Chapter #5Jennie's personal possessions. by: Aayla   The dark brown walls had started to feel so much like home over the past week. After getting over the stale air and lingering feeling of claustrophobia, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Little colourful food pellets, miniscule bottles of water and scraps of fabric had been supplied to all of you before being closed in, which was a lot more than you'd been expecting to receive upon being sealed inside. You'd pieced together what had happened rather quickly, after all, most tinies had heard the stories. Stories of their kind being abducted and sold to bored, wealthy people whether it be as pets or toys.
The first few nights of your prison being horrifically manhandled despite the warning stickers coating the box had been tough on some of the others, but it didn't bother you all that much, you were much more focused on your destination than anything else. After all, the owner you ended up with would be far more important for your quality of life in the long term. As the days went by, the corrugated cardboard walls grew more and more dents as underpaid and overworked shipping employees continued violently and carelessly tossing your temporary home onto whatever conveyer belt had been designated for you. You'd completely run out of unique ways to apologise after being flung through the air into directly into the path of your fellow prisoners.
At long last the day had finally arrived, nearly a month after being ripped from the only life you'd ever known. Quiet whispers were exchanged as the box shuffled, an unsteady pair of hands haphazardly carrying you up a flight of stairs.
DING
DONG
The loud, commanding doorbell silencing all noise around you as everybody tried their best to prepare themselves. A click and a creak later, you were finally given a name.
"Package for Miss Jennie Kim?"
Time stopped and your blood ran cold. Jennie... Kim... it couldn't be, nothing that lucky could possibly happen to someone like you. You continued building up your denial as the conversation was brought to a swift end above.
"Yeah" A short, abrupt reply was all that Jennie could bother to muster.
"P-pardon me Miss.. you're extremely pretty, would you maybe want to-"
"Don't even fucking bother." Jennie rolled her eyes, the young delivery boy had his hopes shattered and his parcel snatched, with a door firmly slammed in his face for the final blow. A slight flicker of hope still sparked in your mind, could it really be her? You'd been a diehard blink from the second you'd laid eyes on Jennie, your size being the only thing preventing you from ever having seen any of the members in person. While some groups permitted small areas during their concerts for tinies, the vast majority, BLACKPINK included didn't bother, there wasn't enough money in it you'd figured. But now, now there was a very real possibility you were about to experience something a lot better than viewing a concert could ever be.
A brutal THUD signalled the dumping of your box from Jennie's hands, cries of pain ringing out all around you as the other tinies were similarly smacked against the cardboard walls. The unsettling silence was interrupted as a long, silver blade pierced the top of the far wall, slowly slicing it's way around before the roof was detatched enough to be ripped off and discarded.
Blood quickly drained from your brain, rapidly making it's way to your pathetic little shaft as you took in the sight. It was most certainly the Jennie Kim you'd been hoping for, and she looked absolutely divine. She didn't seem at all concerned with the fact that nearly thirty strangers had a generous view of her completely exposed to half.
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