

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and a wave of pain surged through my chest. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces, the knives of betrayal stabbing deep. My breath caught in my throat, and my legs felt weak, as if they could no longer support me. It was as if time stood still for a moment, and the room around me blurred as tears filled my eyes

A barrage of questions and emotions flooded my mind, overwhelming me. Who was this Jessica? How could Yoona keep this from me? The person I loved, who I'd shared my most intimate moments with, was now revealed to have another person in her life—a person who claimed her heart, her love. The trust I had placed in Yoona felt like it was crumbling, and I struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.

My body seemed to move on its own accord, dropping me to my knees beside the bed. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at Yoona, grappling with the pain that twisted in my chest. The questions raced through my mind, each one like a knife digging deeper into my heart. How could you do this to me? Why didn't I see this coming? Did you ever truly love me? The love that once felt so solid now felt like a fragile illusion, shattered by this revelation.

I couldn't bear to face Yoona, so I rushed to the bathroom and stared at my reflection, my emotions in turmoil. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't let Yoona or my parents see my swollen eyes. Now was not the time to be a sobbing mess.

My phone began to ring, and I saw it was my friends calling for a video chat. I let out a sigh and decided to head downstairs to answer the call, putting on a mask to conceal the pain etched on my face.

"Early riser," my father greeted as I reminded myself to hide my emotions. I approached him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Morning, Dad. Morning, Mom," I said, avoiding their eyes. "I'm just going to take this call from my friends. Oh, by the way, Yoona's still asleep in my room." I could sense their surprise and curiosity, demanding an explanation.

"We studied late into the night for an upcoming exam, so I don't think she'll be joining us for breakfast," I quickly explained, using the review session as an excuse.

"Alright, then. Go ahead and take your call," my father said, understanding the situation.

I stepped out of the house and answered the call from my friends. We chatted on the video call for nearly an hour, but my mind kept drifting back to what I had seen on Yoona's phone. Should I tell them about it? I debated internally.

Lost in thought, I ended up staying outside for another two hours, staring off into the distance as I grappled with the situation.

Turning around, I jumped in surprise when I saw Yoona standing right in front of me. I scanned her appearance from head to toe, my heart warring between anger and love. I wanted to lash out, to punch her for betraying me, but the love I felt for her held me back. Why did she have to do this to me? Weren't we happy together? Wasn't our love enough for her?

In that moment, a decision crystallized in my mind. I made up my mind about what I was going to do. No matter how difficult it might be, I was resolute and unwavering in my choice.

She had asked me if she had taken my ity, and I had answered her without a hint of hesitation. I had made a promise to myself that whoever took my ity would be a permanent fixture in my life, and that certainly applied to her. She might have been taken aback by my straightforwardness, my blunt declaration that she wouldn't leave my life after taking my ity. That's the price she paid for becoming the one who claimed my v-card. It might sound arrogant, but it was the truth. Many boys and girls had desired me, and yet she was the one who had my heart.

As I looked at her, her innocent facade was shattered in my eyes. Her smiling face concealed the reality that there was someone else who held her affection and attention. The realization churned my stomach, making me feel sick.

My parents had always taught me that sharing is caring, but that concept never sat well with me. I was possessive when it came to what belonged to me. What was mine was mine alone, and I didn't entertain the idea of sharing. Yoona was mine, and mine alone. If someone dared to claim her, then I was ready to show them who the real owner was.

Ever since I discovered her infidelity, I had become increasingly clingy. I engaged in intimate moments with her to assert my ownership, to remind her that she belonged to me. But it was a futile attempt to cover up the fact that she was involved with someone else. I was consumed by curiosity, a burning desire to confront her and demand to know who the hell she thought she was, cheating on me behind my back. Yet, I lacked the confidence to confront her. In her presence, I became the vulnerable and innocent girl, ready to surrender everything to her. That's how deep my love for her ran, and how foolish I was.

Insecurity had never been a part of my personality. I accepted myself for who I was, flaws and all. But with her in my life, I suddenly found myself plagued by insecurities. I feared she would find someone better, prettier, more capable of satisfying her desires. These insecurities waged war within me, compelling me to strive for perfection whenever she was near.

I had followed her to an unfamiliar large house, waiting for hours, feeling foolish and lost in my thoughts. She finally emerged, driving away with her cousin. I continued to follow, this time with Lisa inexplicably by my side.

"How the hell did you find me?" I asked Lisa in a hushed tone as we hid, observing Yoona and her cousin from a distance.

"I was at the store when I saw your car pass by, so I followed you," Lisa explained as she glanced in the direction I was looking. "Why are you following Ms. Im? Is there something I need to know?"

"Just shut up and I'll explain later," I snapped, my attention still fixed on Yoona.

It became clear that the celebrity Jessica Jung was acquainted with Yoona and referred to her as 'Yoong'. That detail resonated with the nickname used in the text message. How could I have been so naive? The message was from Jessica, and Jessica was the famous Jessica Jung.

I wasn't oblivious to the emotions that crossed your face when Jessica appeared. You managed to hide your feelings so well, keeping your composure even as I was breaking down inside. How could you be so composed, so collected, while my heart was shattering?

I watched your car drive away and turned to Lisa, who was demanding an explanation. I hesitated, considering whether I should keep it to myself. However, she was persistent and I found myself opening up, unable to bear the pain alone. The feeling of betrayal from you, someone I loved so deeply, was unbearable.

And then I cried, surprising Lisa. She hugged me, offering comfort, and then she guided me into my car so we could talk privately.

I shouldn't have confessed, but Lisa was relentless. Now she was furious – a side of her that rarely surfaced. I was nervous because Lisa's anger was rare and intense. "Are you ing nuts, Jennie?" she raged. "She cheated on you! She ing cheated on you, so open your ing eyes! She's not good for you! Nobody deserves to be cheated on, but what did she do? This is absurd, Jennie, and it's not healthy either! You need to break up with her because you're just going to hurt yourself more! Are you even listening? Stop defending her! She made a mistake and you can't change that fact!"

I cried uncontrollably, pleading with Lisa not to tell anyone, not even our friends. I dropped to my knees, a pitiful sight, just to protect you, even when it was your fault. She was against the idea of keeping it a secret, but my desperation compelled me to beg her on my knees, promising to do anything to keep the truth hidden.

"Do you really love her, Jennie?" Lisa asked softly, her voice cracking. "You deserve more than this. Not a cheater, and certainly not someone as insignificant as a substitute teacher."

"I... I know, but I love her. I can't live without her, please just keep it a secret for me," I pleaded, barely able to hold back tears. "I don't know what to do without her... She's my life, Lisa, my life... and no one else."

That was all it took for Lisa to agree to keep the secret. She did it for me, and I was grateful to have a friend like her.

The saga continued as I followed you around, hidden in the shadows. My suspicions were confirmed – you were indeed living in that house, with that celebrity. Watching her embrace you with hugs and kisses made me sick to my stomach, knowing I was sharing what should only belong to me. I despised it, resenting it with every fiber of my being. Was she better than me? Was I lacking something? Tell me!

I approached my dad, telling him that I wanted you close to me, no matter the cost. I suggested that you join my father's company since your major aligns with our business. If that's what it takes for you to stay close to me, then so be it. I'd do anything to keep you by my side.

I felt a rush of happiness when my dad willingly offered you a position in his company. But doubts crept in – what if you didn't want to stay there for long? I needed a more foolproof plan. I needed to ensure that you were with me, that you couldn't escape.

I wanted to marry you. It seemed like the perfect solution – a way to finally claim you as mine without anyone else in the picture. That's it – I love you, and you love me. You wouldn't have stayed with me if you didn't love me, right? I couldn't understand why you were still holding on to that celebrity. What was keeping you tied to her? I desperately wanted to know, so I could have you all to myself. Why were you still holding on? Give me a clue, a hint – anything to ease this torment. This obsession was driving me to the brink of insanity.

I waited, hoping for a sign, a glimmer of insight. But none came. You left me no choice. Let's just get married.

End of Flashback.. 

End of Point of View

(Present Day) 

Yoona pushed aside her wandering thoughts for the moment, offering a genuine smile to Jennie's parents. "Of course, sir. Who am I to let Jennie slip away from me? We're planning for a future together anyway, and besides, I truly love your daughter," her voice resonated with sincerity, causing Jennie's eyes to well up with tears of joy.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim exchanged soft smiles, relieved by Yoona's response and her evident love for their daughter. Their eyes shifted to Jennie, who was overcome with emotion, reassured that Yoona's commitment was unwavering.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mr. Kim remarked, taking a sip of his wine. "I'm expecting to see you tomorrow, then?"

His birthday was approaching, and he had extended an invitation to Yoona for the celebration. His initial encounter with her had been unexpected – he had known her solely as Jennie's teacher and tutor. However, the revelation of their romantic involvement had allowed him to get to know Yoona on a deeper level. He had grown fond of her and was pleased to learn that she had pursued business. Yoona's unwavering affection for his daughter further solidified his belief that she was the right person for Jennie.

The dinner continued smoothly, and Yoona felt a sense of comfort throughout the evening. She was at ease, a rare feeling for her during social gatherings. She felt confident that she had made the right choice.

Later, leaning against her car, Jennie held Yoona's hands as she spoke. "The theme for tomorrow's party is motorcycles. I can't wait to see you in a motorcycle outfit," she playfully teased, her gaze lingering on Yoona's lips, a fleeting moment of desire in her eyes.

Amused by Jennie's words, Yoona let out a chuckle. "What's on your mind?" 

Jennie laughed too, but her expression turned more intense as her eyes locked onto Yoona's. "I want you to me in this car until I can barely walk," she stated bol