#rosé x yn
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Sweetest dreams
Park Chaeyoung x reader
Synopsis: it’s been long since you’ve had a girls night with your best friend, Rosé. also, it’s been long since you’ve been having many non-friendly dreams regarding the blonde, too. luckily, she knows you and your body too well, and is all willing to help.
Warnings: smut. nsfw. dom!rosé x sub!reader
Word count: 2.6k
Notes: this is a fairly worn out prompt but i’m trying to get back to writing so… i hope it doesn’t suck too much. love you bunnies ^^ xx ps: not proofread! sorry :/ it’s late and i have an exam tmr
Rosé’s tongue was all over your body, making you shiver. She trails sweet kisses over your skin, her mouth lingering lower and lower until she reached the middle of your thighs, making you moan as you grab her hair to pull her face to your needy cunt. Your skin felt on fire, and you needed release so bad…
In a blink, however, you found yourself almost falling off the bed, pajamas sticking to your sweaty skin and heart roaming loudly. You gathered yourself back to a safe place in bed and, taking deep breaths, tried to remind yourself it was just a dream. An excellent, forbidden one.
Once again, you were dreaming of fucking your best friend. Those dreams were beginning to happen frequently, now, no matter how hard you tried to suppress your feelings for her. Rosé was simply everywhere: in advertisements, banners, commercials… She was, indeed, the moment. It was impossible to ignore her presence and effect on your body, even though you tried. Hard.
As you managed to calm yourself down, you took notice of how wet you were. Your panties were sticking to your cunt, and you simply felt the urge to be filled. It was uncomfortable and made you incredibly frustrated, even more since the dream had felt so real… it was almost like Rosé was actually between your thighs, pleasing you until your body went numb.
You could only wish, though.
“Y/n, love, what’s wrong?” You felt the rosé’s arms on your back, tracing soothing circles, as she usually did when you woke up from a nightmare. She knew you were prone to those, often facetiming her in the middle of the night to have her keep you company until you managed to fall asleep.
However, it wasn’t a nightmare this time.
You and Rosé have been best friends since high school, and she was thrilled to welcome you to Korea when you got into Hanyang University, in Seoul. Your friendship only got stronger as she debuted and even now, with her idol life and your work in tech, you’d always find some time to talk to each other and hang out. You were close— she was your closest friend, even though she was frequently physically away for the most, and Rosé would always make some time to have sleepovers with you, whenever she came back to Korea. It was a ritual you’ve grown accustomed to for many years now, and it was extremely relaxing and soothing: to just gossip, eat snacks and watch cringey movies until you fell asleep in her enormous bed, passed out from exhaustion.
That was until you started having those damn dreams about her, months ago.
Sensing that you wouldn’t answer, Rosé scooped herself closer, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Just tell me, dear, and we’ll fix it. Is it another nightmare?”
You shook her head, shutting your eyes to avoid staring at the blonde’s attentive gaze. If Rosé took a single look at you, she’d know you were terribly aroused right away.
Somehow, Rosé always knows everything that happens to you.
Gently grabbing your chin, she inspected every inch of your face.
“Not a nightmare?” You mumbled in response, shaking your head. Her brows furrowed, and she stood on her elbows. “What then, love?”
Her hand was still tracing circles on your back, and God, her touch was driving you crazy. You were absolutely conscious of the wet pool in your panties and couldn’t help but wonder what would it feel like if her long, graceful fingers went a bit further, until they reached your slit and—
“J-just a dream.” the pillow muffled your voice. “Silly dream.”
“It’s not silly, dear. Not if it bothers you. Do you want to tell me what was it about?” Rosé offered, finally stopping to stroke your back. She was awake now, focused on you.
It makes you shiver.
“It’s ok, really.” You gulped, pushing the covers to get off the bed and from the temptation that was having the blonde so close. “I just have to use the restroom real quick.”
Her hands gripped your thighs to stop you from getting up, nails scratching your needy skin. You let out a low grasp, immediately putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. It didn’t matter, now. Of course she heard you moan like a little bitch at her slightest touch. You grabbed her wrists, but didn’t motion to pull her from you, either.
“Y/n, look at me.” Her assertive tone was the same you’ve heard many times, although directed to other people. The one she used when she wanted something done quickly and without much questioning; the one of a leader. Naturally, you did as told, staring hesitantly at her darkened eyes. “Tell me what you’ve just dreamt about.”
You gulped, mumbling a set of incoherent phrases until a squeeze on your thigh made you inhale deeply, trying to gather some courage. “Promise not to laugh? Or to hate me?”
“Never, dearest.” Rosé smiled at you, just as she has done countless times before, which soothes most of your nerves away. “We tell each other everything, right? So tell me.”
Her hands, the ones still brushing your thighs with care, made it difficult to breathe and to speak clearly. You’ve always loved that Rosé was an affectionate person, but that seemed a lot different, now. Her touch was clearly different.
You don’t think you can get any wetter than that; your insides felt so drenched you feared you’d be leaving a wet spot in Rosé’s sheets once you got up. Your skin was on fire and your hands trembled, expecting. You wondered what would Rosé do once you finally confess your dirtiest, sluttiest things you. Would she tell you off? Would she say she only thought of you as a friend, and that you were mixing things up?
Still, for the first time in your life, you decided to risk it.
“I-I,” Your voice faltered, too scared to say anything and fuck up your friendship, but as rosé kissed your hair gently, you continued, “I dreamt you were eating me out. There, I said it. That was it.”
You shut your eyes, feeling your face getting all flustered. She must think you’re such a pervert, now. Why wouldn’t she, with you edging yourself on her bed like a whore?
You didn’t want ruin your friendship, nor did you want Rosé to think of you as one of the many people who only wanted her for her body, her money or her fame.
Again, you motioned to get up, mumbling excuses and adding you were going home immediately, but the smaller girl managed to place herself in front of you, a sneaky smile dancing on her lips.
“Do you want me to?” She licked her lips, staring at your mouth expectantly. you didn’t answer immediately, with your mind still clouded, making her jump in her place. “Eat you out, I mean. Do you?”
You choked on your saliva as you gulped hard, staring at her in disbelief. “If I want you to—“
“Wait. I have a better idea,” Rosé pushed you as she placed herself between your thighs, “Just don’t think so much, Y/n.”
Before you could say anything, the blonde had already taken your panties out, diving into your cunt with hunger. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as she works her way in, your hands flying to her hair to push her even further.
She doesn’t let you breathe or even compose yourself as her hands roam through your body, soon getting rid of your big shirt.
“You taste so good, Y/n-nie.” She murmurs, although it clearly isn’t directed at you. Her gazed is focused on your sex, lazily playing with your clit as she licks and sucks, “Just as I always knew you would. Took you too fucking long.”
“R-rosie…” You mumble, too lost in pleasure to properly tell her what you want her to do with you. Rosé is skilled, and you try your best to ignore the piercing feeling that bruises your heart as you realize she’s obviously had lots of practice. Thankfully, said thoughts are promptly vanished from your brain as the blonde’s fingers open you up, allowing her to slip her tongue inside your entrance in a languid pace. Her movements are messy and her saliva, mixed with your wetness, runs in a thin line through her chin as she moans. The vibrations of her voice echo through your cunt with enough strength to make you cum on the spot, and it takes you much strength to just not give in.
She looks divine, all collected while you’re a shuddering mess, her tongue now making circling movements everywhere as she plays with your sex as much as she wants to. You can feel your abdomen heating up to your orgasm, and part of you hates that she’s so good at this: you don’t want it to end so soon.
“‘M-m close,” You manage to mumble, gripping her hair even tighter to push her into your dripping pussy. To your dismay, she retreats herself quickly, giving your pussy a final, sloppy kiss as she distances herself from between your thighs.
You whine, almost crying to have your pleasure ruined. You stand on your elbows to stare at Rosé, cocking your head to the sides to try to figure her out. Hadn’t you been good? You did tell her about your dreams, just as she asked demandedy you to. Why were you being punished, then?
Laughing at your confusion, Rosé pulls herself up to meet your face, taking you in for a lusty kiss. She liked it messy, it’s not difficult to notice. Your mouths were both red and bruised from the intensity of your actions, with the blonde dominating all corners of your mouth completely, until you too had tasted the saltness of your juices mixed with her intoxicating taste; one you’ve dreamt about for so long.
“I’m not trying to ruin your fun, babe.” She murmurs, tapping your thighs, so you’re positioned on top of her as she lies down, bringing your red, swollen pussy onto her face. Somehow, Rosé always knows what you are thinking.
Her tone is low and sensual as she adds, giving your cunt shallow licks, “I just want you to cum on my face, exactly like this.”
You don’t have much of a choice, even so, as she grips her nails on your thighs and lowers your body to lap her mouth at your cunt once again, somehow even more dense than before. You didn’t mind the pain from her acrylic nails, though— too focused on regaining the familiar feeling that was already building up on your stomach to care about the marks it’d leave, later.
“You’re t-too good. Fuck!” Your eyes roll as you push yourself even further onto Rosé, not minding whether she was breathing or not. Although, from the way she rubs her own thighs and the lewd sounds she makes, you’re fairly able to notice she’s getting her fair amount of fun, too.
“You should’ve heard yourself, Y/n.” Rosé’s giggles are nothing but a mushed sound in your head, since all you were focused was on how sweet her lips tasted when colliding with your skin. Her greedy tongue sucked on your clit, making its way onto all your pussy just to pay attention to your swollen bud once again, circling and changing the amount of pressure she chose to apply. You felt one of her hands grip your breasts, pinching your nipples in a sudden movement that causes your eyes to open, making you focus on the blonde. It was so good, and you could feel your release starting to present itself, rushing down in strong waves that had your body begin to tremble slightly. “Moaning like a bitch for me, even in your dreams. You’re so nasty, you know? Wanting this so bad. Such a fucking whore.”
“R-rosie, please, I’m so fucking close. Let me cum, please, I s-swear I’ll do anything you want if you just let me fucking c—“ You beg, letting out a high-pitched moan as you feel her teeth nibbling the insides of your thighs.
You can feel her smiling under you as she commands. “Do it, my sweet. Let go, then.” And with one final harsh suck on your clit, you come hard, your whole body trembling as Rosé helps you extend your high by giving your pussy long, sloppy licks, collecting all of your cum as she does so.
You sigh, letting your body fall limp besides her. Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you’d wake up covered in bruises in the morning— and Rosé knew how much you thought it was corny to be marked like that.
However, it did make you let out a small giggle, knowing she probably did it on purpose, always finding little ways to defy you.
“God, you’re so pretty like this.” You feel her slim arms circle your waist, pulling you close to herself as she places little kisses on your shoulder and back. “Doesn’t even compare to how I imagined it, so many fucking times. I lost count, you know?Of how many.”
Instinctively, you found yourself leaning further as she finds her way to your neck, brushing your sticky, sweaty hair aside to make sure to leave an even bigger mess on your skin. It was only when you felt her fingers brush your ass and cup your cunt that you whined loudly, turning around to hide your head in the crook of her neck.
“One more, princess?” She asks, pecking your lips as she lifts your chin, eager to have a proper look at your fucked out face. For Rosé, it was the best sight in the world.
“S’ too soon, Rosie. Too much.” You mumble, looking down to where her hands rested. You’ve had a rough week at work, and now that your high has passed, you could feel the weariness reaching deep in your bones. You closed your eyes, hoping to rest for just a few seconds, but whined even more as you felt the weight of her on the bed gone.
“I’ll clean you up, then.” She clarified, smiling once you grabbed her wrists to keep her from going further away from you. You would rather not leave the warmth of her body, nor break the bubble of love and reassurance you were feeling, at the moment. “Just a few seconds, I promise. Then I’ll be right back with you.” Her promise was enough for you to let go of her arm, sighing in defeat.
You searched for one of Rosé’s numerous pillows— all splashed on the ground now. — and tried to make yourself comfortable while you watched her go to her bathroom, making a big effort to keep your eyes opened.
The next thing you felt were warm, delicate hands brushing your thighs with a warm towel. Rosé worked on you with care as she cleaned you, leaning in for another slow kiss as she noticed your attention on her.
“We have to talk about this, Rosie.” You murmured, making it her turn to grunt.
“Sure, we’ll talk.” She assured you, nodding. But as her hands were so warm, and she started massaging your skin just as she knew you liked it, you decided that talking could wait until morning, logically. “Sweet dreams, my sweet girl.”
Before you’ve even had time to acknowledge it, your body had given up to the land of dreams, unlike you intended to, and Rosé gave you a gentle kiss before scooping you up.
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Your Love Isn't Gone
park chaeyoung x reader
word count: 1005
a/n: inspired by an ao3 fic i read a long time ago
You're not sure what made you believe this was a good idea, meeting up with your ex and coming over to her apartment alone. But here you were now sitting the opposite of her, catching all the small things you remember about her.
Roseanne park. The woman who had it all and at the same time, feeling like she had nothing at all. Her fingers dragged across the edges of the pages in her tiny journal, the one she always brings around to jot her ideas down, as she always loved the way the pages felt against her fingertips. She sets the journal down, her lips meeting the probably now very cold rim of her cup to take a quick sip of coffee.
"Hi Roseanne."
Her face seems almost shocked as she puts her cup down, her pink lipstick marking the edge of it, "I haven't heard you call me that in a long time."
"Well", you continue to avoid her gaze, eyes scanning through her apartment, "We haven't spoken together in a long time anyways."
Sitting in front of her now, you hate to admit it but your heart still feels that spark of affection you've felt all those months ago. Neither of you speak up as you pour yourself a glass of water, the quiet jazz of the speakers in the corner of her room not enough to drown out the silence.
It was common for you to be left alone, sitting in the silence but for her, maybe not so much. She hated it. She hated how it made her feel. Maybe that's why she was away so often.
She lets out a small sigh, her face riddled with the look of disappointment, either because of you or herself, you don't know. "I'm sorry."
Your brows knit together, "For what?"
Her hands start trying to talk for her, the words not seeming to be able to come out of her mouth, "For... you know."
And this was where she, the global superstar, seemed to fall short. The way she can't seem to tell you what's on her mind. The way she can't express herself. "I don't know."
She lets out a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as her fingers fiddled together under the table, "You're really not making this easy for me."
Your lips turn into a wry smile as you poke at your food that she prepared for you, not really wanting to eat a single bite despite it all looking honestly delicious. "I'm not sure what you mean, Roseanne."
Her face visibly seems hurt at the name that escapes your mouth, "Please, can you... not call me that?" Her voice almost seems to crack at the end her question, her eyes softening as she lets out another dreadful sigh, "I know... I fucked up. Badly."
Invisible strings seemed to pull at your heart, your strong façade seeming to break away as you mulled over her words. She never admitted her mistakes. She'd always cover them up with kisses and lies.
"I'm not asking you to forgive me nor am I asking you to even let me back into your life but... I want you to know that I am sorry." Her tone is soft. And for the first time here, you see her smile, albeit wryly. The silence envelops the two of you again as you took a sip of your drink, her eyeing you from across the table.
The silence never was comfortable per se between the two of you, but it was always there whether you liked it or not. "... Do you remember our first date?"
She seems to be caught off guard by the question, before she laughs softly into her hand, "I do. When you fell on your face, right?"
You smile gently, "then you fell right behind me so I quote on quote, "Wouldn't feel embarrassed doing it alone"."
"I'd still do it now, you know." she remarks, the awkward and stiff tension in the air seeming to disappear slowly between the two of you. She points at the bridge of her nose as you laugh, "If you look closely enough, I still have the scar. All the staff members were so mad at me that day."
You two begin to reminisce about all the fun memories you two had together from that time she baked madeleines and accidently used salt instead of sugar leaving you thirsty and disgusted, to that time she came over to your house at 2 in the morning to celebrate your birthday early with a song she made, or to that time you thought you misplaced your favorite hoodie but in reality she was wearing it the entire day.
It's the thought of the quick kisses you two shared in the morning before she went to work, the days you two decide to sleep in and call in sick, and the stupid things you two did together that makes you realize it slowly but surely.
You missed her. You missed the fun you two had despite everything that's happened and you see the way she remembers it all, the memories seeming to spark something inside of her. You set your glass aside again, the sight of her feeling so happy and carefree making you smile.
"... I do forgive you." The words don't come easy to you as your emotions begins to clog up your throat, the words coming out so abruptly, that even you weren't expecting it.
You see her eyes light up as she stares at you in surprise, her lips almost beginning to twitch into a small smile at the name you call her. "It's hard to hate you... Rosie."
"So does that mean... will I see you again?" The question is abrupt as your own words, almost interrupting all train of thought as her tone is hopeful and ambitious.
You smile gently, "I still have the same number." And that's all she really needed to hear to know you weren't gone for good.
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beso - rosé
– listen to ‘beso’ by rosalía and rauw alejandro!
i just need another kiss, one of those that you give me
roseanne was always in your head, whether it was her face, her voice, her laughter, or her lips, maybe even her touch. she was always. on your mind. today, it was her kisses you thought about. how your favorite moments with her somehow involved her laying on her side while u sat criss-cross in front of her.. always talking useless topics before she gets tired of pretending like she isn’t burning to touch you, feel you, taste you.
you kiss like you’ve always known how, like no one has had to teach you.
it’s always then she takes her cue to tangle her hand in your hair and pull you towards her lips, where yours dance against them. her teeth sinking into your lips every now and then so you would make those noises she loved so much.
most times than others all you did at night after a long and tiring day was just that. kissing with only the breaks to talk about something meaningless or inside jokes the two of you had. usually in the dark, sometimes out on your balcony. rosé had grown used to expressing many thoughts and feelings over them, and you had gotten used to understanding them.
being away from you is hell, being close to you is my peace. I love whenever you arrive, and I hate when you leave.
the hardest part was the wait. the wait to see her, to touch her, all while millions of people were seeing her and taking her in every day.
you were so proud of rosé, consider yourself her no.1 fan, but damn, do you wish she could be amazing and successful just a little closer to home.
you can’t lie and say you barely see her, but even with the many times one of you flies to the other, it’s not enough. time feels as if it’s being lost whenever you’re apart.
it’s a repeating cycle, the anticipation builds as the days lead to your reunion, either rosé picks you up at the airport or it’s you who’s waiting outside an hour prior to her flight landing, and then you have the best next couple of days and both of you will cry when it’s time to say goodbye.
“i hate this” you pout on the bed while she finishes packing her suitcase, taking advantage of her visit to refresh the contents of it.
“i know. i do too baby.”
“i hate when you have to go back.” you welcome her embrace, while she wraps her arms around your shoulders and her tummy welcomes the side of your face, her own cheek meeting the top of your head as she leans in search of proximity.
“i don’t think i have to be there tomorrow” she begins the swaying and the searching for excuses as to stay.
“rosie”
“yeah. lisa’s flying in two days, fuck that!” she giggles and pushes the two of you on the bed, a little too excited to be ghosting her job for two more days.
sometimes it works, as shown, sometimes either of you caves and does the impossible to prolong your stay in the arms of your lover.
it forces you to make the best of your time together, even if you’re laying together doing absolutely nothing other than stare into each other’s soul, you enjoy each other’s company so much you soon came to the conclusion you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
the best thing I've got, is the love you give to me. It smells of tobacco and melon.
unpacking after spending time with rosé or doing laundry in her absence have to be one of the most endearingly painful situations. endearing, because the musk of her cologne and the faint smell her clothes have gathered because of her cigarettes spring on you endless memories of you and her late at night smoking and talking shit about everyone you knew.
painful because it reminds you of how much you miss her. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you adore rosé so much you look forward to talk to her even if it’s thirty minutes with as much privacy as the corner in her dance room can allow. she loves you to the point of taking spontaneous trips home whenever she has a break longer than two days, she won’t tell anyone, she will just disappear and her members and crew have to trust she gets to the next destination in time, because she won’t answer any sort of text or call unless someone was dying.
you’ll hold on to the clothes she wore on her last day home until the scent fades completely, hating the infinite battle you had with sleep when she wasn’t there with you. but slowly you overcome it, when she starts getting more of a vote over her career she tried to be home as much as she could, and if she couldn’t be then she would do anything to take you with her.
and it’s more kissing at night while stargazing and less yearning to be together after so long apart. it’s more of the sunday nights you spent either having dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city, or overlooking it from a hill with takeout from your favorite place.
i could tie heaven up, and give it to you entirely
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Winter With You
Rosé x Fem! Reader
You were sick and tired of spending each night leading up until Christmas in the comfort of your own home, alone. Thus, you take it upon yourself to attend a well known Christmas activity held adjacent to Times Square, and did not expect to run into such an angelic woman Warnings- Literally like none, just pure fluff
Sauntering down the heavy streets of New York City, the chill winter breeze smoothly passing by the scarf wrapped tight around your neck. You came prepared for the chill season, being sure to dress in thick layers as you knew what the weather would bring this time of year.
It was just another night in December, the beautifully lit lights adorning each street you were to walk past. A small Christmas tree in every little glass window you were to lay your eyes upon. You loved this time of the year, and although you had yet to find someone to spend this wonderful month with, you still found enjoyment in the atmosphere of it all.
Knowing how much space this time of year holds so dearly in your heart, you had decided to force yourself out of your tiny apartment and attend the annual Christmas light show being held by Times Square. You knew this was a bad idea, as you hated crowds, and no better place for a sizeable crowd than New York City, however you find that almost every night you are wrapped up in a cozy blanket watching silly little Christmas movies, alone.
It had been enough, you thought, of spending each night leading up to Christmas by yourself doing holiday activities that are normally done with others. Thus, an idea scored from one of your closest friends, Jennie, had been thrown into the air, which furthermore led you to the place you are yet to be.
Your hands find themselves comfortably in the warmth of your own pockets, your hat just barley above your eyes with little room for you to see. You slowly walk down the sidewalk, just the perfect speed where you could admire the precise decorations beautifully placed in every adjacent store. You smile to yourself as you breath in the fresh air of Christmas.
Just as you reach the last of the stores, your eyes bring themselves up towards your destination. Sighing out a cool breath of air, you continue down towards the crowded area, an immense amount of bodies beginning to fill in your line of vision. With each step you take you begin to feel more and more regretful of this decision, as you knew how large of a crowd would turn up. You shake your head and attempt to remove any negative thoughts out of your mind, remembering exactly what you are here for, and that you will have an amazing time admiring all the magnificent lights that are to come shortly.
The still of the crowd lets you know that all spaces are filled up, so you take the chance to settle yourself in next to a few other people, careful not to squeeze next to them too tight, and you begin to make your way towards them.
Just as you reach them, the bottom of your hat begins to slide down towards your eyes, covering them in the process as you try and find yourself in the right spot. You bring your hand from out of your pockets and reach for your hat, however you are unable to fix it as the crowd begins to move again, a response to a booming microphone echoing throughout the area telling everyone to fill in all available spaces.
This is where you begin to panic, you are unable to see and the abundance of bodies continue to push into you, looking for the closest spot possible. Your hands are glued to your side and you lose all sense of direction, unsure of which way you were even facing at the moment.
That is until you feel a brief tug on your arm, pulling you away from the massive crowd and into a more secluded area. You are unsure of what is going on, and worry that someone may have taken advantage of your loss of sight. However, you find yourself softly pushed against the closets brick wall, and find that your hat is beginning to rise above your eyes once again.
Your vision comes back in an instant, and you are met with a blonde girl, eyes already meeting yours as her hands stay put on your hat. You feel as if you are hit with a roadblock, unable to speak upon the beauty in front of you. She, too, wore a hat, similar to yours, with her angelic blonde hair cascading freely down to her covered elbows, just a bit of snow accompanying her color. Her captivating brown eyes express a look of comfort, as if you had known the girl for many years past.
“Are you okay?” The girl asks, and you pick up on the irresistible Australian accent.
You blink once or twice, figuring her words out in your head before you give her a response.
“Oh, yes I’m ok. Thank you...”, you imply for her name.
“Rosé.” She smiles, in which you return.
“Y/n.” Rosé nods, and takes this as a sign to remove her hands from your hat, much to your dismay. It would have been nice to stay in such a proximity forever, although you can’t always get what you wish for.
“Are you going to see the light show?" Rosé questions.
“Yes I am actually, but I didn’t really expect this to happen”, you force a fake laugh, the smoke of cool air departing into the air as you do so.
“Are you as well?”
The girl nods her head, eyes squinting as a smile plasters onto her face once again, and you swear that that smile will replay in your head forever now.
“Well...”, you begin, attempting to refrain the urge to stutter over every possible word that spills freely off your tongue. “Since we are here together already, and like, the show will start soon, do you maybe want to like...”
“Go together?” The blonde smiles, finishing the sentence that you were so evidently anxious to announce.
The night continued on in the most pleasant manner possible, the lights shown above the spectators reflecting ever-so elegantly off of Rosé's eyes, the most beautiful sight to see.
After the night had concluded, nevertheless with a soft peck on the cheek by Rosé and her number saved securely in your phone, the next few days pass by agonizingly slow.
Friday night had come around once more, and you had only spoke to Rosé about three or four times, thankfully the last conversation specifically setting up the following night to come, Christmas Eve.
You made the last minute decision to get your hair professionally done in the morning, where you later spent almost two hours watching makeup tutorials on how to apply it so perfectly that your crush will automatically like you back. Sure, the video seemed to be aimed more towards those in middle school, however you shrugged your shoulders and skipped each segment in which the woman would address particular moments you might have with you crush after your makeup look is finished.
In the end, you came out to look the exact same, only with a bit more mascara and some highlighter on the tip of your nose. After possibly the fourth mental breakdown in regards to tonight, you fancy up the appropriate attire and nod your head with an affirming smile in the mirror.
You begin towards your car as you feel the pocket of your coat begin to vibrate. You pick it up in an instant after noticing who the caller was.
“Hi Rosie”, you smile, turning your car on before you begin to back out of the driveway.
“Hey Y/N/N, I just wanted to call you and say I was on my way.” You could practically see her innocent smile painted on her face through the phone.
“How come you didn’t just text me”, you question with a laugh, although it did not bother you in the slightest. You enjoyed teasing the blonde.
“Because I like hearing your voice”, the girl replies, and your breath hitches as fast as your eyes widen. You hadn’t expected her to say such a thing considering you only spoken a few times and met only a week ago.
“Oh”, is all you can say at the moment, “well... I am on my way as well. I’ll see you there Rosie”, you smile and wait for her reply before you hang up the phone, allowing a tiny squeal of excitement to find itself escape past your lips.
Once you finally arrive, closing your car door shut and making your way over, you find the same blonde girl who has been running circles around your mind, standing patiently in line for the ice-skate rentals.
You make your way towards the girl, your hat atop of your head sure to stay put this time, and you tap her shoulder softly. Thereafter, Rosie turns around in an instant, immediately grinning from ear to ear before she pulls you into a tight embrace. You were never the one to show any physical affection towards other, so it took you a second to register what she was doing before you ultimately squeeze her back, her cold, red cheek squished against yours.
“I already ordered our rentals. They were out of the size you told me to get so I just asked for the one above it if that’s ok.”
You smile and nod your head, turning towards the front of the arena as you wait patiently in line. You attempt to brush your hand against hers as a way to signal something a bit more intimate, however your advances are quickly shut down as the worker loudly shouts your names, signalling you over to take your skates.
It took a while for you to figure out how to put them on, nevertheless, with the help of Rosie, the two of you were just about on the ice.
“I literally can not do this, I’m gonna die. Like I actually am”, you state out of fear, one hand placed on the wall adjacent to you and the other held tightly in Rosie’s hand. You had yet to step on the ice yet, however just by the looks of the situation before you, it seemed too much of a challenge, and frightened you to say the least.
“Come on Y/n, you got this, don’t worry about falling okay? I’ll hold your hand the whole time”, she assures you.
Now that didn’t seem like a terrible idea.
You nod your head and reluctantly take a step onto the ice, grip tightening on both the wall and Rosie’s hand. Subsequently, you find yourself on your own two feet, surprisingly alive.
“See, you got it”, she smiles, removing her hand from your hold before she shortly brings her arm back to yours and fully wraps it around the same arm. You’re sure you are blushing, however the vast chill of the winter weather seemed to disguise the evident feelings prompted perceptibly on your cheeks.
The two of your begin to skate around the ice, and although Rosie is using all of her strength to help get you around, you and her still enjoyed yourselves in the company of each other.
Your gaze shifts back to the blonde while skating, noticing her bright features as though it was your first time looking at her so deeply. You feel a connection between the two of you, and can’t help but notice your heart beating frantically out of your chest, screaming at you to make a move. Unable to handle all of the immense amount of emotion you were feeling in the moment, you lean down towards the blonde and lay a subtle kiss on her reddened cheek.
You seem to catch her by surprise, however her gaze follows up towards your eyes, shinning brighter than ever.
“You missed”, she laughs, an innocent look adorning her angelic face.
You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows, “what?”
Rosie smiles, before she leans in closer and finally connects her lips to yours, wanting to do so ever since she first laid her eyes upon you. The kiss was short but sweet, and you felt comfort in the way her lips seemed to warm your chilled pair up only for the moment.
She pulls away shortly after, however you still don’t seem to register what she had just done, and you find yourself slipping on the faint ice bellow you. Your hand rushes towards Rosie’s side as you attempt to regain your balance, squeezing her coat in the palm of your hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, she expresses with a velvety smile.
After hearing those words, you only hope that she truly does mean it. Not only in the sense of tonight, but for every other day to come, and hopefully until the last.
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Yahhh finally I'm back!! I love Christmas so so much (and Hanukkah #jewish) and thought nothing better than to write about my most favorite time of the year with my most favorite girl<33 I hope you all enjoyed
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My Only Wish is You
a/n: i'm kind of on a time crunch for tomorrow so i just went off course and did a little fic for my bias's birthday sooner than later. i hope you enjoy it but i apologize if it's not that good
word count: 785
park chaeyoung x gender neutral reader
Chaeyoung couldn't believe the place you took her to for her birthday. She glanced around as she was met with the sight of hundreds of lights below her, the cityscape seemingly so small when stared at from such a distance. She takes a sip of her wine as she glanced back at you as you sat close to her to which surprisingly concerned her.
You looked antsy. Jumpy, even. Your knee bounced up and down rapidly as your eyes darted around the table, seeming to try to make sure everything was in it's right spot. Chaeyoung eyes you for a second before you take a sip of wine, your hand somewhat shaky. As you drink from your glass, you glance over at her and she sees just a hint of worry in your eyes as you turn away.
She just brushes it off as a strange coincidence but as the two of you start dining, you do nothing but poke at your food, constantly staring at your phone. It worried her. Usually, you would never as all your attention would be set on her and you wouldn't even entertain the thought of using your phone but today, you were doing nothing of the sort.
Your phone dings as she swears she can see the light dim in your eyes as you drop your fork and rapidly type away at your phone screen.
"Y/N?"
Her small call to you doesn't gain your attention as she says your name again, a bit louder this time.
"Y/N?"
"What?" Your eyes glance up from your phone screen and she sees the turmoil in you. What were you hiding?
"What's wrong? I thought you said before that we'd have no phones?"
But then you give her one of your smiles as you shove the phone in your pocket, and her worries seem to slip away, "Right. I'm sorry."
And she thought that was it. She thought she'd be able to spend a night with you and you alone. No phones, no distractions. Just the two of you but alas, her worries are sprung upon her again once she starts seeing you pull out your phone worriedly, cursing to yourself as you stared at your screen. She doesn't dare look at your screen but she gets antsy herself.
In a sort of preoccupied state, you carelessly search around the table for your glass of wine with your free hand and spill it all over the table cloth, and evidently some on your clothes.
"Crap..." But you still stared at your phone despite it all.
Chaeyoung couldn't just sit there anymore and watch you like this. She grabbed the phone out of your hands as she stared at the screen, "Seriously Y/N, what is so important that you can't not look at it for 5 minutes?"
But before she spoke another word, she saw a series of text messages on your phone to her bandmates. It looked like they had some secret surprise for her at the end of her dinner but like almost all things, things come up unexpectedly and their plans went awry. She looks over to you again and she can see that you're gauging her reaction before you speak up again.
"I... planned everything so thoroughly and I worried that anything I do would pale into comparison with anything you do as a famous idol...so I asked your bandmates what to do and I had a massive thing planned but... I didn't know what to do when everything went south. I-"
Your words get cut off by a short kiss on your cheeks and a light giggle. "Nonsense." You feel her warm hands wrap around yours as she stares into your gaze unfazed. She has a bright smile on her face as she drops your phone onto your lap, her eyes shining like a star in the night sky. "I appreciate anything and everything you do for me. It doesn't matter to me if we're out here eating the most expensive food in the country with some secret surprise or we're just at home in our pajamas watching some stupid movie while eating junk food. It doesn't matter to me, Y/N. All that matters is that I'm with you."
She scoots closer, hands still ever so intermingled with yours, "For my birthday wish, all I want is you. It'll always be my wish. So please don't worry your pretty little head over something like this again."
She knows you probably won't as she rolls her eyes playfully at your response. You have a pout on your lips as you finally put some food in your mouth, nothing but small mumbling coming out. "No promises."
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Hiii could you please do a blackpink reaction to meeting their fem s/o for the first time (also could the s/o have tattos and is slightly chubby, but also muscular)
Thank youuuu
♡︎How you meet♡︎
(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
for sure although I'm not gonna specify what the reader looks like so you can imagine that bit I wanna make it as inclusive as I can
(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
TW:
(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
𝓙𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮♪
You and Jennie met on set for her solo 'Solo' you were the makeup artist for the shoot and of course working on Jennies face caused you two to talk before you could leave and pack up for the day to go home Jennie tapped your arm and asked for you number and if she could take you on a date that weekend of course you agreed
𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓸♪
You and Jisoo met when she was making her solo album 'ME' you choreographed the dance for Flower of course you had to teach her the dance Wich caused you two to spend a lot of time together you asked her for coffee a month later and she agreed which is how the relationship between you and her started
𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮́♪
You and rosé met when she was back in Australia you were visiting (unless your from there) and you two passed by each other on the street and had one of those cliché meetings of you guys accidentally bumping into one another and you spilling your coffee all over you she helped you clean it and offered to buy you a new one
𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♪
You and Lisa met before blackpink became a group everyone was still trainee's when you saw Lisa perform Infront of the staff from outside the door you fell in love with the way she danced so later that night you found her and asked her to help you improve on your dance luckily she was super sweet and you guys became friends then that friendship blossomed into love
417 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
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The one | CS55
― Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader (she/her)
― Warnings: mentions of break up and food; typos.
― Summary: Yn is doing well a few months after her break up with Carlos, and so is he. Everyone thinks that this paragraph of their lives is over, but as it happens they may be a chapter to each other, and Yn makes sure everyone knows he was her great love, the one - through her new song.
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realyn "The One" has just come out on all streaming platforms. I hope this piece of my heart reaches yours. Tune in and dive into the feels 💐🤍
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saintsainz "for old time's sake" HELLO?????
ynsummer omg another bop!!! I wish I could write songs when I'm sad, the few breakups I had I could only cry and try not to choke on my own phlegm
⤷ fan2000 ewwww LOL
hammert1m3 charles on the likes 👀
leclowns1655 in my head they're not over yet
⤷ mercmickey you need therapy, bestie
lewishamilton great music as usual 💜
francisca.cgomes 😍😍
szadirection I love how the grid's still here supporting here even a year after she and carlos broke up 🥺
popyn WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SOOO ROSÉ FLOWING WITH YOUR CHOSEN FAMILY 🎤🎤🎤🎤
ferraristrangers I have so many theories for the lyrics and the cover and kksjksdj aaaaaaaa
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realyn eat pasta, run fasta, they said 😋😂
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bieberf1 they my new fav couple now 💋
raintyresainz thank you for feeding us that last carlos pic
hurricaneyn welp now I wanna eat pasta but its like the middle of the night
⤷ alonsochamp eat pasta, sleep fasta 😙😂
carlossainz55 ❤️❤️
amarelorenault her glasses are so cool!!!!! her style is always on point
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carlossainz55 we tried homemade, it worked 😋
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realyn we didn't run fasta this time though :(
⤷ carlossainz55 there wasn't any race this Sunday, cariño
⤷ realyn shhhh, let me be funny
harrystylistee I want what they have!
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realyn enjoyed April with my fav spaniard, wrote a few songs for you guys - new album dropping soon!!!!! 🥳
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⤷ realyn I loved it, def gonna come back soon 🥰
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carlossainz55 Yn's new album "I used to know her" is out now and you guys should run to listen to it 💙💙 she did an amazing job as usual. I'm very proud of you, cariño @ realyn
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hulkhulkenberg everyone here loved the new album, well done, Yn!
renaultf1team its our garage soundtrack 😎💛
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realyn the past few months wearing papaya have been amazing! 🧡 and yes, last concert clothes were orange bc of the team
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landonorris looks like the concert clothes gave us some luck, make sure to wear orange again next time!
⤷ realyn I love you guys but I can't be wearing orange all the time
⤷ yourmanager yes, you can
⤷ realyn shut up, I'm gonna fire your ass
⤷ yourmanager no, you won't
⤷ carlossainz55 jajajaja
tifosinha I love how lando looks like their kid 😂
spaincarlos_ not yn and carlos adopting lando lol
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ynandsainz yn, your album still on repeat on my apple music!
mclaren 🧡🧡
December, 2019
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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Navidad! 🎄❤️
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saturnracer FELIZ NAVIDAD TAN TAN TAN PROSPERO AÑO Y FELICIDAD 🎤
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July, 2020
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realyn compilation of some of the flowers Carlos gave me and pics he took 💖 Te amo, cariño 💐🌷🌹🌸🌺🌼🌻
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carlossainz55 you’re my favorite flower, love 🌸💖
⤷ fernandoalo_official you guys know how to be sicklengly cute huh 🙄
piastripastry see? carlos gets flowers regularly to yn and yall out there crying over an ugly ass man who gives you the bare minimum 🫵
March, 2021
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realyn new character unlocked hehe ❤️💛🏎️
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ynfrance We want a new album, queen!!! save us!
swiftverstappen the way they went through everything togerher 🤧
⤷ russellsainz I want what they have
monegasque16 another day another yn post to make me cry in single and alone
carlossainz55 thank you for the endless support, cariño 💛 you’re my everything
tifosisunshine you’re 😭 my 😭 everything 😭
August, 2022
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yourbestie ❤️ aweee
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realyn happy new year 🙃
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charlsmonaco where's carlos? 😟
mylightyn I don't like this vibe…
ynwardrobe what is she reading?
lewishamilton 💙
⤷ mclatinha lew do you happen to know something we don’t?
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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! 🎉
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redsainz he looks so good it hurts
back to 2024 💬📩
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more wow!yn and yujin moment’s please?
BEST YUYN MOMENTS wow!yn x ah yujin
— clip one ☆
“they just finished doing my makeup.” yujin says to the camera, she tilts the crown on her head, “it’s just me and yn for this part of the shoot.”
she walks over to the girl that’s standing in front of the mirror before turning the camera towards the mirror so it shows both her and yn, “I think we look good in these school uniforms it’s very elegant, right yn?”
yn wrapped her arm around yujin’s shoulder and pulled the girl closer to her as she mumbled out an agreement.
the video cut to yn and yujin sitting on the floor of the photoshoot set as they took a break, “pose for the photo.” a voice says behind the camera.
yujin leans on yn’s shoulder and jokingly brings to two finger up to yn’s face, her eyes opening in surprise and her face heats up when yn jokingly puts them in her mouth posing for the “photo.”
— clip two ☆
the girls were filming a travelling vlog and yn was chosen to have the camera first in the morning.
yn yawned as she held the camera in her dark room, it was early enough that the sun hadn’t come out yet and only light to be shown in her room was the city lights from her window.
“morning” she says to the camera rubbing her eyes, “it’s really early but we’re travelling today so..” she sits up from her bed and leans the camera on something and turns on her star themed lamp.
yn sits on the edge of the side of her bed, a lump on the other side of the bed is shown behind her.
“oh that’s yujin.” she says leaning to the side to point at the leader who has her back to the camera only her hair showing. “she feel asleep in my room, I’m supposed to wake her up but I’m gonna give her a couple more minutes since she was up packing late.”
— clip three ☆
yn and yujin sat in the booth of the café as they showed the pastries they bought to the camera.
“this is a rosé cupcake.” yn says as she shows the pink cupcake to the camera, “I’m that typa girl I’m that typa girl.” she sings as yujin laughs at her reference.
“I wanna try it.” yujin says, she smiles when yn brings the cupcake to her mouth so she can bite into it.
yujin hums at the taste as she bite into the cupcake, icing getting on the side of her lips.
yujin immediately gets flustered when yn whips the icing off lips with her finger before licking it.
“what?” yn asks yujin as she licks the icing off her fingers.
— clip four ☆
“call yujin?” yn says reading the comment, “what you don’t want me anymore?” she asks teasingly as she laughs at the comments.
“yujin babe?!” she calls out teasing, subconsciously smiling when leader yells back, “come here!”
“yeah?” yujin voice is heard in the background, “they want to see you.”
“there’s nowhere to sit.”
yn leans back in her chair revealing her lap as yujin finally makes her way into the camera frame and sits in yn’s lap, leaning into yn as yn wraps her arms around yujin’s mid.
“you comfortable?” yn asks leaning her chin on yujin’s shoulder as the leader hums.
— clip five ☆
yn and jiwon sit together as they eat their lunch on their break for shooting the mv for their new comeback.
yn brings the shrimp to her mouth humming at the taste, she picks up another piece of the chicken and brings the chopsticks to jiwon’s mouth. “wanna try?”
jiwon shakes her head, “I already had enough food.” she says hesitantly.
“don’t be stupid, you said you wanted to try this one.” yn says bringing it the shrimp to jiwon’s mouth smiling when the dark haired girls eyes widened and she hums at the taste.
“you’re so cute,” yn laughed before turning around to see a pouting yujin.
“what?” yn asks laughing when the leader slumps in her seat, “you want some.” she asks pushing her chair back and bringing the chopsticks to yujin’s mouth.
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the muse and the wag
when a solo KPOP idol attends the Australian Grand Prix and finds love within a muse
pairing: lando norris x idol!reader
plot note(s): google translated korean. three year age gap (both parties are legal). blackpink is ot3.
fc: rosé (BlackPink)
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landonorris Glad you had fun!!!! 🧡🧡🤗 Crazy to have you again with us!!!!!
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yourusername Only extra fun with you guys! ☺️
ynsdearlover …is this flirting or not?
k.f1.pop the no rizz joke is becoming realer and realer…honey…all those explanations marks??? blushin n shit huh 👀
mclaren Y/N, you have such amazing taste 😉
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yourusername 🧡
jennierubyjane 그것은 양방향으로 진행됩니다… 😗 it goes both ways
jennienynschild HUH?????
theangelgirlyn jennie…just cuz u typed it in korean does not mean google doesnt exist…wtf??
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yourusername te amo, spain 🇪🇸 always so beautiful and fun to visit especially this time. it was barcelona gp weekend, last one for awhile because it is that time to spoil my angels with music 🎵 😘
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jennierubyjane Only the luckiest see this personal beautiful view 🫶
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motherisyn MOTHER IS AND WAS FUCKING MOTHERING OMFG THE DRESS
goldenyn HER DRESS AT THE GP 🥰🥰🥰🥰
landonorris Don’t forget to come back 🫵🧡🧡!!!!
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yourusername Sweeettt 🧡
landoyesrizzz you kicking your feets n shit, norris??? 😏
k.f1.pop cute mfs
mclaren Your presence will be missed, but we’ll be here when you come back! 🧡
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bbgisyn actually fucking serving in that dress, literal definition of all eyes on me 💖💖💖
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lando.png all barcelona structures plus a dog. beautiful visit with all the views i could want 🤍
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lando.png ps some of these were taken on phone 😅
landosupport you did your best, glad you had a fun time outside of racing!!
oscarpiastri i know things
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lando.png know to how be annoying? yeah I know 😐
ynsdreamy got something to do with ms y/n???
k.f1.pop lando attempt on hinting towards someone?? especially the second photo👀
daniel3.png crazy how photos tell stories
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jenniesitgirl actually stfu pls just realized my parasocial relationship may be in danger
k.f1.pop i got a dollar and a max verstappen take or leave it
ynsmylover BLONDE HAIR SPECK, SEC PHOTO!???
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[ Admin 👻 here to whisper the lastest gossip going around!
It is has not been uncommon to hear that our beloved idol Y/N has been attending the F1 Grand Prix's when she can. She has been open about her interest and love for the sport that had started since she was young and living in Australia, much thanks to her mother. For the past months, she has attended the Australia, Monaco and Barcelona Grand Prix. At the Monaco GP, her closest friends and group members of BLACKPINK Jennie and Lisa attended with her, Jisoo was unable to join them due to the flu. Her go-to team is Mclaren as she is often seen in their garage and actively chatting with driver Lando Norris.
Into this newfound friendship...or possibly more? The driver Lando Norris has been leaving friendly comments since her first attendance in awhile at the Australian GP but he has grown more confident and so has she. Just recently for the Barcelona GP, Y/N and Lando Norris were spotted hanging out outside the tracks with a small group of friends as seen in PHOTO TWO. The lucky fans that spotted and snapped a picture has commented that, "they both looked very friendly with each other [...] Lando kept looking at her with heart eyes almost [...] both of them left together while the others stayed".
These new speculations on their "friendship" had only gotten much more active after Lando Norris posted to his alternative instagram account based on his interest of photography and PHOTO THREE was posted in the photo dump of his race weekend in Barcelona. Fans of both Y/N's and F1 pointed out the hair and the similar hand and jacket in the photo--our dear Y/N. There are also speculations that this was NOT the same day as the hangout of friends, rather a different day...and perhaps a different kind of date 😉
Let's not forget the suspicious comments her closest friend Jennie has left on her instagram especially after the comment from Mclaren, "You have amazing taste"...to which Ms Jennie Kim replied in korean, "It goes both ways 😗". Fans believe Jennie might been insinuating that a certain driver (Norris) and Y/N have good taste...or should we say, interest within each other?
Though, so far, not much has been found if this is a beginning of the soft launch of their relationship or simply a flirtatious and playful friendship between the very two different yet similar people. Let's just look forward to Y/N's upcoming project and for the F1 fans, enjoy the week break!
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k.f1.pop ...fr losing our nations gf to a vroom vroom british "lad"...y/n GET UP
jenniesitgirl my parasocial relationship....NOOOOOO bbg listen to me...this isn't you
verstappenwdc cannot fucking believe the sport is being shitted on by kooopies 🤢
theynschild lets not actually? this is going to be another 2019 scandal of non-existence relationship that'd ruin a wholesome friendship...she went through hell actually :(
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jenniesitgirl yeah all jokes aside...that wasn't a good time at all...I still miss JK and her interacting but now they steer so fast away from each other and that is actually fucking sad
angelisyn "I woke up, fell back asleep cause I'd rather live in my dreams" :((( she was hurting after that whole scandal
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yourusername oh my darling angels, i’m sure you missed some new music so here i present…
“I Was Made for Loving You”, one of the dearest songs held close to my heart. an all english single. surprisingly—well i don’t know, but anyways, this is a song that its lyrics just flowed so freely and beautifully for me. i enjoy thinking of lyrics but this one, it had its own thinking and its own feelings for itself that simply needed to find its way on the paper. i create from what i feel, what i know, what i experience then and now—this is definitely one that had its own muse.
“I Was Made for Loving You” is to be all yours on june 21 🤍
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jennierubyjane ooooo pretty prettyy cannot wait 😘
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yourusername so sweet too sweet 🥰
florencepugh oh sweet darling, can’t this week go any faster???
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sabrinacarpetner geeking rnnnnn
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yourusername 🤪🤪🤪
k.f1.pop think theyre broken…
jenniesitgirl welp…my parasocial relationship is gone
lewishamilton 😊 cant wait to listen
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thekpopgossip 👀 love song?
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authors note: got the sudden inspiration to write another idol!reader social au—expect for lando!! i hope you all enjoy this one ☺️ part two should be out soon! if it takes me awhile, it is because im prioritizing my classes before i create something that i do as a small hobby. as i mentioned before, this one is actually following the schedule so it is a bit of a “slowburn” expect somewhat more private. also thank you, thank you all so so much for all the love you’ve shown for my idol!reader with charles 💖💖 always makes me smile!!
song(s) used: On the Ground by Rosé + Spinnin’ by Madison Beer + I Was Made for Loving You by Tori Kelly ft Ed Sheeran
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Welcome to my first angst reaction post (this is really shit ik)
Warning: yn is an asshole in basically all of these
blackpink x reader
Dispatch w/ Blackpink
Dispatch leaks your relationship with your partner, this is the aftermath.
Jisoo
You guys tried to stay together, you really did. But eventually it just got to be too much. At first when the relationship got leaked, Jisoo promised that she would try to protect you as much as she could from her fans. And she did, when you were with her. If anything, it seemed to strengthen your relationship, you learned to rely on each other even more. You were each other’s rock during this process.
However, it all came crashing down when fans began harassing you wherever you went, even if you weren’t with Jisoo. At first it was just a few stolen pictures, which was a massive invasion of your privacy. You and Jisoo hoped that, that would be it. You could handle stolen pictures and even the hate comments.
Eventually though, the sasaengs found where you lived, after they followed you home one day. Of course, you called the police and they ran away. This was your ending point though. You just couldn’t stay in a relationship with Jisoo, if it meant your literal safety would be in danger. The next time you see Jisoo, after the basic pleasantries, you both state at the same time, “we need to break up.” Her reasoning was management.
Jennie
Jennie would beat herself up about getting caught. And of course you would be there to comfort her. Her management wants her to breakup with you as soon as possible. However you ask her if she truly wants to breakup with you, shaking her head, you two decide to continue dating. Despite all the difficulties, the hate does die down pretty quickly. And you guys don’t go in public together, ever.
Which was fine with you, since you were a homebody anyways. Jennie would still get nervous from time to time, reading comments on vlive. You are always there to support her and tell her that you don’t care what other people think about your relationship.
You love her and she loves you, and that’s the way things were going to be, no matter what strangers said. Hearing this would make her feel better, however, usually afterwards you would still have to hold Jennie as she falls asleep.
Rosé
She would fight for you. Because who really cares what other people say about your relationship? Despite management (and millions of netizens) insisting that you guys end things. She still stayed by your side, she was just what you needed during this time. However, after your relationship got leaked, it did force you to realize just how different you and Rosé were.
And unfortunately that lead to the realization of, you have to end things. It was a long and painful argument, but eventually Rosé respected your decision. You left her apartment with tears running down both of your faces. Away from your light.
Rosé was absolutely heartbroken. She couldn’t believe that you had really broken up with her, sure you guys had your disagreements, but it seems like this problem was a little too big for both of you. Not knowing what else to do she wrote a song for you. When she releases it, it was a big hit not only because it’s Rosé but because it also confirmed your breakup. Unknowingly to her, your heart breaks every time you listen to it, but it’s still your most played song.
Lisa
She couldn’t believe it. It was her worst nightmare. You, her great love, were now getting hate because of her. She would constantly compliment and whisper sweet nothing to you. Of course, you assured it was alright, most of the comments were online and pretty easy to ignore.
Until, they weren’t, inevitably you guys went out together and you had to hear comments aloud about how you didn’t deserve her, how they were going to kill you, and other insults. Although you put on a brave face. It did get to be a lot. She didn’t want to lose you. Especially not over this. She loved you.
However when some sasaengs find your friends and family’s social medias and leave hate comments and death threats. You decide to call it off. Truth be told, the death threats scared you the most, you weren’t entirely sure if they were all fake. Lisa would cry, a lot, but she would understand.
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STOLEN LOVE
Synopsis: Bang Yn and Lee Minho were the perfect couple in all their college, just two sweethearts who fell in love with each other, so why Yn suddenly breaks up with Minho to go back in Australia? No one knew the answer. Now, three years later, she’s back in her city but she has a someone else with her: her daughter, Aera, Minho’s daughter. What’s going to happen when her ex applies to be Aera’s babysitter?
Pairing: LeeMinho x f!reader — non idol Au, college Au
Genre: exes to lovers
Warnings: Minho is a bad boy, mention of sex (well they have a baby so), some angst (i will try my best to make you guys cry), a very protective Chan
Characters: Stray Kids, Jake from Enhypen, Rosé from Blackpink (she’s a soloist here), Christian Yu.
Starting: 01/07/2023
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Aussies (+Jeongin) | the workers ( + Hyunjin)
Chapters
↬ 001. Aera (written)
↬ 002. Bro’s wild
↬ 003.F in chat for Han
↬ 004. Yn found work
↬ 005. Momma’s boy
↬ 006. Am I Cupid?
↬ 007. Ariana what are you doing here?
↬ 008. light skin stare
↬009. Dada
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Heartbeat
Shin Ryujin x reader
Synopsis: you’ve promised to take your best friend to an awaited party, located in a nearby city. Ryujin catches your eye, and you fall right into her web of plans, with the promise of having a good time once and for all.
Warnings: mentions of gangs, guns and drugs. smut. blood. violence. nsfw.
Word count: 13.8k
Notes: i thought abt this after watching ryujin’s solo mv! it was so good <3. this was a fairly new topic for me to write about, so I apologize if it’s poorly written or unrealistic. nevertheless, I had lots of fun writing it ˆˆ. english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
You don’t mind helping out your parents by working at the family’s Diner: there usually weren’t many customers, and days went by slowly without you being bothered.
“Hey, Y/n. Can I grab another soda?” Your best friend asks, brushing her hands in front of your face to get your attention. Facing you from the other side of the diner’s endless counter, Chaeryeong looks like a hyper child, standing up from her seat to take a look at the soda machine, placed behind your frame.
You roll your eyes at her, simply grabbing the large cup she hands you and filling it up with Coke Zero, this time. “Here.”
“Awn, man, come on!” She protests, grunting. Lets her head fall back. “Coke Zero tastes like shit, Y/n! Give me something tasty, damn.” Chaeryeong turns to the few other customers, gesticulating, “What does a girl have to do to get the good stuff around here? Stop with the misery!”
She has her finger pointed at you, to which you giggle. You’ve known Chaery since your diaper days, with her living in the house in front of yours, and the two of you have been best friends ever since. Her careless, playful nature provides a nice balance to your calm, responsible one. You love her to pieces, which means you are always taking care of the dark-haired girl, in many ways.
“You’ve reached your daily quota of sugar.” You don’t even look at her as you answer, busy giving an elder woman her exchange in cash. “And don’t make those faces. I might as well just give you water, from now on.” Smiling at the customer, you ignore your friend. “Thank you, ma’am! Have a pleasant day.” Chaeryeong gulps, knowing fully well you mean your words.
She keeps her thoughts to herself, mumbling something incoherent while the loud slurps of the iced drink can be heard. Still not paying her much attention, you lean your elbows on the counter marble, sighing tiredly. Even though it was only an hour past noon, you could feel the heaviness in your eyes, the tiredness getting to you. Not having any orders, you allow yourself a few moments of rest, closing your eyes and resting your head on your hands. Just some seconds of peace, you decide.
The bell chime’s noise announces the end of your calm state of mind. In a blink, your sister is placing a medium-sized box on the counter, her usual smile directed at you. You know better than to trust her angelic looks, though — behind her rose gold hair and delicate features, Rosé is nothing but a devious manipulator.
However, she’s still your older sister, and you love her to pieces. It’s the only reason you don’t ignore her, crossing your arms and waiting for her to speak up, instead. She pushes the box towards you, smiling sneakily.
“Good morning, baby sister.” Rosé greets you. As usual, she never goes straight to the point.
You narrow your eyes at her. “It’s past noon, Rosé.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She brushes you off, winking at Chaeryeong to say hello. The girl nearly drowns in her coke, coughing violently.
Chaeryeong has had a massive crush on your sister ever since she was fourteen. Fortunately for you, Rosé has never seen her as anything apart from a little sister too, like yourself. Although the not so subtle rejection has never stopped Chaery from freaking out whenever Rosé addressed or acknowledged her.
“Good morning to you too, Rosie unnie.” She says, after finally gathering her breath. You huff, muttering about how biased she was and being promptly ignored by both girls. The package catches Chaery’s attention, ever so curious, and she pokes it with her bony fingers. “And what’s that about?”
Rosé pulls the package towards you, shrinking her shoulders down a little. For some, she might seem hesitant, but you know her too well to be aware that her movements are anything short of calculated.
“Could you deliver this for me?” She asks —tone dripping with sweetness. It always is, whenever she wants something from you. This is no different. “They asked for the pieces pretty urgently, and I’ll be off to deliver another package in a nearby city in a few minutes.”
Apart from the Diner, your father also owned a mechanical workshop, and would often sell and deliver car pieces to his clients. Rosé, being her outgoing self, dealt with them and the business part of it while you preferred to step aside, helping with the Diner instead. It was only when she had too much work to do that you had to deal with her customers, instead —and those were never pleasant experiences.
Perhaps you were just not cut for the job, or your calm aura was easy to be taken advantage of, but it was a matter of fact: you sucked at negotiating deals and making small talk. It made you uncomfortable and anxious, having to put up a superior act and bargain with assholes until you got enough profit to go home satisfied, so you avoided it vigorously.
Unfortunately, Rosé never hesitated to ask for a hand.
You eye the box suspiciously, trying to figure out the content inside without having to touch it. Even though it seems heavy, you can never truly trust appearances. After all, car pieces are not the only thing they sell at your father’s shop.
“I mean… I could.” You smirk back at Rosé, your identical smiles mirroring one another. “But I don’t want to.”
Before you even register, Rosé smacks you on the head. You’ve never been able to buck from her quick hands anyway.
“Hey!” You massage your scalp, moving your upper body forward to give Chaeryeong a push, too, since the action has her laughing loudly. “Bitch.”
Rosé giggles, too, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek.
“Pretty please, Y/nnie.” She sighs, joining her hands in a prayer. “I’ll owe you one. I’ll even give you that dress of mine you love, promise.”
Chaeryeong gives you a thumbs up, biased as she’s always been.
“Come on, Y/n, let’s just do it. It’ll be fun! It’s too monotonous to be at the Diner all day, anyway.”
“See?” Rosé gestures to your best friend, pleased to be supported. “Chaery, you’re so sweet.” Your sister pinches her nose, and Chaeryeong’s face turns as red as a strawberry in a matter of seconds. She turns to you once again, then, still faking that hesitation. “Please? It’d be an outstanding deal for us. Lots of profit and all.”
You roll your eyes, still not convinced. Even though Chaery’s eyes are nearly popping off her face with how intensely she’s glaring, you refuse to give in. Rosé was stubborn, but you share the same blood, after all.
“Aren’t any of your friends available? I can’t just close the Diner and go.” Lies. You simply refuse to bulge, to relent to Rosé’s wishes as you always did.
She doesn’t even blink, though, unbothered by your lack of cooperation.
“Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie are all busy with other work deals too, as well as the boys.” She shrugs, going around the counter to grab a beer for herself. “Trust me, Y/n: if I had anyone to go deliver this, I would… but you know how busy these past weeks have been, and we’re all so overworked. Help me out, please?” She touches the cross hanging on her chest, identical to the one you never took off.
A symbol of your bond.
You sigh, jumping off the balcony and giving in to Rosé’s orders for the nth time. “Fine.” You mumble, grumpy. “Chaeryeong can take care of the place while I go.”
“What the fuck, Y/n!” The girl jumps from her seat, suddenly interested in the conversation as if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes scrolling on her phone, all bored. Suddenly, she’s all ears, eagerly advocating for herself, “I don’t want to do the boring stuff! Let me go with you.”
Before you’re able to tell your friend to get fucked, Rosé stops you with her hands, signaling for someone to come in.
“It’s good for you to not go alone, baby sis. Chaery can make you company.” She nods, grabbing the young girl who came in by the shoulders and positioning her in front of you and Chaeryeong. “This is Rami. She’s Mingyu’s little sister, remember? She said she could handle the diner for a few hours while the two of you are at it. Such a sweetheart, is she not?”
The girl — Rami, nods energetically, looking at your sister with adoration in her glittery eyes. It was no surprise Rosé had brought one of her little fangirls to help, actually. Living in a small city for all your life, everyone knew Rosé. She’s been a notable presence since her teenage years, whether it was attending fancy balls or setting fire to the shops downtown. The blonde girl has been remarkable for as long as you can remember. She’s always been either feared, hated, or loved, but remarkable nonetheless.
Which only proved your theory that you were not going to deliver any car pieces, after all.
You and Chaery exchanged a knowing look, neither caring enough to ask anything about this girl or explain the job she’d have to take at the Diner for free.
“Very well, then.” You sigh, watching Rosé’s excited clapping and giggling. “I’ll grab my car keys.”
Chaeryeong follows you closely, also jumping of joy. You’re well aware she hates being at the Diner, always complaining of boredom, but it isn’t like she has any other friends to go out with. Behind her bubbly, chatty, and energetic personality, she’s is actually very frail and shy, which makes her an easy target for the mean fuckers your age. She struggles, and would much rather just have a single, loyal friend. And you’ve always made sure to protect her fiercely.
“Adventure!! Finally.” The dark-haired girl raises her hands, thanking God you’d go out.
“Don’t get too excited.” You warn her, turning to Rosé. Pointing a finger at the rosy-haired woman, you add. “I hate you.”
She pulls you in for a suffocating hug, used to your harsh behavior. “And I love you so, little sis. Thank you!”
Both Rami and her wave as you and Chaeryeong leave the diner, the package weighing heavily in your hands. You don’t have a big 6th sense, but something does not feel right. Although you ignore it anyway, turning the car on and driving to the address your sister texted you.
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“Do we really have to do this?” She whines, closing the passenger’s door rather roughly — to which you grunt, paying her a harsh stare for not being careful with your precious car.
She realized the whole thing would be anything but fun sometime mid the 40-minute journey to the abandoned warehouse you were currently walking into. Besides, once you reminded her that Rosé’s request would put off her wishes of going out and partying for a few hours, that little pout of hers hasn’t left her lips. Now, Chaeryeong is all regretful to have supported the older girl in her wishes.
“Not really.” You pay your friend no mind, walking towards the place that was falling into pieces. Seeing you weren’t backing her up, her pout deepened.
“It’s my birthday.” She argues, kicking rocks along the way.
“I already bought you a cake. And milkshake, and fries.” You roll your eyes, remembering how you’d all chanted your best friend happy birthday at your parents’ Diner, during breakfast. “And a shit ton of booze, throughout all these years of knowing you. You haven’t paid me back once.”
Chaeryeong sighs, hurrying to your side, defeated. You keep walking without waiting for her, making it harder for her to catch up — truly opposites, the two of you.
“Fine. But let’s do this quickly. You promised we’d still go to that party.” She decides, playfully bumping into you. Any other time, her actions would’ve helped you to be at ease, but you’re unable to relax this time. You know this is some serious shit.
“Yeah, let’s do this quick.” You repeat her words, entering the abandoned place at a slow, nearly languid pace.
Let you both be out of here in no time. You wish, once again sensing the bad omens.
The warehouse, although old, mistreated and nearly falling into pieces, is not unsettling to you. It’s merely the place Rosé sometimes treats business, and you’ve accompanied her once or twice, before. The wooden beams are rotten, and the flooring has long disappeared, fading into dust that clings to your combat boots. You’d have to clean them later, and that somehow annoys you more than the situation itself. The place is empty, with walls that were once covered by big, expensive windows, yet all that remains are tainted, broken glasses hanging wherever you could look. Machines are still forgotten in random locations inside the building, a ghost of times when the government tried to rebuild the massive area. None of that was successful, obviously. Now, this ghost of a place belongs to your father, your sister, and the other people who were also part of the darker side of this shitty town.
Only a single table hangs in the open area of the first floor, clearly meant for dealerships and businesses. Upon arriving, you notice 5 — no, nearly 10 people waiting not so patiently. Wearing dark, shabby clothes, none of them seem welcoming, to say the least. Rosé had told you’d be doing business with Wendy, a familiar customer from another small town nearby, in hopes to ease down on your nerves. It worked, in a way: having met with Wendy a few times prior, you weren’t all nervous about the upcoming meeting. She was intimidating and oh, so pretty, but you got along well with the auburn-haired woman and her business partners, from previous experiences such as charity dinners and dealerships alongside your sister’s presence.
The woman that stands in front of you, however, looks nothing like Wendy. You know her, naturally; it was impossible not to. Jinsoul’s troublemaker fame was much different than your sister’s — while Rosé’s actions, even though batshit crazy at times, are dreadfully calculated, Jinsoul’s insanity comes with the sole purpose of enticing chaos. Her unstable nature is much of a pain, you’ve personally experienced so from watching herself prove her influence on a crowd by torturing some poor girl who accidentally spilled champagne in her dress at a ceremony, or setting fire to a man’s car at one of the car rifts you often attend. Out of all the girls from her gang, Jinsoul is the least pleasant one to set off deals with.
Naturally, Rosé and Jinsoul hate each other with a passion, being two different flames of the same fire.
With all of that knowledge, you fix your posture, observing Chaeryeong do the same with your peripheral vision. Even though you absolutely despise it, you’ve been taught well how to keep a powerful, imposing façade. Standing tall, you tower over Jinsoul and her subordinates.
“I see Rosé sent her little minion, instead of herself. Must be really busy, of course.” Jinsoul doesn’t greet you, as expected. Her tone is dripping with venom as she examines you and your best friend with harsh eyes.
Now that you’re in front of her, you’re no longer hesitant or scared. Instead, you’re bothered, irritated that you have to deal with your sister’s cheap copy instead of Wendy or Joohyun. Taking a step towards the young woman, you curse Rosé under your breath, fully aware the eventful encounter is not a misunderstanding.
“Nice hair. I love the new color.” You say, leaning your head with a knowing look. Jinsoul’s hair falls a little past her shoulders, in a strawberry-blonde tone that is exactly like Rosé’s past one, from a few months prior. “I’ll tell Rosé her oldest, most faithful fan sends her regards.”
Your words seem to stir something inside the leader in front of you. She scoffs, gritting her teeth. “This is too tedious. Give me the shipment we agreed on, I’ve got better things to do anyway.”
Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Chaeryeong to drop the box on the ground. She does as told, the metallic sounds of the guns moving inside. It echoes in the empty place, as the box falls onto the ground.
Jinsoul remains stoic, hands resting neatly inside her pockets, while her guards reach out for the box. Before they can touch it, though, you step on it, preventing anyone from moving.
“Give us the money first, Jinsoul. No funny business.” You stare right into her eyes, remembering the times you’ve caught her fooling around in her deals, leaving other people empty-handed. “Then you can check as much as you want.”
She laughs, knowing you’re no fool. “I see you’ve gotten wiser, Y/n. Well done.”
In a second, she’s handing you another small, compacted package. You take the money with your delicate hands, not in the least made to deal with such dirty stuff. You count it, already feeling the blood in your veins boil. Chaeryeong breaths are heavy beside you as you say. “This is not what we agreed on, Jinsoul. Stop being a whore for once and give me the other half of the fucking money.”
You and Chaery don’t need words to understand each other. She grabs the box back from the ground as soon as she sees you go rigid, holding on to it with the same look of disdain you bear.
“Oh, my dear.” Jinsoul stands close enough to grab a strand of your long fringe, knuckles brushing your jawline with feigned affection. “Your sister should know I am only faithful to the people I treat business with… and I didn’t discuss anything with you, precious.”
Turning your face, you hold Chaeryeong with one arm to prevent her from jumping on Jinsoul and beating her up.
“You bitch!” Your friend screams at her face, her voice muffled by Jinsoul’s hectic laughter as she walks away, back turned to you and Chaery in a clear show of disrespect.
Before you can go to Jinsoul yourself, her guards strike, going straight to the two of you. You manage to buckle and give them a few punches — causing a fair amount of trouble for someone who didn’t practice often at all, honestly. However, you were outnumbered, and soon enough you find yourself on the ground, punched and disheveled.
Coughing violently, you turn to see one of them kicking Chaeryeong in the guts, a few meters from you. The sight of your friend, cheerful and pure Chaery, being hurt enrages you to the core. You spit at their feet to gather all the attention to yourself.
“Don’t touch her, fucker!” You scream, breathless. They pay you no mind, having the time of their lives.
You feel something on your jacket, then. When you look ahead, Jinsoul has poured a thick, horizontal line of a viscous liquid through all of the massive warehouse. Other guards help, with gallons, but you know most of it is her doing — she loves to get her hands dirty in the business. There’s fire in her eyes, and by the time she lifts the lighter dramatically, you’re already well aware.
Gasoline.
“Goodbye, dearests! It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” She chants, before throwing the lighter and walking away, without any rush.
You have to use both hands to stand on your fours, then on your knees. Your jacket is long thrown elsewhere as you grab Chaeryeong by back of her neck, much like a kitten. “Let’s go, and quick. Are you badly hurt?” You murmur, looking for any bad bruises on her porcelain skin. The girl shakes her head, running her hand through her bloody nose. She whimpers, and you know she’s trying her best to be strong in front of you. You give her a hug, as well as a kiss on her dirty cheek, in hopes of bringing her a little comfort. “Good. Now come.”
You hated — no, you despised Rosé for always deceiving you. Only this time, she’d pay.
Leaning on each other, the two of you go back to where you’d parked your car, in a hidden area a few minutes away from the warehouse, just as you’ve been taught to do. You take a deep breath, appreciating the humidity and the nature that ruled the place, a forgotten piece of the city. It had rained while you were inside, and you were glad for that. You loved the smell of rain, especially in nature.
On your way to the car, you spot a water tap nearby. You take Chaeryeong’s arms from your shoulders, then, opening the tap and turning to her. “Clean yourself up.”
“You’re so bossy.” She mumbles, but is quick to do as told, grabbing a hold of the water and splashing it on her face, cleaning up the dust that gathered. Chaeryeong nearly drenches her whole head, too — her pitch-black hair all shiny within minutes as the color slowly returns to her face.
While she takes the dirt off her arms and legs, you look around to check on the fire. It is still lively, a bright beacon as the night falls by, but you know it won’t spread. The place was all rotten by rust, with barely any ceiling left, so the rain would most likely put it off.
Still, Jinsoul’s message was clear, and it stung on your pride.
At least she’s always been like that, never presenting herself differently. Much different from your sister, who tells lies for breakfast.
Your mind is still clouded by troubled thoughts when Chaeryeong lets out a tired laugh, smiling once you kneel to clean up yourself. “They beat up our asses hard out there, you know.”
As much as her statement annoys the shit out of you, you’re grateful to have her cracking jokes again. Your best friend’s delicate features suit the red color on her mouth, a sign she’s well and ready for the next one.
You feel the dust gathering under your fingers and all over your skin. It’s all over you, so intensely your honey hair can be misguided as black, with how much of it is covered by dirt.
“I’ve barely noticed.”
Chaeryeong chokes in her saliva to keep herself from laughing, knowing your patience’s running thin. Even if you have the softest spot for her, she decides not to push it.
“Yes, obviously.” She nods. You think she’s finally going to be quiet, but it’s your best friend you’re talking about. Naturally, she continues. “Let’s go to the party, please?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish washing up, feeling refreshed and no longer too bothered. “Yes.”
You both arrive where the car is parked before she adds. “And we need fighting lessons once we get back home.”
“Chaeryeong.”
“It’s true, sorry! It is.” She raises her hands as if to keep herself from being attacked by your rage.
You limit yourself to giving her a harsh stare, and she shivers under it. You can be quite intimidating when you wish to be, especially since you’re not exactly a chatterbox.
Turning the car on, you indulge your friend’s wishes as you drive towards the party she’s been nagging you about for the whole week.
-
The night’s already taken over the sky once you park on the crowded street, after hours of speeding on the free road. As you hop out of the car, your thoughts go to your sister: you know the meeting with Jinsoul had been arranged all along, with her words about Wendy being merely for you to agree on doing as told. How could she fool you like that? As if you were nothing more than another dischargeable person, like many of her toys.
It’s not the first time Rosé has sent you and Chaeryeong to some skimpy situation, but knowing she was well aware of it being a clear trap all along leaves you absolutely outraged.
Even though she knew of the risks, she still sent you. You would’ve never gone, had you known it was a situation like that, and that’s the reason she didn’t warn you beforehand.
You hated Rosé’s guts.
Chaery rushes to your side once again, side-eyeing you with as little discreetness as possible — unlike yourself, she’s never been good at hiding her expressions. You don’t even attempt to smile, still mad about your earlier encounter and all that went wrong.
Not even your bubbly, cheerful best friend can lift your spirits, at the moment.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed, Y/n.” She shakes her arms, sighing. Her tone is serious, and you know she means it. “Come on! Live your life, and stop being so strict all the time. You deserve to have fun.” Chaery grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your chin so you’ll stare at her. “So have fun! I know it fucking sucks, but it’s done! Let’s just enjoy the night and deal with the whole problem tomorrow morning.”
You roll your eyes, knowing she’d never comprehend your feelings. As much as you love how carefree she is, you also know your personalities are too different.
You allow her to interlock your hand with hers, though, as the two of you pass the sea of cars in the direction of the crowded mansion.
“You could use a little fire within yourself too, you know.” You murmur, examining the place with harsh eyes.
The front garden alone is already impressive. Its deep green lawn is impeccable — clearly trimmed and well cared for, aligning with the lavish fountain that stands in the center and all the animals sculpted in the bushes. A cupid stands in the middle of the marble fountain, water flowing smoothly from its carved bow. You recognize the modern styling of the mansion, with plenty of massive windows that cover both floors of the house. With its wooden walls, the place has a rustic yet cozy surface. There is no doubt whoever owns such property has a great sense of style.
Even that front area is crowded, too. People nearly having public sex, others throwing up vigorously while being helped by friends, a few others just passed out on the lawn… although you’re surprised to see many groups simply drinking and chilling, leaning on their cars, too — most likely seeking an escape from the vivid music and the heat wave that must be inside. You already feel the energetic music echoing through the whole atmosphere, the rhythm reverberating through the walls and on the ground. You bite your cheek to suppress a smile, not wanting your friend to notice yet. To you, there was something appealing about attending such crowded spaces. Amidst the sea of people, you were no one: known by no one, cared for by no one. It was strangely comforting, as if a weight was going off your shoulders, and you liked it.
Interrupting your thoughts, Chaeryeong shrugs, “I mean, it’s Rosé we’re talking about. Did you seriously not expect the deal to be suspicious, to say the very least?” She sighs hard, adding. “That lying, dreadful hot bitch. I’d go to as many sneaky warehouses as she commands me to, sorry, Y/n.”
Her tone is truthful enough to have you shaking your shoulders in laughter, squeezing her hand to make her stop walking through people so fast. As a matter of fact, Chaery’s fat crush on your sister isn’t by any means new to you — going on for many years already, but it always surprises you to hear her say stuff like that.
You find it hilarious, actually, that Chaeryeong is, to this day, one of your sister’s fangirls.
“I seriously can’t believe you sometimes.” You say, although youthful spirits have been lifted. Your best friend smiles brightly at you, her button nose scrunching adorably.
“You just love me so much.”
You leave her at that, and stand by the door, making your way to the main, open area — the living room. Chaeryeong is smart and attentive, which also helps to access the whole place rather quickly. Soon enough, both of you have some kind of fancy drink in hands, and you stare at the ash-haired girl rather hesitantly.
Her bright humor and the room’s energy, bustling with excitement are enough to have you feeling much better, even a little happy yourself. Still sensing your hesitation, she brings the cup to your mouth with her small hands, both of you downing your drinks within seconds.
“Okay,” She says, looking around for anything interesting. “Now the real fun begins.”
You laugh, knowing she’s going to find some source of entertainment for the night — whether it is a pretty girl to lose herself in or a newly discovered gossip to watch and comment over like a TV series.
Chaeryeong disappears and comes back with another fancy-looking drink, stumbling and nearly falling in the process, and you quickly grab the one she hands to you, taking a small sip this time. She’s already had a handful of hers and stares at your choice of savoring the liquid with playful eyes.
“What? I would rather not pass out. That’s your role.”
“You never forget, do you? It was once, Y/n. Once. And forever ago, too! I’ve never done that again.” She huffs, bringing her free hand to her chest in a fake display of resentment.
You giggle as you hug her sideways, shutting off the older girl’s whines. She quickly steps aside, though — not wanting people to think she’s not seeking some fun, and you take the opportunity to look around, observing the inside of the mansion properly.
It’s a beautiful house — a mansion, indeed — and the first floor is nothing but lavish. The bar, where you and Chaeryeong stand, is nearly the size of the one at the Diner, filled with expensive drinks and crystal cups as the bartender — not at all like the junk places the two of you usually attend— mixes drinks with experience.
It also pleases you to see how such a person is not afraid of spending money to host a good party, even if the people enjoying it are complete strangers. The lively atmosphere of young people having fun, mixed with the grand decor of the place balanced each other well, giving a lived-in aspect to said gorgeous place.
The open area has plenty of windows, allowing you to watch the gardens and the pool, outside — even though it’s massive, there’s barely any space left in between the waters, making you gulp with disgust. It was hard for you to understand how that many people would muster the courage to get in, with so many germs and fluids certainly dirtying the once crystal-clear waters.
Looking back inside, you’re able to observe the planned furniture, which is clearly well thought out, with the wooden ceiling and the thick, marble columns. There are rugs lacking, you notice, but it is surely so they don’t stain or anything.
You wonder what the place is like during a quiet, common day. One where the only noises come from the birds, chipping and singing while flying through the trees, and the running water that drips on the pool fountain.
Besides that, it is absolutely crowded. Nearly every single space is occupied by either a couple kissing like there’s no tomorrow or people screaming and dancing, yet everyone seems to be having a nice time. The atmosphere makes you smile, surprisingly cozy on this chaotic yet lively night. That’s how you feel, specially after the prior encounters: alive.
You have to make that feeling worth it.
-
Time goes by fast once you’re trying to have fun.
You quickly learn so, as you drink, smoke, and dance with Chaeryeong. Even with the alcohol leaving you happy, you’re still uneasy. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being observed, no matter how many times you tell yourself that’s absolutely insane — there are people in every possible corner of the place, and no one’s paying attention to you.
However, Chaery also seems to be opposed to the logical part of your brain.
“I think you should go for it,” Your best friend tells you, after long minutes of heavily flirting with a barbie-like girl from afar.
You’re nearly sure you know that girl, actually. She’s from your hometown, most likely; her heart-shaped mouth and cherubic features are impossible to miss.
There’s nothing more like Chaery than going to a party located 2 hours away just to fuck around with the same people you’ve known since elementary school.
Your best friend turns around, filling up both of your drinks, even though yours is only halfway empty.
You frown. “Go for what?”
It’s Chaeryeong’s turn to be annoyed at you. She throws her free arm on your shoulders, gesturing to the middle of the living room area, where four good-looking girls stand with critical looks, acting like they own the place.
Which, judging by their style and the way they carry themselves, they might as well do.
Chaeryeong points in their direction with her head, never in her life subtle. “The one in the middle has not stopped staring at you ever since we’ve arrived. Ryujin, they say it’s her name.” Your friend’s excited tone grabs your attention, and you finally take a look at the small group she’s so enamored by. “I think you should go get her.”
Your friend has always had a good taste in women, and this time’s no different. They are beautiful, crushingly so, all hanging out by the long couch, circled by many people who seem to fight for an ounce of their attention. They stay disinterested, though, not paying them as much as a quick look.
One has sharp eyes, listening attentively to what a jumpy redhead and a blonde girl have to say as she sips on her Marguerita. At last, you observe the raven-haired girl Chaeryeong mentioned: she stands powerful in the middle, her sharp features giving her an intimidating look. To your surprise, she’s already staring— her dark eyes examining you with such hunger your heart starts beating rapidly as if there were no one else in the room. Electric shocks fly through your body upon her piercing gaze, and you look away immediately.
“She’s creepy.” You take a long gulp of your drink, in hopes of washing away the urge of sneaking her a glance once again.
Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, nudging you. “Just how you like them.” She scoffs, then, when she realizes you won’t answer — not in the mood to indulge her little monologues. “Please, Y/n, for once in your life just—“
You interrupt your friend, taking a step back and giving her a fake smile. “I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll catch up with you soon, Chaery.” Getting away from her as fast as you can in such a crowded space, you’re still able to hear her voice as you ascend the grand staircase, screaming while raising her cup in your direction to prove her point.
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, Y/N! IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG, I’LL COME AND GET YOU.” You can’t help but laugh, fully knowing she means it.
Even though you escape her lecture — hearing that same discourse at least once a day ever since you can remember, you know Chaeryeong means well. It’s a matter of fact: you’ve always been the responsible one, caring and supervising others, to the point people always referred to you as “lame” or “boring”. Whether it was at the Diner, with your reckless family, or dealing with your friend’s spontaneousness, you’re unable to help it: being careful comes naturally to you, always thinking about countless opportunities for every situation possible.
Before opening many doors — the place was indeed massive, leaving you to wonder how many rooms there are — you finally find a bathroom. Without rushing, you take a deep breath, washing your face in hopes of easing your mind, too.
For the first time in many hours, you have time to truly think about the events of the day. Weariness infiltrates your bones as you grip both sides of the sink, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at your face, your features, means staring at your sister, too. At your father, the whole dirty business you do for a living and how you’re also to blame, no matter how much you avoid taking part in it. You belong in this world, there’s no denying it.
Only you so wish you weren’t.
Sitting on the toilet, you hug your knees, waiting for the tears to come. They never do; you only feel an emptiness inside your tainted soul. Somehow, you’ve already gotten used to this entire mess. Crying and pitying yourself won’t change anything.
The door opens, and Ryujin is standing in front of you before you can make yourself look presentable. She’s as intimidating as she was from afar, her thick boots making her look taller.
“Sorry for taking so long, I needed a moment. I’ll go now.” You get up quickly, trying to brush past her as you murmur excuses for keeping the bathroom all to yourself, even though she doesn’t seem to mind.
With a hand brushing your waist, she says, tone low and husked. “It’s ok. I can take you to somewhere quieter if you’d like.” Her posture is relaxed and patient, waiting for you to answer. “Listening to loud music for too long can be a bother.”
You don’t exactly know why you agree; perhaps it’s her voice, soothing and sensual — even though you somehow know her invite is not one seeking sex, or her dark eyes, staring at you like she could undress your soul and be aware of your deepest secrets. Regardless of the motives, you feel drawn to her, almost as if she’d cast a spell on you, luring you in. So you nod, allowing yourself to enter the labyrinth of corridors as Ryujin walks by your side, without rushing. Only when the two of you stop by a black, wooden door, she turns back to you. You step inside, as the world behind you suddenly turns quiet.
You’re fully aware of the risks you’re taking. She’s a stranger, and you know nothing about each other. You should be jumpy, wary in the least.
Instead, for the first time in many years, there’s not a train of thoughts running through your head, thinking about millions of possibilities and outcomes of every little thing you’ve ever witnessed.
As you walk into the middle of the spacious room, you feel nothing but calm.
-
Ryujin has good taste.
You’re not stupid: you know the bedroom you’re currently in belongs to her. The walls are made of wood, carved in light brown, and most of the furniture is black, a true portrait of how she presents herself — all dark and mysterious. Her bed stands appealing in the middle, the covers undone and inviting, while numerous papers rest neatly on her desk, but it’s the content on the wall that catches your attention. A map of the country, covered with red strings and pins linking numerous places. There are names written, too, as well as keywords and small texts.
“I’m a good listener. If you’d like to, naturally.” She takes a blunt out of her pocket, gesturing to you. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” You give her a small smile in acknowledgment. “It’s your room, anyway.”
She laughs. “Smart girl.”
“I’ll pass on your invitation to listen, though.” You continue as you stare at her closely, curious about how she’d react. Her blazer made her shirt ride up, revealing part of her toned abdomen, and you can’t help but ogle, mouth dry at the sight.
God, she’s so hot, sitting casually like that.
“As you wish. No problem.” Ryujin doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, which provides you with enough confidence to start looking around again.
A black wooden bookshelf catches your attention, standing on the opposite side of the windows and the balcony, and you’re appalled by how vast it is. It nearly occupies the entire wall, with numerous books. It’s the only part of the room that has any color besides black, brown, or white, and the books all seem pretty worn out. You brush your fingers through the shelves, lost in paradise.
“Do you expect us to fuck?” You don’t turn to face her as you ask, without shame. Strangely, you feel like you could tell her whatever you wanted to.
She shrugs, adjusting her pillows so she’d lie comfortably, looking rather small in the massive bed. The words leave her mouth so casually like nothing was ever complicated. “If you'd like to, maybe.” Her eyes travel to your body, and you shiver, once again feeling exposed. “You’re pretty. You have a beautiful body, too. So, sure.”
“Why did you bring me here, then? If not to fuck.��� You murmur, eyeing her as your fingers brush a specific book, waiting for her permission.
You take it from its place once she nods, freeing the smoke from her lungs. The Waves, highlighted and annotated.
“You looked as if you had many thoughts going on in your head.” She runs her hand through her shiny, pitch-black hair, casually. “This is my quiet place. I figured you could use a little peace for a while, too.”
She was so right. From the time you entered her room, you felt nothing but peace, as if your emotional turmoil had cooled down for a few moments.
Maybe it was the calming energy Ryujin emanates or the way she looks at you so curiously. Anyway, you decide she’s worth it.
You were not exactly fond of meeting new people, much less welcoming them into your life. You didn’t feel the need to add anyone — you could barely keep up with the amount of drama you had, with not that many people. You have a best friend, a father, a stepmother, grandparents, a sister, and her friends who were your acquaintances. Not a massive crowd, but just enough for you.
However, you feel the need to let this girl in, too.
Jumping on the bed, you don’t stop until you’re near enough to feel the warmth of the blunt Ryujin holds. You lean on your elbows, facing down whilst she’s facing up, hands behind her head to support herself as she stares at the ceiling.
“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You say, determined not to feel threatened by her piercing gaze and those midnight eyes that carry such mystery.
Ryujin laughs, shaking the hand you offer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I’m Ryujin.”
She stares back, her eyes undressing you as if she’s the keeper of all your secrets. You look away. She laughs again.
Your mind wanders to Gaeul’s words, always eager to talk about how you should take more risks and live freely. Perhaps she’s right; you should stop worrying too much and overthinking every single thing.
You snuggle yourself even closer to Ryujin, still deciding. “But are you good?”
She frowns, turning to you. “Probably. But good at what, exactly?”
“In bed, obviously.” You roll your eyes. “Are you a good fuck?”
Being so close to her allows you to see the switch your words provoke. Her eyes darken, and she fixes her posture, no longer carefree and unbothered. No… the girl whose eyes roam over your body is far from inviting or calming. She’s powerful, just as you watched her present herself downstairs, earlier at night. With strong hands, she grabs one of your thighs, bringing you so close you’re able to play with the collar of her silk shirt.
“Why do you ask, Y/n?” Ryunjin’s hands brush your neck in a careful motion, tucking your hair away so she’s able to run her nose through your skin. One look at her, and you know she enjoys toying with you like that too much.
As she must do with anyone, you suppose.
“Well…” You look down, although still leaning at her touch. “‘Cause I want you to fuck me, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”
She doesn’t mind your impatient tone but doesn’t touch you either, even after your words. If anything, she just keeps staring at your body, as if imagining all the things she’d do.
“And how would I do that, exactly?” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a defiant answer when she grabs you by the chin, ever so gently. “Make sure to be clear with your words, my angel.”
And it’s that tone once again — so low-pitched and raspy, that makes you gulp, barely breathing under the enchanting, mysterious girl’s touches. Besides being in control at all times: when you’ve decided to accompany Ryujin to her bedroom, when initiating this battle of desire… you finally come to realize how different it is, this once. This time, Ryujin’s question presents itself as a warning, its meaning loud and clear even though it was unsaid. If you agreed to this, she would be the one in control. She’d take as much as she pleased, however, you wished her to do.
Something that is so appealing to you. Not because you feel the need to let go; no, you’ve done much of that throughout all of your life — being your family’s pawn, toy, and little doll to show off to other powerful families, making a profit over the image of perfection.
No, Ryujin’s offer is appealing simply because you’re curious to see what she’d do to you. You feel drawn to her, with a sudden urge to be under her touch, to have her inside of you.
You want her to do the most unspeakable, filthy things to your body, bringing you enough pleasure to fuck you dumb, until all of your worries are washed away and long gone.
Her. You want her.
So you stand on your knees, taking your time with unclasping your bra and throwing your shirt off the ground, long hair flowing gracefully as you move, cascading down your hips. It’s only once you’re done that you speak, long after letting her watch as you make a show out of the small act.
“I want you to pleasure me.” You say, with a voice just as lustrous as hers. “I’m sure you’ve been spoiled enough in sex. Prove it to me, then. And if you’re good enough, maybe I’ll satisfy you, too.”
She smiles, exposing her canine teeth as she watches you crawl to her. Within seconds, you’re between her legs, her mouth hot and wet on your clavicle — then wasting no time to go to your breasts, as she kisses and sucks on your skin. Making sure to bruise, to mark her presence. Territorial.
“Your wish is my command, angel of mine.” She murmurs, breath warm on your skin.
Ryujin’s taste is bitter, much like poison. Still, her lips are addicting, and it’s easy to lose yourself in between the sultry kisses you share. Your skin, your insides — you’re on fire, so turned on it burns.
Her hands, skilled and lithe, wander through your body, squeezing and groping as she pleases. Such a tease, she is. You can easily tell how delighted she is to be able to take her time, caressing the insides of your thighs as you huff, impatient. She’s so close, yet so far from where you need her. Your cunt aches, sticky and needy for something, anything.
Yearning for release after such a stressful day, you feel your body trembling with anticipation. Soon enough, you’re under her, both of your clothes long thrown on the ground. It’s hard not to blush with how she’s looking at your naked body, licking her lips as she spits, a long trail of saliva going from her fingers to your wet cunt.
You need more of her. Desperately.
Tugging her hair, you let out a loud whine. “You’re so mean, Ryujin.”
“I am.” Her answer comes immediately, as she lowers her body until her mouth is close to your pussy. She brushes the hair away from her face, eyes still heavily focused on your dripping cunt. Ryujin cups your ass, one of your legs resting on her shoulder as she brings your sex as close to her face as possible. Her eyes are starstruck, long-lost in your body as she parts your folds before giving your cunt a messy, wet kiss.
Her actions are more than enough to turn you into a withering mess: her mouth is everywhere, working her way inside of your walls with such vigor you feel so full, your troubled thoughts long forgotten. She works wonders, her tongue teasing your entrance and alternating between lapping on your clit, circling your hardened bud as you moan, squirming almost desperately. You’ve never been this sensible, yet Ryujin reverberates all of her actions through your body harder than usual — even the mere brush of her fingers has her holding your thighs firmly, to keep you from moving so much and closing your legs away.
Incoherent words leave your mouth so fast that you’d be ashamed if you were able to think about anything. Your long nails scratch her bare back in random patterns, leaving her skin so red you close your hands in a sudden wave of consciousness, shy as you bring them to your chest.
She stops too, ignoring your whines as she looks up to you with a serious face, her mouth swollen and glistening with your juices. “If you stop, I’ll stop.” She grabs your hands, placing them on her once again. It’s so sweet, somehow delicate how she handles you, much different from the way she acts with anyone else. “Don’t hold yourself back.”
You nod, gulping. She has two of her fingers aligned with your slit, spreading your juices through your pussy with that little smug smile of hers before easing them inside. They slide in easily, the gushing sounds filling the room along with your voice. “Ryujin… oh f-fuck!”
“Touch your nipples.” Ryujin commands, mouth closing against your clit once again. She licks and applies a weak suction, not yet enough to overstimulate you. You’re long gone, though, incapable of forming any thoughts on your pretty head, let alone following any commands. She knows it, which is the reason her hands grope your tits with strength, massaging. “You’re sensitive, angel. Touch them for me, will you?”
It seems to work, this time. You mumble a response to her patient tone, hands going straight to your nipples as you cup your breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but certainly not small either. If you squeezed them tightly — as you were currently, doing, you could fit them in your hands. Biting your lip, you flick your thumbs through the hardened buds, circling your areolas as your fingers twist and pinch your nipples.
The action sends a shock of electricity through your body, and you throw your head back in pleasure.
“Good girl, Y/n. God, your tits are so pretty. You look so pretty like this, doing so good for me.” You barely register her words, although it doesn’t seem necessary; if anything, Ryujin seems to be speaking to herself. She lifts her head, fingers thrusting in even deeper as she judges the bruises on your hips with hard eyes. Her voice is different, too, serious as she adds, “Must’ve been a tough day, hm? You’re all bruised, my love. And I haven’t given you any of these.”
“Something like that, I guess.” You murmur, closing your eyes to focus on how good she is making you feel.
She kisses each one of your bruises with delicacy, looking somehow annoyed. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pouty, making it easy to tell she’s lost in thought. Because of her reaction, you lift her chin, cocking your head to the sides as you try to figure her out. It seems to wake her up from her trance, instead. Ryujin takes your fingers and sucks, staring at you while her tongue wets your index and thumb just as she was doing to your pussy, moments prior.
This girl’s going to be the death of you.
Her attention returns to your cunt, swollen and red, as she fastens the thrusts on your slit. It hits deep, each movement bringing you closer to the orgasm you ache for. A third finger is added, then, and you feel yourself close to the edge. Ryujin must’ve felt your muscles clenching, too, since she’s quick to give your clit one last, deep suck.
It feels like there’s no air left in the room. The pleasure that was building up in your lower abdomen explodes, with violent waves of pleasure erupting and giving you the best sensation you’ve ever felt. It’s ecstatic, as if thousands of fireworks live in every little space of your body. You feel spectacular, but more than that, you feel alive. With a high cry, you cum, Ryujin’s fingers still working their way inside, helping you ride out from your orgasm. She’s careful to not touch your clit, just staring at your fucked out face as your chest moves rapidly, trying to even your breathing.
After a few minutes, you squirm, expecting her to distance herself and stop touching your cunt.
It’s not what happens, though — in a blink, she’s all over you, working her way up your body with wet kisses until your lips meet once again in a messy kiss.
“You’re relaxed now, right?” She says, sucking on your lower lip. “And you were so perfect, angel. It’s my turn. Can you give me one more? Do you think you can do it for me?”
Suddenly, you’re all hot again, as her fingers thrust into you deeper and deeper. You’re dizzy, more than happy to drink on her and let her drive you into pleasure as she says so.
“R-ryujin…” You chant her name, clinging to the girl.
It doesn’t take you long to cum, this time. The orgasm that drags through your body is strong but slow, leaving you full in more ways than you’ll ever be able to describe.
“So good.” She says, hands tight on your waist and caressing your abdomen, with no rush at all. “You’re doing so good, Y/n.”
Your cunt feels empty without her fingers inside, pussy swollen and pleased. Even though she’s right by your side, you miss her, reaching out for her touches. She’s more than eager to comply, holding you close as she kisses the top of your head, brushing the long strands of hair away from your face.
The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in a warm bubble that has you completely in peace. Your muscles relax, and you feel the tiredness in your bones, pleading for sleep. It’s easy to get lost in Ryujin’s arms, forgetting your duties and obligations until your mind is filled with her.
Just as quickly, you’re thrown back into reality by the doorknob — it’s forced from the outside, although the door doesn’t move, thankfully locked. It’s most likely someone drunk, searching for a place to have fun with someone, but the action is enough for you to remember the reason you’ve attended such a party: an energetic girl with dark hair and the worst sense of humor you’ve ever seen, who was probably worried sick about you and cursing your entire existence.
With that in mind, you get up, grabbing your dispersed clothes on the floor and putting them on. Ryujin’s stare is attentive, following your every move. She’s still comfortable in her bed, not bothering to cover herself as she reaches out for the blunt on her nightstand.
“You can stay, if you’d like.” Her voice has a special effect on you. It makes your body relax instantly, and you breathe in. “Enjoy the quietude. There’s no need to run away.”
“I’m not running away.” You frown, somehow bothered that she thinks so. Grunting, you clarify, “I’d like to… hum, continue this. But my friend’s been waiting for long now. She must be going crazy, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. I have to take care of her.”
“Why so?” There it is. That smirk, the air of superiority that adds to Ryujin’s strong façade. It’s almost as if she’s mocking you, playing with her words. “Is she a child? Or just so stupid she can’t take care of herself…”
Your face reddens, and you finish tying your shoes just as quickly as you turn to her, both hands gripping her bed frame so you’re able to jerk your body forward. “Chaeryeong’s not stupid. Watch your fucking mouth.”
People could say anything they wanted about you. In fact, they already did — ever since you were little and your mother had left, people judged and made assumptions about your life. It was impossible not to be a target, with a family like yours, handling the business that you do. It did hurt, at the beginning, but you’ve eventually figured it out: people talked about everyone, and you weren’t special. They were so miserable and uninteresting that they’d criticize every single little thing, no matter how invisible you tried to be. It’s just how they were.
However, any words directed at your best friend are enough for you to get into messy fights. No one was allowed to talk shit about her. Not cheerful, bright Chaeryeong, who had the biggest, cutest smile and the purest intentions in her heart. You’d never allow it.
Seeing how serious you were, Ryujin’s smile dropped. She tapped her blunt in the ashtray, careful to not let the dust spill. “You’re right, she’s not. I apologize.” Although she doesn’t look sorry at all. It’s as if everything is a big joke to her; which, with such a lavish house, you know it most likely is.
Rich people are always assholes.
Humming, you roll your eyes as you try to fix your hair, failing terribly. It’s still as wild as ever, stubbornly fighting your fingers when you run your hands through its entire length, in attempts of detangling something. The subject’s been brushed off when she speaks again, breaking the silence without any awkwardness. “Yeji is keeping an eye on her, anyway. So you don’t need to fry your neurons and die of preoccupation.”
It’s awkward — you’re awkward, meanwhile, the girl looks completely at ease as she takes another hold of smoke into her lungs, naked in all her glory. God, she’s so hot; her muscles are defined, and she’s simply beautiful, like a fallen angel. It takes all of you to not fall down on your knees immediately, begging to eat her out and make her scream in pleasure like she’s done to you. But you’re also tired, and you really need to let your friend know you’re alive and well. There’s nothing more that you hate than being a bother, so you can’t let her alone, wondering if you’ve forgotten about her presence.
“You really are good.” You stare at your hands, letting out a faint giggle. It’s amazing how suddenly shy you are, given how you were begging just minutes prior. “A good fuck, I mean. You are.” In a blink, you’re by the door, gripping the doorknob with an unnecessary amount of strength. “I hope to return the favor, someday.”
“Someday.” She says, tone enigmatic as ever. You’ve noticed she’s annoyingly good at hiding her expressions, always with a bored look on her face. “See you, Y/n.”
You don’t say anything else as you leave the room, losing yourself in the labyrinth of corridors without looking back.
-
Turns out Chaeryeong is still at the same place she was when you left, thankfully. She jumps into your arms as soon as she sees you, sighing in relief. “I’m going to kill you! Where have you been? I looked everywhere!”
You hold her firmly by the waist, her voice a few quarters higher than usual. Chaery might not be tall, but in this drunken state, she’s heavy, nearly dragging both of you to the ground. She laughs uncontrollably, happy to have you by her side once again.
“The bathroom line was too long.” You lie, taking the drink from her hands as you take a sip. It’s strong, provoking a nauseous sensation that you ignore as you swallow it down.
The lie comes naturally, not because you feel like you have to hide what happened from your best friend, but simply because you find yourself too tired to explain. She’s going to make you repeat yourself as soon as she sobers up again, anyway.
She knows it, though. “Liar! You were doing something.” The girl narrows her eyes, a confused expression on her face as she brushes the hair away from your neck. “Where’d you get a new necklac— Y/n! You dirty whore!”
You can’t help but laugh as she examines the hickeys Ryujin left on your skin, mouth opened in a big “O” — slightly pushing her off you. Chaeryeong stumbles, hitting the wall with her shoulders as she tries to gather her balance.
“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? M’ too tired right now.” You promise, not giving her drink back once she reaches out for it.
Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to mind, jumping up and down in excitement. She grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your body with a smile that nearly covers her entire face. “My girl’s getting some game, wow! I’m so happy for you, Y/n! You have no idea. Do you know how many times I wished you got someone? I seriously thought you were going to turn into a nun or something.”
“Hey!” You protest, “I’m not a prude! The last time I had kissed someone was like, last month or something.”
Chaery stops jumping, thankfully. She pays no mind to your grumbling, twirling, and moving along with the blasting music’s rhythm. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”
You eye her with narrowed eyes, but she stops all of her movements before you can give her a sneaky response. Her face pales, and she gulps deeply.
“Are you okay, Chaery?” No response. Chaeryeong’s eyes are fixated on the wall behind you, the colorful lights and blasting music from the living room surely doing nothing but overwhelming her even more.
“Yeah.” She looks up, sighing. “Just felt this sudden urge to t—“ The way she covers her mouth is enough of a sign, for you. Acting quickly, you pull her to the gardens, as Chaeryeong tries her best to not jerk her body forward. It’s immediate: she throws up as soon as she finds a bush to lean on, the effects of the alcohol, adrenaline, and visual stimulation from the party getting to her organism.
“I guess you kept your drinking game high while I was busy?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood. It works, you can tell Chaery’s laughing by the way her small shoulders move. She gives you a thumbs up, too, her face still shoved in between the leaves. “Okay. Are you good to be by yourself for a few moments? I’ll get you some water, then I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.” Your friend manages to say, lying down on the grass. Her hair is all messy, and her face remains pale. “I’m fine now, though. 100%.”
“I’m still getting you the water.” You get up from where you were kneeling, too, rushing towards the kitchen entry with hurried steps.
You’re not too worried, though. This wasn’t exactly an unusual situation — sometimes Chaeryeong would drink too much, too fast… sometimes you would. It was a pain in the ass, naturally, and you’d always wake up deeply hungover the next day, but it wasn’t something to be deeply preoccupied with.
Humming to yourself, you open the fridge, in hopes of finding a bottle of fresh water. It was better than going to the bar set in the lively living room and asking for one, anyway. You barely notice a girl standing next to you, handing exactly what you’re looking for. She’s one of Ryujin’s friends, you reckon — her sunset, pin-straight hair compliments her features effortlessly, as her hypnotizing eyes stare at you attentively.
You know a judgmental look when you see one. This one’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“For your pretty friend.” She says, waiting patiently for you to take the bottle from her hands. You do, still silent, yet your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t scare her away. She keeps babbling, not minding you at all. “I hope she feels better.”
It’s as though she knows something you don’t, and the hidden mockery in the air leaves you uneasy.
“Thanks…” You murmur, playing with the bottle in your hands. Before you brush past her to return to your friend, she adds.
“—Yeji. That’s my name.” Yeji tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waving you goodbye with feigned innocency. “Bye, Y/n. Make sure Chaeryeong arrives home safely.”
Chaery’s had an eye on her earlier, nearly fucking her from afar while you were in your own world, lost in thoughts. They probably had some fun before you came back to your friend, that’s all.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you lean next to Chaeryeong again, trying to ease the knot in your stomach as you give her the plastic bottle.
“Here, don’t drink it all at once.” You say, chuckling as the girl nearly drowns herself in the water, desperate to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s been a long day, Chaeryeong. Let’s go home.”
She gladly takes the hand you offer, groaning as she shakes the remains of grass from her pants. “I had fun, though. Today was a fun day, Y/n. Did you have fun too?”
There’s mischief all over her face, making it impossible for you to feel down. It’s her gift, being able to lift your spirits with her lame jokes and energetic nature.
“Of course, Chaery. I always have fun when I’m with you.” You nod.
Your words please her, and she leans her head against your shoulder as you make your way to the car, side by side.
It’s late, and you’re tired. You’d handle it all in the morning.
-
Despite the weariness that penetrates thick in your bones, you’re punctual as always, doodling in your journal by the counter as the sun fights its way up against the messy fog of the morning. It’s a routine you’ve been doing ever since you were a teenager: going out, partying, and going to so many places until dawn, while still showing up to work at the Diner in the following morning.
You’d get some rest, eventually. For now, the four hours of sleep you had were enough to keep you up, somehow Besides, Saturday mornings are always some of the slowest days at the place, with hardly anyone coming for breakfast. People liked to sleep in, trying to gather all the hours they’ve lost from having to wake up early for work, you guess — which is why the place is empty, no customers to be seen.
There’s a hard slam on the corner, and you lift your eyes to follow the sound. You’re greeted by Rosé: her baby-pink hair is even messier than usual, and her leather jacket seems to be the only thing protecting her from the chilly weather. It does little to ease her, though — Your sister’s shorts expose her legs, dirty and scratched. At least her crop top is thick, the black clothing making her seem even more intimidating. And she smells of smoke, instead of her usual cologne.
“You look like shit.” You’re the first to break the silence, as your eyes return to your sketch. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you try your best to act indifferent to your sister’s piercing stare. “I’m taking you haven’t had any sleep at all.”
She’s fuming, you know that. Somehow, Rosé’s cold attitude is much worse than her red fire. Her quietness scares you, as it should. It’s never a good sign.
“Have you ever been anything other than useless, all your life?” She spits, and her words hurt, no matter how long you’ve mentally prepared yourself to have that talk, ever since you left the warehouse. “I asked you to do one thing, Y/n. One fucking thing, and you managed to fuck it all up! God, you’re such a failure.”
Your mouth is dry, all of your courage going down the drain as you stare at the woman in front of you. Suddenly, you’re a little kid again, playing your part as Rosé’s little doll so you’d receive a smile, a praise, anything from her. You’d do anything to get her to acknowledge you, having to fight for her attention like everyone else.
But not anymore.
She hits the counter again, visibly enraged. You shove your finger at her chest, fighting back before she destroys you with her words — like she’s so good at.
“And you’re a fucking liar! Fuck you, Rosé. You fucking lied to me, saying we’d meet Wendy because you knew damn well I’d say no to dealing with Jinsoul. And you know what? I was fucking right!” Saying the words out loud is enough to give you courage. When you speak again, your tone is low, sharp like she’d taught you. “We could’ve gotten seriously hurt out there, Rosé. And you were fully aware of that when you sent us into that fucking trap! You’re in no position to demand anything.”
Rosé runs her hands through her hair, and you can tell she’s exhausted, too. She’s always hidden things from you, so it’s impossible to know what’s going on in her life. Although you can’t bring yourself to care, anymore.
“We need that money, Y/n!” She shouts, exasperated. If her stare could burn, you’d be long dead. “How do you think things work, huh? Who do you think is paying for that fancy college of yours — our house, the food we eat every day? It’s me! I provide for us, with that dirty money you hate so much. So wake up! Fucking idiot. Stop being such a burden and help, for once.”
You know it’s true. Even though your father is supposedly the one in charge, Rosé is the true leader. Needless to say, you’re grateful for all of those things.
Which doesn’t make Rosé any less of an asshole.
“You’re a shit sister.” You lean on the chair, your icy tone placing a blunt contrast to her fiery screams. “And an absolutely horrible person. I despise you.”
A flash of hurt passes through Rosé’s arms, so fast you wonder if you’ve imagined it. But as fast as it happens, it’s over with. Instantly, her defenses are up again, and your sister looks down on you, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms in the middle of her chest.
“You’re tiring me.” She huffs, her tone making it clear she is done with the conversation. Rosé leans on the counter and shoves your shoulders on a punch before storming away, slamming the entry door loudly. “I’m going out, to clean the mess you’ve made. Like always.”
Tears start to cloud your vision as you watch her hop on her car, the roaming of the engines making her feelings clear enough for anyone to understand. She’s an asshole, you know it; but it’s hard to not be upset by her lack of care towards you. You long for her approval and affection, getting anything other than that is enough to leave you deeply hurt.
It’s frustrating, to feel like that over such a shitty situation. You don’t even know if the tears you shed come from sadness or from anger, as you brush them away from your face.
A lithe figure hits the window to grab your attention, and you’re deeply surprised to see Ryujin barging in, walking towards you in confident steps. She chooses the table closest to you, resting her arms over the chairs next to hers.
“Good morning, Y/n.” She says, completely comfortable.
“Morning.” You can’t help but frown, confused. At least her presence offers enough of a distraction from your actual problems. “What are you doing here, Ryujin?”
Ryujin smiles, her eyes small and dazed, so pretty it should be a crime. The rays of weak sunlight brighten her face, making her seem almost innocent. Much different from the night prior. “I heard this place had great food, so I came to check. I woke up pretty hungry, you know.”
“Sure.” You hum, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I’ll have some waffles, pancakes, and coffee. Black, and with no sugar, please.” She says, after looking at the menu. You nod, making your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, in hopes of escaping her intense stares.
It’s unsettling, how you’re able to feel her gaze burning holes on your back. The sensation takes you back to the night prior, a tingling sensation looking for a place in your core. You push it away, opening the double doors of the cooking area.
“Yoona unnie?” You look for the woman, watching her put her phone down to pay you attention. Smiling, you hand her a small note. “We have a customer.”
“Oh, so early! No one comes on Saturdays.” She mumbles, peeking out behind you to spot Ryujin, who stares at the road in boredom. “I’ll prepare it quickly. Meanwhile, you can go entertain her.”
You laugh at Yoona’s suggestion, shaking your head. “I’d rather wait here, with you.”
Yoona’s face turns serious, as she points at you. “No one is allowed in the kitchen while I cook. Goodbye, Y/n.” You grumble, having no choice but to go back to Ryujin while the woman pushes you out the doors.
Having coffee without any sugar is a trait reserved for psychopaths, which you think suits Ryujin well. You pour her drink in your favorite mug, before returning to her table.
“I thought you also cooked.” The raven-haired girl stands when you approach, promptly pulling the chair in front of herself.
She gestures for you to sit, and you frown, ready to argue that you are still working. The knowing look she gives you is enough to make you sit down, obedient.
“I can’t cook to save my life.” You explain, giggling to cover the shame of having to admit such a fact. “Yoona does it effortlessly, though. Her pastries are the best.”
Ryujin nods, scrunching her nose as she looks around. “And where’s your friend, may I ask?” Her smirk turns playful, pointy canines exposed at you. “Are you not taking care of her right now?”
“She’s not a child, right? She can take care of herself.” Although you play along in her game — repeating what she’d told you the day prior, you’re also quick to add.“Besides, she’s sleeping right now. Chaery always sleeps until late after a party.”
“Lucky her.” Ryujin whistles, and you agree. You wish you could sleep like your best friend, too. Not only did Gaeul often sleep until late at noon, but she’s also the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, unlike yourself. You envy her ability to sleep through literally anything possible.
Yoona calls for you to get Ryujin’s order, which you quickly do. The dishes look impeccable once you place them on the table. Yoona never misses.
It wasn’t rare to have customers who came by themselves, with the desire to have a moment of peace and enjoy their meals. With that in mind, you motion to leave, leaving Ryujin alone to do just that. She surprises you by grabbing your hand, ever so gently.
“This one’s for you, actually.” She pushes the pancake plate in your direction, hand still holding on to yours. Her fingers trace gentle circles in your palm. “Would mind joining me? I hate to eat alone.”
Leaving you without words is, apparently, one of Ryujin’s many talents. Once again, you feel drawn to her, incapable of saying no. It’s something in her eyes, you suppose; the way she stares at you, attentive, from the moment you first met each other. She acknowledges every little detail about you, and most importantly, she _listens_. You didn’t know someone could understand you entirely like that — it’s both thrilling and scary, to know you’re so aligned.
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, in a clear sign that you don’t.
The two of you eat, soon engaged in lively conversation. It’s a pleasant surprise, to know Ryujin is much more than a pretty, intimidating face: she’s smart, funny, and very attentive. You both enjoy the same books, and she’s respectful and mindful when sharing her perspective about topics you disagree on. Time flies, and you find yourself comfortable in her presence.
Getting you to talk about yourself is difficult — even Chaeryeong has to ask repeatedly to get information from you. You just can’t help it: being raised to be a discreet, private person has created the habit of bottling up your emotions, and hiding things until you couldn’t handle them anymore.
However, the words flow freely with Ryujin. You want to share about your life, your hobbies, the people you love… it’s just somewhat easy when it comes to her.
And she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Far from that, Ryujin drinks from you: acknowledging every little detail about yourself, enchanted and marveled.
You barely notice how quickly you’ve eaten breakfast, not even a small bite left. Ryujin is surprised, too, to not have noticed either. You’ve distracted her and knocked down her defenses without even meaning to do so.
“Okay, so I might’ve come here with a purpose…” She says, and you shake your head. Of course, she did. “In my defense, I found this on my bedside table, a little after you left, and it looked pretty fancy to just keep to myself.”
In her hands, there’s a cross necklace, shining in bright silver. Your fingers go to your neck unconsciously, in hopes of touching the one you kept with yourself at all times — only to hold on to the air, instead. You grasp, bile bundling up in your stomach at the thought of the hours you’ve spent without your precious necklace.
As soon as you reach out for it, Ryujin holds the jewelry away from your hands.
“May I?” She unclasps the lock, gesturing to where it should be rested.
You nod, eager to have your necklace back. Holding your hair away from your face, you turn around, waiting for her. Her breath is hot on the back of your neck, and for a moment, you think she might kiss you. Instead, she takes a step back, a proud look on her face as she runs her thumb against the bruises on your collarbone. “There. All done, angel.”
“Thank you.” The words that leave your mouth are sincere, and you can’t muster how grateful you truly are. “I… Thank you, really. This is so important to me. How can I repay you?”
No matter how much you might hate Rosé at the current moment, that necklace means everything to you. It reminds you of a time when things were less complicated. When you were too young to understand what was truly going on in your life, lost in the innocence of childhood.
“Don’t worry about it.” Ryujin brushes it off, getting up quickly. She drops some money on the table, definitely much more than what she’s ordered. “We’ll see each other soon. Bye, Y/n. You look beautiful, by the way.”
Just as fast as she appeared, Ryujin’s gone. Leaving you to wonder what’s underneath all that mysterious façade, you go back to your chores, unable to brush the raven-haired girl off from your thoughts.
—
Rosé’s been having one hell of a week. Weeks, or even a month.
As if dealing with her family’s business wasn’t enough, with people constantly waiting for an opportunity to betray her and plan their downfall, this new gang that’s been stealing all her clients and supplies has been pissing her off in ways she didn’t deem possible. And now, she has your stupid feelings to worry about. God, you’re so damn sensitive it drives her crazy.
“Rosie?” Lisa’s voice reminds the woman she’s in the middle of a meeting — one she called herself. “What’s going on? You’ve been distracted ever since you walked through the door.”
“Yeah. This fucking sucks, but don’t fret too much. It’s not like we’ve not dealt with situations like those before. Those bitches will get what they deserve.” Jisoo says, in an attempt to soothe Rosé’s nerves. Her tone is excited — perhaps too much.
She’s always been a little masochist.
They’re right, which only makes Rosé more frustrated. She should be planning her revenge, not pouting over a stupid fight.
“I know, it’s just—“ She sighs. “Never mind. Let’s get this over with.”
They all nod, chatting vividly, but Rosé’s phone lights up before she’s able to join the conversation. There’s a message from an unknown number, which is unusual.
The content of it is what unsettles her the most. Her mouth dries and the air runs from her lungs as she stares at the image sent — A picture of you, boobs covered by someone’s arms and bare waist filled with bruises.
The message under it says Thank you for the guns and the snack. I’ll make sure to come back for more, later.
It doesn’t have a slight indication of who sent it, but Rosé doesn’t need a confirmation. She knows exactly who did.
“Jennie!” She screams, even though the girl is not far away from herself, sitting by the long table in the dining room. “Grab the stuff immediately. We’ll do this in my house, instead.” And so she turns, barging orders as she goes.
No one’s going to use her little sister as bait and live.
This newcomer might’ve had a few strikes of beginner's luck, but Rosé’s patience had run thin. She wouldn’t tolerate any insolences anymore, no.
She’ll have Ryujin’s head.
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tally - rosé
— songwriter!, musician! rosé, paparazzi
i say fuck it when i feel it, cuz no one’s keeping tally i do what i want with who i like
rosé was exhausted, she hates this cycle. of sneaking around and hiding under dark clothes when you’re in public, of hiding her lockscreen and the polaroid on her phone case from appearing on photos or videos, she hated being unable to talk about you to everyone, she hated all of this, loathed it.
but she always kept you around, even if you had to ride with crew most of the time, for when she was away from you too long she would start to hear her own heartbeat more than she’d like. you were peace to her. rosé was exhausted, but mostly, she was furious.
and i ain’t gon conceal it, while you talking all that shit, i’ll be getting mine
it was a thing of time, that everyone started noticing the same feminine silhouette around her even when none of her crew was. fans kept up with her management team, everyone even knew her re-ocurring friend group, they just couldn’t pinpoint where u fell, yet, you were always there.
don’t apologize for my behavior, if you’re offended i don’t care.
she never fit in the usual korean mold, the delicate, educated and always quiet women she shared the industry with because they valued their dream career more than their own freedom. controversy is what made her stand out, it’s how she blew up, it’s expected no one was too surprised when she started a soft launch of your relationship. pictures of the two bowls of food, tangled hands, two shadows on a crosswalk, small, private, intimate photos like these easily gave away it was not just one of her friends.
sometimes i like to go play dirty, just like all of the fuckboys do, that’s my choice and there’s no one i’m hurting, when that’s not girly.
but rosé has always been open about her private life, she’s never hid behind dark clothes or hats, at least not until you. she was a weekly topic on social media, everyone took out the time to discuss her possible hook ups, like that was of important matter to anyone else.
that’s why everyone else was so observant now, because all of the sudden she stopped running out of models’ apartments at three am with tousled hair. instead, she was seen hiding behind her clothes and around a becoming familiar silhouette at restaurants, movie theaters, parks, at houses and parties of families who no one’s ever seen before, which was the ideal, but people would just not stop watching her. and you.
everybody tells me to play nice, everybody judge but looking twice, but my body don’t belong to none of them though, and i’m not going to change cuz you say so.
she was tired of playing nice, of laughing it off when men asked her about her love life, when the woman interviewer asked about any special boys in her life. she was tired of everyone assuming and deciding which one of her friends she was dating today. why couldn’t they see she loved you? why couldn’t they just move on? she wasn’t theirs to play around with, she just wanted to do what she loved, surrounded by people she loved. surrounded by you.
warned me to make the rules, or play the fool, it ain't that hard to choose
“rosie, this could make or break your career” you really wish it wasn’t this hard, you wish you could just love each other and live contently. without anyone else interfering.
“i don’t give a fuck anymore. i need you to do the same” she’s cried, she’s given up. but she’s angry, she wants this over. she wants you two to be free. “will you walk the red carpet with me? please” she asks again, begs, her eyes are telling you all of the above. how she can’t take this anymore, if she has to pretend she doesn’t know you for one more night, she might just explode.
rosé can’t ever explain to you the amount of bliss she felt when you agreed, she had been given an ultimatum since the beginning, play the fool or break the rules. play the fool because it could save her career, break the rules because it could save her. she’s finally brave enough to choose for you. and she chooses to be immensely happy, publicly
i say fuck it when i feel it. cuz no one’s keeping tally i do what i want with who i like.
that night, hell broke loose. so did the internet, the photo of her kissing you at the red carpet had millions of fans publicly giving up on her, but so many more expressing their gratitude and pride for her. regardless she couldn’t care less about the numbers, the money, all she cared about was you, her, your future together, and how it was finally possible.
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The Tree of Romance
Rosé x Fem! Reader
Once a certain blonde abruptly introduces herself to you after noticing she had mistakenly taken your spot under a tree, she realizes that she could have possibly experienced what one would call “love at first sight”.
Warnings- Mention of alcohol, Swearing, I think that's it tbh
A tree adjacent to the school’s courtyard, the perfect amount of shade for when the sun would fall too heavy upon the campus- it was the spot you would go to everyday after classes. You would sit under the tree, a pencil and notebook in hand, or sometimes a novel you would want to catch up on, and you would sit there calmy and do what you loved.
After finishing a class that seemed to last forever, you were relieved to know that your spot was there waiting for you to obtain. You begin walking out of the building and make your way over to the familiar nature, breathing in the beautiful smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of sweet nothing infusing your ears.
Finally, as you arrive at your spot, you notice a girl sitting in the spot you would always secure, her blonde hair blowing in rhythm to the wind as her gaze was focused on the book she had at hand.
You grunt, going through this a couple of times in your life where you were forced to kick someone out of your spot. It was relatively known around campus that you would always acquire that spot, so most people minded their business and took their seat somewhere else, however there were few times like these where you would have to go over to someone and tell them that they would unfortunately have to leave.
“Um excuse me”, you begin, looking down at the girl as you stand in front of her. Her eyes are torn away from her book for a short second as her stare falls on yours. Your breath hitches for a moment, not expecting the girl to be such a sight to see, nevertheless, you rid that thought immediately to the back of your mind and continue. “You’re sitting in my spot.”
After hearing your words, the blonde’s eyes widen and she instantly shuffles over with a quick apology, leaving enough space for you to sit, however staying under the tree.
“I mean the tree... this is where I sit everyday”, you step closer, however you decide you won’t sit down until the girl finally surrenders and leaves you and your tree at peace.
“Oh”, she takes a quick glance around, almost as if she was looking for someone to save her from such an awkward interaction. “Well we can both sit here if you’d like! There’s plenty of room!” Her eyes squint as her bright smile lights up the atmosphere, a slight shade of pink dancing across the brim of her cheeks as she clutches her book, careful to not lose the page she was on.
You sigh, giving it up and taking a seat next to the girl, taking your bag out and reaching inside to grab your sketchbook and pencil.
Only five minutes into your drawing you begin to feel a pair of eyes burning into your figure, and you turn your head to see if your mind was correct, and as expected, as soon as you look up towards the girl, she quickly averts her gaze and drops her attention back to her book, worried if she had been caught staring.
You decide to leave it alone and continue on your drawing, however, once again you can feel the blonde’s eyes not only on you, but on the drawing you had been working on.
Drawing the nature and atmosphere around you had always been your hobby, another reason why the tree you would sit at was your favorite spot to be. Everywhere you looked there was some sort of beauty surrounding you, whether that be the tiny butterfly perched on a thread of grass, or the kind old lady you would regularly see walking her dog up and down the sidewalk. It was relaxing to you, and the perfect place for you to scribble down the prepossessing environment in front of you.
“That’s really beautiful”, you heard from the side of you, a seemingly Australian accent.
You turn to look at the girl, all of a sudden getting nervous by how close the two of you were, so you bring your head back down and look at your drawing, smiling in response.
“Thanks.”
“Is this what you do when you come here everyday?” The blonde asks once again, clearly intrigued by you.
You nod, “yeah, or sometimes I read. I just think this place is really nice and super refreshing.”
The girl smiles and nods, subtly scooting closer to you without your knowledge, your rose scented perfume invading her senses, in which she admired.
The blonde adjusts her glare towards your face, concentrated on the drawing in hand, careful to outline every little detail of grass that would match to your line of vision. Her cheeks blushed a bright pink, her feelings evidently proved by her features at the moment. Her stomach seemed to turn inside out as she focused on every little detail of the girl beside her. Your eyes squinting to look up from your drawing and onto the scenery ahead, where you no later bring your attention back down and scribbles whatever smidge of a detail you found.
“My name is Rosé by the way”, says the blonde, taking you out of your trans and bringing your regards back to the girl across from you.
“Um... I’m Y/n”, you speak nonchalantly, a bit confused by the girls continuation of forwardness.
“That’s really pretty”, she smiles, and you almost feel a slight connection between the two of you slightly brush by your shoulder.
“Do you like coffee? Or pastries?” Rosé continues to blabber on, her voice sounding as if you’d heard her your entire life, almost as if she was one of those maddening little sisters that would harass you nonstop, day in and day out.
“I like coffee, only the caramel ones though.” You respond, failing to keep eye contact with the blonde as you bring your line of sight back down to your drawing.
“How about pastries”, she continues.
Your focus stays glued to your notebook, “yeah I guess I like muffins. Those are pretty good.”
After your response, it led Rosé to meet you back at the same spot the next day, a caramel coffee in her right hand, and a small blueberry muffin in her left, holding the paper bag with the tip of her nails, carefully making her way over to you as she attempts to not drop the food.
She plops down next to your figure, seeing that instead of the familiar notebook, filled with various beautiful drawings, you have a thick novel rested in the palm of your grasp, your eyes focused on the words ahead.
You seemed to not have noticed the blonde until she ultimately shakes the paper bag next to you, signifying that she brought the small pastry just for you.
"I heard you liked muffins", the same engaging voice you recognize from yesterday rang in your ear pleasurably. You turn your head to look back at the girl, noticing not only the muffin resting in the small paper bag, but the medium caramel coffee that you mentioned you enjoyed yesterday, firmly grasped in the Australians hand.
"Oh... I didn't think you would actually bring me it", you laugh, thanking the girl as you take the drink and pastry from her.
"Of course I would. You seem really cool, I wanted to get on your good side", she smiles, her cheeks reddening as she lowers her head towards the grass, suddenly finding the tiny little bugs crawling atop of the leaves more interesting than the conversation.
You laugh after hearing her response, "you don't have to buy me coffee and a muffin to get on my good side."
"What if I just wanted to buy you breakfast?" Rosé questions, her gaze subtly dropping to your lips before she quickly readjusts herself, tilting her head, awaiting your response.
"Then it would be a bit weird, because we just met yesterday", you laugh, although finding the girl, along with the conversation, a tad bit amusing.
"Actually, to tell the truth, I bought you this because I wanted to ask you a question", Rosé begins, turning away from your stare, feeling the world cave in as soon as she allows the confession to roll so smoothly off her tongue. From your perspective, it might have seemed like Rosé was a confident and outgoing girl, nevertheless, the blonde knew that it was only all an act, pretending that she was poised enough to actually say such words.
At her words, you take your attention off of the novel lying in your hands, looking into the blondes eyes as you shift your body in her direction.
"Go ahead, what’s up?" You ask.
Rosé clears her throat, giggling at her awkwardness. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to the nearby library down the street... or um... something." Rosé mentally slaps herself for stuttering, after knowing that she practiced the exact sentence over and over again in front of the mirror this morning, perfecting the way she would portray her words, her gaze, and her body.
"Oh...", you smile, "sure... I need to study for my test anyway."
Rosé smiles at this, lifting herself from her feet and grabbing her bag below her, hoisting it onto her back before she stands up straight, ready to leave. She looks down to you, watching as you zip your book back up inside your backpack. She offers you a hand once you finish settling yourself, where you gladly take it into your, declining the feeling of such a warm palm embrace as she assists you to lift yourself upwards.
You release your hand from hers, much to Rosé’s dismay, however she fails to let such a silly detail get to her head as she leads you towards the library.
It was about a ten minute walk from the tree the two of you had occupied, however trip was filled with never-ending stories spilling from the blondes mouth, explaining how she was a musician and enjoyed writing her own songs. She talked about how she played guitar, and hoped to be famous someday.
She seemed like a sweet girl in your eyes, and although you have only knew her for two days, it seemed that you’ve gained more information about her life than you knew about your own. Her mouth would run away from her mind, allowing useless words to flow out, creating another endless story she failed to finish.
Once the two of you had finally arrived at the destination, walking inside and allowing the comfortable, silent environment fill your senses, the two of you take a seat in the very back of the building, sure not to be close to any other people who might have wanted their own private space.
The building seemed to be almost empty, excluding the group of student in the front and back corner, which made both you and Rosé practically alone together once again, similar to their audience back at the tree.
Rosé didn’t seem to mind the space, as she thought it was better for just the two of you to be in a secluded area, away from those that might distract you from her. As selfish as it may have sounded, she wanted you to herself. She wanted to be the only person you talked to, the only person you listened to, the only person you hung out with, and most importantly, the only person you sat at that lame tree with.
It was only a day ago that Rosé met you, nevertheless, she seemed to be experiencing what it was like to be falling in love. At first sight she was attracted to you, knowing already that you were someone she wanted to go after. She felt her heart beat out of her chest, matching the tone of her unsteady breath when she stared into your absorbed eyes. After walking home that first day that the two of you met, she knew that it was love at first sight.
“Hello?” Rosé hears your voice call out to her, pulling her out of her trance as she shakes her head and regains her focus, gearing her attention back to you.
“Sorry could you say that again I wasn’t paying attention”, she laughs.
You chuckle and clear your throat, feeling yourself get more awkward as the moments pass agonizingly slow.
“I said that you are practically shivering... do you want my sweatshirt? I have one in my bag”, you say, hand already reaching down to the backpack settled on the carpeted floor.
Another arrow shot through the middle of Rosé’s heart, feeling her emotions run wild in her mind as her body failed to control the incoming waves of intimacy circulate her heart. It was almost as if this was one of her own dreams, as if she’d only fallen asleep last night and was not awoken after such a breathtaking day, her position at the moment being that of what she only imagined she would fantasize about.
“I um”, stuttering was a given, and Rosé knew that, “y-yeah. I would love that. Thank you for noticing Y/n.” She smiled a warm, genuine smile, to which you returned.
You pulled an obscenely oversized hoodie from your bag, handing it to the blonde beside you. She tenderly took it from you, opening it up and wrapping her body inside of it, keeping the hood on top of her head as the rest fell down to her thighs. The hoodie was huge on her, however you thought it was a bit of a cute look on her, the largeness of your own hoodie engulfing the beautiful blonde lady beside you, her smile seeming more warm than the hoodie itself.
Rosé inhaled the scent of your beautiful floral fragrance, knowing beforehand that even your smell would be as appealing and prepossessing as you were. You never seemed to fail her fantasies.
After the two of you spent the majority of the time studying for your classes, drinking your coffee, and making sweet conversation, the sun was noticeably setting, unfortunate for the two of you.
Rosé wished you wouldn’t mention it, knowing that if you did, it was lead to your goodbye’s for the day. She only wanted to stay her forever with you by her side. Even if you were to just sit there, pencil in hand as you worked on whatever homework you needed to complete, your voice silent and the sound of only your pencil dashing across the white paper passing through her ears, she would still want to stay here by your side, watching you study.
Nonetheless, as Rosé could foresee, you spoke up after a short pause between conversations.
“It’s getting a bit dark”, you say, beginning to close your computer, “we should get going.”
Rosé nods, keeping her sigh to herself as she stands from her seat and begins to pack her bag. Once finished, you both begin towards the exit, bringing you out of the library and into the now orange lit sky.
“Are you going to be at the tree tomorrow?" Asks Rosé, following your lead while you begin to make your way back towards the tree.
You smile and look back to the girl, “I’m always there Rosie.”
The girl tilts her head down, biting her lip to hold back a smile as the blush soon soaks the colors of her cheeks.
‘She’s already made me a nickname’, the blonde thinks to herself happily.
“Would it be ok if I came back tomorrow?” Rosé questions further, although scared that she might be over-stepping the newly formed ‘friendship’ boundaries.
Your eyes stay put on the scenery ahead of you, nodding in response to the blonde.
“Usually I would say no”, you begin, “but I actually like you. I don’t really talk to many people but you seem like the type of person I would want to like... I don’t know...”, you struggle to find the words your chasing, palms beginning to sweat as your cheeks start to match the color of the red flowers beautiful peeking from the bushes next to you.
Rosé, however, feels the sudden urge to place her hand atop of her pulse to make sure she’s breathing ok. The girl still yet struggled to find if this is truly a dream or not, the words that she had just heard you confess flooding her mind in an instant.
“T- thank you Y/n”, is all she was able to let out, worried that if she spoke even one more word, a confession of love would slip out into the open air. The two of you continued to walk in a comfortable silence until you finally arrive at the tree. You find your car sitting in the parking lot, where you request to bring Rosé home, however she explains that her car is on the other side of the parking lot and she will be taking herself home tonight.
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“I’m telling you Jennie, it’s literally fucking love! Like she’s the one! She’s the love of my life”, Rosé argues with her roommate, Jennie, as she lay comfortably on their shared couch, your hoodie still attached to her body.
“Chaeyoung you met her YESTERDAY!” Jennie returns, fork in hand as she downs the dinner Rosé had made her the previous day.
“So what? Ever heard of love at first sight? It’s in like so many different romance movies and like every single romance book!” She retorts.
Jennie stands up and tosses her plate into the garbage adjacent to her, making her way to the blonde before she plops herself onto the couch as well, making herself comfortable before she finally responds to the girl.
“I’m just saying... what if you get to know her and she’s like some weirdo girl who likes avocadoes or something?” Rosé’s face scrunches, chuckling at such a useless point the girl had made.
“Shut up!” Jennie laughs, “I’m trying to say that like, you don’t really know her, so don’t you think it’s best that you talk to her more before you decide that she’s the love of your life?”
“So what should I do?” Rosé sighs, “how do I get to know her more without making it obvious that I want her?”
Jennie leans back on the couch cushion, thinking back to the details the Australian had previously told her when she had first mentioned you.
“Well...”, she begins, “you said that she always goes to that stupid tree, I say you just go meet her there everyday with like a coffee and lunch or something. Spend sometime eating and talking with her, and then decide what to do from there?”
And that is exactly what Rosé decided she was going to do.
Thanks to Jennie, Rosé followed her advice and met with you every day, bringing you an iced caramel coffee, like you admired, and surprising you with a new tasty pastry she would pick out from the bakery.
Two months had passed, and her love for you only increased. After having an abundance of extensive conversations the two of you would share, the blonde learned more and more intriguing facts about you and your personality, solitarily making her fall harder each day.
One day, after the third month had passed and the both of you seemed to be comfortable and familiar with each other, Rosé decided that she was going to make a move. She made a plan the night before, explaining to Jennie exactly what she was going to do, earning a nod of approval and a good luck from the girl.
The next day, Rosé made her way over to the tree, sitting herself down next to your figure and handing your drink and pastry to you with a smile. The pastry was a chocolate croissant today, being one of her favorites.
“I can’t stay here with you today”, Rosé frowns, and you reciprocate the same expression after hearing the blonde’s words.
“No how come?” Your head leans atop of the Australians shoulder.
“I have to study for a test today”, she begins, laying her head on yours, smiling to herself while doing so.
“It can’t wait?” You ask, however knowing that you would never hold the girl back from her studies, only asking for the fun of it.
“No it can’t... but I’ll be here tomorrow”, she smiles.
“About that”, you begin, sliding your head off of the girls shoulder, much to her dismay, and reaching into your bag behind you.
Rosé furrows her eyes, leaning to the side in attempt to get a better look at what you were doing. After a few seconds, she’s met with small gift back dangling from your fingers, a heavenly smile plastered on your face to come with it.
“What’s this?” She asks, smiling as she takes it from your hands.
“Open it”, you bite your lip and lean closer.
Rosé does as she’s told and takes the little amount of tissue paper out of the bag, lifting what seemed to be a stuffed animal, or possibly a blanket, out. Once she finally takes out the gift, the blonde is filled with a plethora of joyous emotions, a stuffed teddy bear in her grasp, with a gift-card to the exact place she would buy you the coffee and pastries in its hands.
“Y/n you really didn’t have to do this”, Rosé pronounces, leaning in towards you with her arms wide, embracing you in a short, yet meaningful hug.
“I know... but I wanted to”, you smile and continue, “every single day you come here and bring me a pastry and a coffee. How do you expect me to just accept it with open arms and not get you something in return.”
“I didn’t get you these things to get something in return”, Rosie chuckles, lightly pushing your shoulder back. I got it because I’m in love with you, she thinks to herself.
“I know I know... I just wanted to get you this. I thought it was nice, and the bear reminded me of you”, you speak softly, your bright red cheeks evidently on display for anyone with a pair of eyes, as is Rosé’s.
You clear your throat, interrupting the moment. “Anyway”, you begin, “you said that you couldn’t stay today. I just wanted to give you that before you left”, your voice suddenly begins to drop back to your usual low tone, almost as if you were embarrassed in the moment and was not sure what to do... and truth be told, you really were.
You never were open with anyone in your life, Rosé being the first, and with someone like you, a person who despises any form of intimacy, going as far as buying a girl a present, was a major step for yourself. As much as you wanted to congratulate yourself for finally being able to put yourself out there for her, your embarrassment and discomfort got the best of you.
“O-oh”, Rosé stutters at the sudden awkwardness surrounding the air between the two of you, rising to her feet and gathering everything she had brought.
“Yeah I’ll get going”, she forces a fake smile, hiding the disappointment seeping through her emotions, knowing that she wished you could just say something more to her. Give her a sign. A clue. Anything. She was desperate for you, and needed to know if you felt the same.
Nevertheless, no matter what, she would find out tonight, when her plan makes it way into action.
After Rosé disappears back to her car and drives off, you grab the coffee she had brought, taking a quick sip before you now reach for the bag that had your pastry in it, curious to see what she brought.
After opening the bag and glancing inside, your eyes widen, noticing something unusual that you have never seen occupying the bags before. The chocolate croissant, although it appealed to you in every way possible, wasn’t what caught your eye.
You reach your hand inside the bag, taking out a small folded paper from within and throwing the now empty bag to the side. You carefully unwrap the paper, opening it until it you could finally see the pretty pink marker filled upon the lines of the paper. You stopped, and peered intently, tilting your head quizzically as you read the words written in beautiful penmanship.
Leave the tree tonight by seven 'o'clock, and don’t comeback until exactly twelve in the morning
Rosie<3
You laugh to yourself, knowing that she was planning something for you. A part of you was worried, thinking to yourself that it might be her way of saying goodbye, meeting you at twelve in the morning only to tell you that she was leaving and never coming back. That was impossible, however.
You were always the one to overthink. Rosie wouldn’t do that to you, and you knew that you were just getting ahead of yourself and thinking of the worst possible situation
On the other hand, a part of you was excited, knowing that she always had something up her sleeve when it came to surprises.
As the day passed by (agonizingly slow) and seven finally hit, you do as Rosie requested and packed up your things, cleaning the area around the tree so it would look perfect for the blonde to come and see.
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“Ok is everything set up?” Asks Jennie from the other line.
Rosie perfects her final touches around the area, holding the phone to her ear as it stays snug in between her shoulder, “yeah, I think so”, she replies, taking a step back to admire her work.
“I’m so nervous Jennie.” Rosé‘s voice trembles on the phone, as if it isn’t enough that she’s thrown up twice before this, her nerves sending a chill up her spine and following back down to her stomach, where the butterflies ceased to stop flying freely inside.
“Calm down Rosie... just think about how excited you’ve been for this”, Jennie’s tone becomes soft as she guides Rosé through the waves of anxiety she was facing at the moment, breathing in and out with her until the blonde could finally calm down and hang up the phone.
There was exactly five minutes left until it was twelve, and Rosé took her familiar spot under the tree, her phone ridden inside her bag, and the only thing clouding her crowded mind was the thought of your face when you would walk in and she what she’d done for you.
The minutes trickled down until the Australian finally notices the same car she’s been acquainted with for a few months pull into the parking lot nearby. She watching as you step out of the drivers seat, hands in your pocket and a beanie on your head as your teeth clatter at the weather, the cold nipping at your exposed skin while you make your way over to the tree.
Once your close enough, you can finally catch a glimpse of what sat beneath the large piece of nature, and a bright, endearing smile flashes across your face when you find the blonde sitting comfortably underneath the tree.
There were a few lit candles surrounding the girl, and a pair of bright fairy lights wrapped around the trunk of the tree, bringing light to the perfectly arranged spaghetti dinner resting in front of Rosé, waiting to be devoured by the two of you together.
There were two plates, accompanied by a half poured red wine sitting atop of the small, unpigmented napkin.
“Rosie”, you begin, finding yourself at a loss of words, taking a seat on the ground and facing the girl, taking notice of the way she carefully eyed your every move, similar to what she had been doing the first day the two of you met.
“You don’t have to do these things for me, you know that right? It’s more than enough that you even just come by to sit with me”, you smile at the girl as her eyes begin to water. You tilt your head and glance at her with curiosity, laughing harmlessly and reaching over towards her, wiping away a fallen tear with the swipe of your thumb.
“Why are you crying? I should be the one crying. You did all of this for me”, you laugh and take her hand in your, squeezing it gently.
“Do you know why I’m doing all of this Y/n?” Rosé takes her hand away from yours, and a sense of worry spreads throughout your body, thinking back to what you had originally thought this entire thing would be about. Was this a final goodbye type of thing? Did she have her fun for a few months and decided that she was going to leave and find another girl to hang out with? Did she get bored with you? Were you not enough?
“I um... “, you look anywhere but her eyes, “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know how to say this, because it’s hard for me to tell you something so important. I know you’ll hate me for saying this, and you’ll be mad at me for doing such a thing, but I just need to tell you this.” This time, Rosé avoids eye contact, her hands now occupying various threads of grass under the blanket she sat on, picking them out of the dirt as a way to calm herself down.
“Y/n I-”
“Please don’t leave Rosie”, the fairy lights wrapped superbly around the tree shine against your eyes, allowing Rosé to see the glistening tears brimming under your eyes against your own will.
“Please. Ever since you came into my life, even if it was just three months ago, everything has just been so much better. I look forward to coming to this spot every single day, and not because I want to sit around and draw all the stupid shit I see, not anymore. I look forward to coming here so I can see you! When you show up with a coffee and whatever surprise pastry you picked, it just makes me feel loved. I know I might not show it, but just by you coming to meet me here everyday, it makes my day even better than the last. So please Rosie, don’t le-”.
Suddenly, your rambling is cut off with a soft pair of lips pressed up against your own, shutting you up instantly. Your eyes grow wide, realizing what she had done, and after feeling her plump lips slowly move against yours, you lean in closer to her and reciprocate the kiss.
You feel the blonde smile against your lips, euphorically thrilled at the thought of you feeling the same way.
You cup her hot cheek in the palm of your hand, pushing your lips deeper into hers as your thumb subtly smooths over her polish, reddened cheek.
After what seemed to be too expeditious for the both of your likings, you pull away, however being sure to keep your face at a close distance, smiling when you open your eyes and see that she’s already staring back at you, her cheek color as bright as her lips and a wide, giddy smile plastered on her face.
“Y/n”, she states, her hand slowly making its way towards yours before she interlocks her fingers with your own. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I wanted to tell you my feelings.”
A laughs sneaks by her lips when she sees your face light up in embarrassment. You place your hand on your forehead, shifting your gaze to the ground as you shake your head in discomfiture.
“So... do you want to hear my feelings or not?” The Australian asks, and you bring your head back up swiftly, nodding eagerly.
“Well...”, Rosie runs her hand along your arm, smiling as she knows that finally, she will be able to say what she had been practicing for oh-so long in the mirror, perfecting it to the point where she can no longer get it wrong.
“I love you, Y/n YL/n.”
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Yahh its finally here!! I hope everyone liked it! More fics coming soon, love you all<33
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can i make a request where the reader pranks rosé annoys her
truly such an original title
but thank you for the request
i liked writing this a lot
-r-
Rosé - Prank
word count: 436
"hello?" you asked as you put the phone up to your ear, pausing the movie the two of you were watching.
"oh jihyo! hi! how's it going?"
chaeyoung's ears perked up at the mention of her. she glanced over at you as she was snacking on some popcorn, waiting for you to finish your call, so you two could continue the movie.
"uh... i'm not doing much right now. just hanging out with a friend."
her eyes blinked rapidly as she heard you talking. what. did she hear that correctly? did you just call her your... friend? she tapped your shoulder lightly, trying to gain your attention but what made her even more annoyed was the fact that you noticed her and you kept on talking to jihyo on the phone, completely disregarding her.
"yeah, i'm almost done with this movie with my friend. i can hang out after."
she was done. she wasn't in the mood after hearing you call her your friend two times. she practically slammed the empty bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table as she stormed her way out of the living room, making her way upstairs.
you held back your laughter as you put your phone back down before you went to run after her. before she could get up the stairs, you grabbed her hand, making her glare back at you.
"what do you want y/n?" she grumbled. "go back to talking to jihyo. your friend isn't that important to you right?"
you let out a laugh as her eyes furrowed in confusion. she could feel the anger building up inside her, "how do you think this is funny?"
"because i was talking to no one on the phone. it was a prank rosie."
"are you serious?" she asked as you nodded very quickly, not trying to let this get out of hand.
she shook her head and let out a sigh. she closed her eyes to try and calm herself down, taking a few seconds to compose herself. "you're so annoying sometimes."
"but you love me so so much!" you shouted knowingly.
she had a small smile as she walked back down to the living room, you walking right behind her, "sadly..."
as you two made your way back to the couch, with her head on your shoulder, you made another snarky remark.
"say, friend... what do you want to do after finishing this movie?"
"y/n..." she warned with a heavy tone, "stop doing that."
"doing what?" you said with an innocent smirk.
she lightly flicked your forehead, eliciting a small 'ow' from you, "you know exactly what you're doing. stop it."
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