OWN YOU (OY) | Jennie Kim x Female Reader [Republished]

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AT THE GRAVEYARD

No One's Pov's

The brunette knelt on the cold ground, carefully placing a white chrysanthemum on her mother's gravestone. She lit a single candle, watching the small flame flicker in the gentle breeze before exhaling a deep sigh.

"Hey, Mom..." she murmured, gazing at the engraved name. "I'm sorry I haven't visited for almost six years." She didn't cry. There was no dramatic breakdown—just a quiet, lingering sadness mixed with exhaustion.

"You know, ever since you died, I've always wondered... If I die, would I go to heaven or hell?" She let out a dry chuckle. "Because, Mom... I'm so tired. Mentally. Physically. Even after finding Dad, I realized he wasn't my escape. It's like I'm trapped in this endless cycle, living like this until the day I die. Funny, huh? But you know me... I suck at jokes."

She continued talking—about the past six years, about the things she had seen, the people she had met, and the burdens she carried. It was normal, talking to the dead. It made the loneliness a little more bearable.

"So... you finally decided to visit your mom, huh?"

A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around, meeting the gaze of an older man standing behind her. He held a single red rose, which he silently placed beside the chrysanthemum.

"Yeah, Dad," Y/n replied simply. There was no warmth between them. He didn't even call her daughter. Instead, he addressed her by name.

"When is the Amity event at the Kim Manor?" he asked, his tone businesslike. Y/n scoffed, dusting off her pants as she stood up. "Next week. Seven at night." She glanced at her mother's tombstone one last time before walking away.

Not in a million years will I let myself be his puppet, she thought.

Before getting into her car, she took a final look at the man still standing by her mother's grave. Her lips curled into a smirk.

He better treat me well... or else he'll lose another gem.

Y/n Pov's

I found myself at Roseanne's place—not to mess around, but to inform her about the upcoming Amity event. The event was meant to establish peace between the major Mafia and Gang organizations, a forced truce after decades of bloodshed. The Fifth Organization had been at war for generations, all because of one girl.

A legend. A ghost from the past.

A woman who had been the best assassin of all five organizations. She lived a life eerily similar to mine—losing her mother, becoming a killer, and even marrying the daughter of her boss. But in the end, she died happily.

"Let me get this straight," Roseanne spoke, interrupting my thoughts. "You're not here to have fun with me. You just want to inform me about the Amity event next week at the Kim Manor?" She sat beside me, wearing nothing but a black crop top and blue Adidas joggers.