#Rosé imagine

[jinlias]

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.

[2996-sana]

Roommate Chronicles

Y/N couldn't help but feel a tinge of apprehension as they were introduced to her new roommate, Roseanne Park. Jisoo, their mutual friend, had insisted that Rosé was a great person, but the initial encounter left Y/N questioning Jisoo's judgment.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Rosé," Y/N greeted with a friendly smile.

"Hey," Rosé replied, her voice laced with a hint of aloofness as she gave a nod of acknowledgment.

Moving into the shared apartment did little to thaw the icy atmosphere between them. Conversations were scarce, and when they did occur, they were brief and laced with an uncomfortable chill.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow your hairdryer?" Y/N asked, hoping to break the tension.

"Sure," Rosé replied, handing over the hairdryer without making eye contact.

Y/N couldn't understand why Rosé seemed so closed off. They wanted to bridge the gap and establish a connection.

"You know, we should try to get to know each other better," Y/N suggested tentatively.

Rosé looked up from her book, her eyes briefly meeting Y/N's. "I guess we could give it a shot," she replied, her tone softening slightly.

Days turned into weeks, and as they settled into their routines, Y/N and Rosé found themselves sharing more moments together.

Y/N, while preparing dinner, said, "So, what's your favorite food, Rosé?"

Rosé, cautiously, responded, "Hmm, I don't know. I guess I like Korean barbecue."

Y/N smiled and suggested, "We should go out for barbecue sometime! It'll be a good chance to bond."

Surprised by the invitation, Rosé replied, "Yeah, that could be fun."

As their conversations grew, Y/N discovered that Rosé's quiet demeanor masked a world of thoughts and emotions.

Excitedly, Y/N shared, "You won't believe what I learned in my Political Science class today!"

Rosé, genuinely interested, asked, "What was it?"

Their discussions became more frequent, ranging from light-hearted banter to sharing personal anecdotes.

Teasingly, Y/N remarked, "You know, Rosé, for someone who seems so aloof, you're actually pretty funny."

Rosé chuckled softly and admitted, "Yeah, I guess I have my moments."

Jisoo and the other friends noticed the slow progress between Y/N and Rosé, but couldn't resist playfully teasing them.

Teasingly, Jisoo remarked, "You two are practically inseparable now. Are you sure you're just roommates?"

Blushing, Y/N replied, "Come on, Jisoo, don't be ridiculous!"

As their bond strengthened, Rosé began to show her care for Y/N in subtle ways.

Touched, Y/N asked, "Wait, did you leave this note on my desk? It's so sweet."

Trying to downplay it, Rosé responded, "Oh, it's nothing. Just thought it might brighten your day."

Despite these gestures, doubt still lingered in Y/N's mind.

Confiding in Jihyo and Mina, Y/N shared, "I can't shake off the feeling that Rosé actually hates me."

Reassuringly, Jihyo said, "Sometimes, people struggle to express their emotions. Give her a chance, Y/N. You might be surprised.” During spring break, when their friends all left for their hometowns, Y/N and Rosé found themselves alone together for an entire week. It was a chance for their dynamic to evolve. During spring break, when their friends all left for their hometowns, Y/N and Rosé found themselves alone together for an entire week. It was a chance for their dynamic to evolve. Y/N, coughing weakly, said, "I think I caught a cold, Rosé. Ugh, this is terrible." Rosé, concern evident in her voice, replied, "Oh no, that's not good. You should rest and take care of yourself. Is there anything I can do to help?" Y/N, surprised by the genuine concern, smiled weakly, "Thanks, Rosé. That means a lot. Could you bring me some hot tea, please?" Rosé immediately sprang into action, returning moments later with a steaming mug of tea. She handed it to Y/N, saying, "Here, this should help soothe your throat."

Y/N, touched by the gesture, said, "You didn't have to do this, but I appreciate it. You're being really sweet." Rosé shrugged, trying to hide her blush, "Well, it's not like I want you to be miserable. Plus, it's what friends do, right?" The word "friends" lingered in the air, and both Y/N and Rosé felt the weight of its significance. As the days passed, Rosé took on the role of caretaker, making sure Y/N had everything they needed to recover. Y/N, looking up at Rosé with gratitude, said, "I didn't know you cared about me. To be honest, I kind of thought you hated me. "Rosé's eyes widened with surprise and a hint of pain. "What? No, why would you think that? I might not be the best at showing it, but I do care about you. A lot." Y/N, her voice filled with vulnerability, confessed, "It's just... You've always seemed so distant, and I couldn't help but wonder if I did something wrong." Rosé sighed and sat down beside Y/N on the couch, their shoulders almost touching. "I've always had trouble expressing my emotions. It's not that I don't care, it's just... I've been afraid to let people in. But with you, it's different. You're different." Y/N turned to face Rosé, her eyes searching for the truth. "Different how?" A soft smile graced Rosé's lips. "You made me realize that it's okay to let someone in, to care about them. Being with you has changed me, Y/N. And I don't want you to ever doubt how much you mean to me." Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out to hold Rosé's hand. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Rosé. I'm just grateful that we had this time alone together. It made me see a side of you I never expected." Rosé squeezed her hand gently. "Don't apologize. I should have been more open with my feelings from the start. But now, I promise to do better." In that moment, the walls between them crumbled, and their connection deepened. They realized that beneath their initial misunderstandings and guarded facades, a beautiful friendship had blossomed. From that day forward, Y/N and Rosé's apartment was filled with laughter, genuine conversations, and a newfound understanding. They had come a long way from being mere roommates to becoming confidants and best friends. After spring break, when their friends returned, Y/N and Rosé joined the group for a gathering at Jisoo's place. Laughter filled the room as they shared stories from their time apart. Y/N and Jennie seemed to be in deep conversation, their voices hushed and smiles exchanged. Rosé watched them intently, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, trying to decipher the nature of their conversation. Lisa, noticing Rosé's contemplative expression, couldn't resist teasing her. "Hey, Rosé, seems like Y/N and Jennie are having a good time. Are you feeling a little jealous?" Rosé's eyes widened, caught off guard by Lisa's remark. She quickly averted her gaze and scoffed. "What? No way. I'm not jealous. They're just friends, right?" But deep down, Rosé's heart clenched with jealousy, even if she didn't want to admit it. Y/N was important to her, and the thought of someone else getting too close made her feel uneasy. Meanwhile, Y/N and Jennie continued their conversation, unaware of the turmoil it stirred within Rosé. Their voices were laced with laughter and shared secrets, their camaraderie apparent. "You know, Y/N," Jennie said with a sly grin, "I think someone might be a little bit jealous." Y/N furrowed her brows, pretending innocence. "Jealous? What are you talking about, Jennie?" Jennie leaned in closer, lowering her voice playfully. "Rosé. She's been watching us with that intense look on her face. It's obvious she doesn't like sharing your attention." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks. They stole a glance at Rosé, who quickly averted her gaze, but not before Y/N caught a hint of a pout on her lips. Trying to keep the situation lighthearted, Y/N smirked. "Oh, really? Well, I guess I'll have to pay her some extra attention then." Jennie chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. "Go ahead, make her jealous. Let's see how she reacts." With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N moved closer to Rosé, her voice intentionally loud enough for her to hear. "You know, Jennie, it's been really great talking to you. But I have to say, there's someone else who's been occupying my thoughts lately." Jennie's eyes widened, realizing the extent of Y/N's playful act. She played along, nodding knowingly. "Oh, really? And who might that lucky person be?" Y/N glanced at Rosé, who was now listening intently. She smiled, her voice gentle yet intentionally audible. "It's Rosé. There's just something about her that captivates me. Her smile, her talent, her caring nature... I can't help but feel drawn to her." Rosé's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of emotions flickering across her face. Y/N's words hung in the air, causing a brief pause in the conversation. Jennie, sensing the weight of the moment, nudged Y/N lightly. "Well, it seems like you've made quite the confession. Now it's up to Rosé to respond." Y/N turned to Rosé, her voice softening. "Rosé, I hope you know that everything I said was true." Rosé stared at Y/N, her expression a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Her voice trembled slightly as she found the courage to speak. "Y/N, I... I didn't know you felt that way. I've been so afraid to let my guard down, to let you see how much you mean to me. I like you Y/N, in ways I can't fully express." The air around them shifted, the unspoken tension now replaced with a raw honesty that brought them closer together. In that moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings dissolved, replaced by a newfound connection and understanding. Y/N reached out, her hand gently touching Rosé's. "Rosé, I don't want to play games or hide our emotions anymore.”  From then, their apartment became a sanctuary of shared laughter, affectionate gestures, and whispered confessions. Y/N and Rosé's dynamic transformed into something beautiful and undeniable. They spent countless evenings curled up on the couch, engrossed in deep conversations and discovering new sides of each other. Rosé, once aloof and guarded, now opened up, allowing Y/N to witness her vulnerability and genuine warmth. Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the way Rosé's eyes sparkled when she talked about her passions, the way her laughter filled the room, and the gentle touch of her hand as they intertwined their fingers. In return, Y/N shared her dreams, fears, and aspirations with Rosé. She found solace in her presence, knowing that Rosé would always be there to support and uplift her. One evening, as they sat side by side on their balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Y/N leaned her head on Rosé's shoulder. Her voice was soft, filled with gratitude. "Rosé, I'm so grateful for you. You've shown me a kind of love and understanding I never thought possible. You've changed my life in ways I can't even express." Rosé turned to Y/N, her eyes shimmering with affection. "Y/N, being with you has brought a lightness to my heart that I didn't know I was missing. You've taught me how to love and be loved, to embrace vulnerability without fear. I'm thankful every day for the chance to be with you."  Their once-distant hearts had found their forever home in each other's embrace, forever grateful for the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought them together.

[alwaysbelikethis]

Rosé x Fem!Reader

TW: Mention of S^icide. Please if you're sensitive do not read such stuff idk why i started writing with this... if you struggle pls contact with anyone or even me. Such stories of mentioned can trigger the person, beware.

Contains +18 content

(In)vincible

“Rosie”

“Rosie!! Wake up” whisper yelled i.

It was around 2-3 am and the sound woke one of the lovers with panic.

“Rosie!! Wake up! There’s a sound coming from downstairs!!”

“Ah..” “ that must be washing machine, i started it before..” rosie on the other hand having a hard time to wake up, or to care according to y/n.

“For god sake i- did you have to do that in the middle of the night? We have all day…”

Girl complained but only would echo into the room and get back to herself while her girlfriend already fall back to dream… what was the point?

You see, long time couples sometimes cannot stand each other. Sometimes everything is so still where you were expecting to be all fun and happy. Which is kind of true though. They are happy time to time and would scream to each other the other time.

Rosé is organized person, she’s structured and right on time with everything. She has already planned her next week meal. And y/n is more different and complicated than that. She wants to watch a movie right now and she would and you wouldn’t catch what’s her next move. You, me, bed now and bang bang bangity bang? No, Rosie cannot be active after dinner for 1 hour. Y/N has learnt to wait.

She has learnt a lot to fit in rosé’s life. She fit in just right that it’s her world that Y/N lives in it. Who was she before she moved in? Everything seems alright at some point but is it? Y/N went back to sleep wondering all the answers.

Next morning Y/N woke up like she was just born. Rosé already came back from her morning run and left the curtains full open for her girlfriend to have all the sun light of the morning. Vitamin D at it’s full potential, however Y/N is not.

“Did you have breakfast?”

She startled her girlfriend who was changing and didn’t know she woke up.

“Jeez… how long have you been awake?”

“Just enough to admire all the muscle show you put on” there, Y/N is smiling full even her eyes are not quite open.

“I had breakfast before i left, its actually almost my lunch time”

“You can join my brunch, my lady”

“You take hour to get up, i’ll probably catch you on your brunchinner”

“Is that supposed to be brunch and dinner mix?”

“I’m not good with words just.. you got it”

Y/N smiled and gave up having a meal with her girlfriend cuz she feels like she’s an affair between her girlfriend and her schedule. However rosé has no idea what those small things mean to her gf and she get things on her way.

Saturday and sunday had passed and monday morning Y/N left for work early. Rosie has all the time to clean places alone.

Bzzzz bzzzz (its supposed to be phone ringing)

“Yeah?..” “okay i’ll check it on the website itself” rosé grabbed your computer to mail files to Y/N because her irresponsible ass forgot.

Alright… google… search bar… search history.

‘Why my girlfriend is not the same?’

‘What can i do to make my gf happy?’

‘S***ide help support’

What?

Rosé stared at the screen for 5 min at least until Y/N called her again.

“Rosie can you please be quick this is urgent just send me already”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I- okay. I’ll send now”

Rosé has started to contemplate everything after the first shock. She never realised? But Y/N has been with her for years. They maybe don’t wake together and have breakfast together or dinner or make out or… did they being back to friends? What kind of relationship was that? How could she not tell rosé?? How could she- rosé went through all of it until another phone ring from you wake her up.

“Rosie im asking a favour what are you doing? I’m gonna get fired and i’m having all the panic for god sake its just a file! Please!!”

“I’m sending it now” Now rosé sounds so small that Y/N thought it was about her voice tone.

“Okay i got it thank you, look i’m sorry if it was harsh, i got panicked and all and you know my boss with this goddamn presentstion everytime like it’s-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Come home when you get off from work”

“Okay… are you really that hurt? Look i’m sor-“

“No it’s all okay, just, for dinner”

“Oh who are you and what did you do to my gf? Because i….“

Rosé is still shocked how Y/N is trying to be silly, funny, all laugh like she’s on holiday at clouds floating around lightly. Rosé cut it short and hung up the phone. She was actually dripping tears.

She cried good. How long has it been since they drifted apart this much? Was she neglecting her much? Was she in her world too much to see the girl sleeping next to her every night?

Questions took a new turn and it was rosé this time. For how long? ….

rosé realised it’s been 2 and a half hours since she was thinking everything and every detail. She decided to get up and plan a delightful night for Y/N. Her favourite food and quality time. They both could use that.

Then around afternoon, she heard the car engine coming from the front while she was staring at rhe blank. She got up immediately to welcome you at the door. She’s not sure what to do with all the overwhelming information she got today but she had one goal, to make you happy tonight. So she waited for Y/N to open the door and suprise her.

“Jeez!!!!! Rosie! What are you doing? Are you about to go out? You scared me”

“Gosh you scared me too, just wanted to suprise you and give a hug. I missed my gf!”

“Seriously what got into you?? Did you watch titanic again and got into your romantic era? It ain’t like you”

And rosé hugged her gf so tightly. She never realised how precious this small thing is.

“Woah baby, did something happen to you?”

“No… I just wanted to appriciate you. Get change and we’ll have dinner, okay?”

“Okay baby, thank you, this is so sweet of you! I’ll be right back. I love you!”

I love you.

I love you.

What was the last time they use that? What if something happened to her and would she remember the last time they actually appriciate this love? She has to shake herself, she can’t loose it all now. It’s ‘her’ night.

“Woah today you saved my life you know? Idk how did i forget my laptop at home. I’m getting old, babygirl”

Did she? Save her life? Cuz she faced the exact opposite fact today. She actually made rosé really happy but rosé blamed herself for not appriciating it.

They ate all the food and rosé listen Y/N talk about her day. And she listen to her appriciating rosé’s effort on tonight and how happy she makes her. She has to learn to return this love.

“I thought you were going out with that outfit, did you wear this for tonight only?” Rosé knows how to make Y/N crazy with skirt and high heel combination even though it’s silly to wear them around the house, she wanted Y/N to get in the mood

“Only for you, Y/N girl”

“You look, like you could kill 5 people from heart attack from directly looking at you”

Rosé took Y/N’s hand and pull her in closer. Lips on lips and its like the last day on earth. Hands on each other like it’s the first touch.

“Ah, okay sorry, we can stop here since we had just dinner and you plan your sex time according to that for some reason. You’re such a weir-“

“Get on my tigh.”

“Wha- like sit? We can get to the couch, i think survivor is playing tonight”

Gosh, how long they have been apart from each other for her to think anything but sex from rosé.

“Y/N shut up and take your underwear off and sit on my tigh.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting.”

Y/N has no idea what happened to her gf but she’s loving it. Rosé took the charge and take off her underwear. Y/N sits on rosé’s thigh which was between her legs. Rosé pushed her knee up to cause pressure on Y/N’s sweet spot.

“Ah… rosé…”

“Grind.”

“Wha-?”

Rosé is impatient and almost annoyed with her gf questioning everything so she grabbed her bum and make her. “Shit rosé i-“ then rosé didn’t give her chance to talk and put her fingers on her mouth. Finally when Y/N lost her sanity and grind by herself on rosé, other hand of her went to grab Y/N’s throat.

“Make a mess” the suction of her fingers turn into bites and that’s where rosé knows Y/N’s body is full of tension. She then released her body on rosé and she hold her. She hold her tight. “Sorry i kinda make a mess on your legs but i-“

“God sake Y/N because i told you so, you talk too much” she grabbed her like a baby and carried her to the bed. You see, rosé may seem like self-centered but she’s the most selfess with her gf. She just sometimes forget how to hold each other. Y/N, already passed out on bed, makes rosé stare at her long enough. She curled up next to her and cannot control her tears. Emotions are too overwhelming and she has not digested any of it. Where would she go to relieve all of it? Who she talk to? Confront Y/N? The night flies away with thoughts…

After days went by, Y/N woke up to the saturday morning with her girlfriends’ arm all around her. She has no idea why rosé cling into her all week out of nowhere. She’s not complaining but she cannot stop wondering why. Just a week ago, rosé seemed like she would avoid her at all cost. But today, they were truely invincible.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Good morning”

“Morning love”

….

“I love you”

….

“I love you too”

You see, rosé couldn’t confront her mostly because she didn’t think she would able to handle it. Who can? Instead she tried to give her all. Everything. Although it didn’t take much to things get back to their abnormal normality.

“Rosé”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m off to work, take care okay?” She peck a kiss

“Okay love, you too!”

She was about to leave but she came back to rosé and give her a passionate kiss this time but rosé already turn back to take the ringing phone

“I love you”

Rosé nodded with her while greeting the person on the phone

And she left. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t off to work that day.

Y/N won’t be able to off to work any day, ever.

[gay4ddlovato]

Rosé Imagine - you’re homesick when spending the night for the first time (requested) 🧡🐈

{This is my original work from my wattpad gayforddlovato. Please don’t steal or take credit for my work.}

"Are you feeling okay?" Rosie asked as she noticed you were anxiously playing with your fingers as she sat down beside you.

You nodded wordlessly and continued to stare at your lap but when she placed her hand on your shoulder, you couldn't hide that you were feeling far from okay.

This night should be full of happiness for you because it's the very first time you're staying the night with Rosé.

You've been dating for a couple of months now and she asked you a couple of nights ago if you'd spend the night with her tonight just because you haven't been able to spend much time together lately because she's been so busy with different events.

This gave you time to spend together which is something you've both been waiting impatiently to get lately.

"Baby, I can tell something's bothering you. Tell me what's going on." She said as she scooted closer to you and took her hands into yours.

With her brown eyes staring into yours and her hands wrapped in yours, you couldn't hide what you were feeling anymore.

"I'm just feeling a little homesick."

"Homesick?" She asked and when you nodded, she shook her head with a smile. "Oh, baby, you should've said so sooner! You don't have to hide that from me."

"I know but you've been so excited about this night and I didn't want to let you know I felt homesick because I worried it would ruin your happiness."

She sighed before gently squeezing your shoulder.

"I don't ever want you to feel that way. When something is bothering you, I want you to tell me. You're not going to ruin my happiness and that shouldn't even be a worry for you when you're feeling this way." She said as she brushed her fingers against yours. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No. I want to stay the night with you. I love being with you, Rosie, and spending an entire night with you is something I want to do."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured."

"No, Rosie, I'm sure. I just can't shake this feeling of being homesick. I haven't slept anywhere besides my home for a long time. I'm so used to sleeping in my bed and being in my own house. I know that's probably weird but I'm just so comfortable there."

"That doesn't sound weird at all. That's the most familiar place for you and anywhere else takes adjusting. That's okay, my love."

You cracked a small smile over how incredibly understanding she is.

"I'm not going to judge you for anything. That's why I don't want you to feel like you have to stay here with me tonight."

"I know I don't have to. But I want to. I love being with you and I want to spend the write night by your side."

"Okay." She said before kissing your head. "Then I'll do everything I can to make you comfortable. Come here, let me give you cuddles."

You laid down, your heart skipping a beat just thinking about spending the night wrapped in her arms.

She laid down with you before pulling you close, letting you lay your head on her shoulder before she kissed your cheek.

"Don't worry about anything. I've got you." She whispered before she slipped her hand beneath your shirt. "This is okay, right?"

"Yeah. I like it." You said as her warm fingers touched your skin.

She began to rub your stomach, letting her fingertips gently brush along your soft skin.

You basked in her touch; how warm her fingers were, how comforting and soothing her touch was, and how nice it made you feel.

"How's that feel? Are you a little more relaxed? Feeling less anxious?"

"Yeah. I feel so much better. Thank you, baby. You're amazing."

"It's no problem at all, darling," She promised, softly kissing your cheek once more.

"Can we stay like this all night? Just rub my stomach and kiss me and I'll be the happiest girl ever."

"Whatever makes my girl happy, then absolutely." She grinned and stared into your eyes when you opened yours.

"Then we should stay like this forever." You suggested and watched her eyes sparkle.

"That sounds perfect."

You puckered your lips and she leaned in to kiss you softly.

"Maybe next time, I could stay at your place."

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" You wondered.

"None at all." She smirked.

"Tomorrow night it is then." You smiled. "And if you get homesick, I'll caress your stomach too."

"Well, even if I'm not, I might fake it just to get you to caress my stomach." She said and you playfully pushed her shoulder, making you both laugh.

She was happy to see you so at ease now.

She lives for that happy smile on your face.

And she knows you're just as excited to spend tonight and tomorrow night with her as she is with you.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

three people who were going to three different concerts run into each others in an alley

[ourdadai]

୨୧ rosé ( blackpink ) lockscreens.

[spirit-lanterns]

“Don’t you want me like I want you, baby?”

“Don’t you need me like I need you now~”

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Free VCHA TW: Mentions of Suicide, Eating Disorders, Unconsentual Surveilence and Self-Harm

I don't even know where to start...

My heart absolutely breaks for VCHA right now.

Hearing about everything they’ve been through- the self-harm, the gained ED's, the surveillance, the suicide attempts- it’s devastating.

Especially when those girls minors as well.

No one, especially young girls, should ever have to endure this kind of pain just to chase their dreams.

The fact that KG is filing a lawsuit to terminate her contract says so much about the conditions she’s been facing.

This isn’t just about one group or one company- it’s an industry-wide problem.

And let me preface-

before anyone starts directing all their anger at J.Y. Park, it’s crucial to understand that he isn’t the one pulling the strings- especially in the subsidaries.

Yes, he’s the face of JYP Entertainment and a prominent figure in the industry, but he’s not micromanaging every decision or daily operation involving artists like VCHA. Decisions about trainee management, promotional schedules, or group dynamics are typically made by a network of executives, managers, and staff within the company. J.Y. Park might set the tone as a founder, but the way the system functions extends far beyond him.

Instead of focusing on hating or blaming one person, we should direct our energy toward challenging the larger system. This isn’t just a “JYP problem”- it’s an issue ingrained in the ENTIRE entertainment industry, where idols are often seen as products rather than people.

Real change requires dismantling the exploitative practices and structures that allow mistreatment to happen, no matter which company is involved. Let’s shift the conversation to fight the system that perpetuates this harm, rather than focusing on an individual who is only a visible part of it.

These are kids debuting in hyper-competitive, high-pressure environments, with their lives micromanaged for profit. The secrecy VCHA endured pre-debut only adds to the emotional strain. I hope this lawsuit opens more eyes to the toll this industry takes on these artists.

This year alone has been a disaster for the industry. There have been countless reports of idol abuse, mistreatment, and even deaths linked to the extreme pressures idols face. The tragic situation with VCHA is just another example in a long line of issues that need to be addressed. The exploitation of minors and idols in general in the K-pop industry is a problem that can’t be ignored any longer. It’s beyond time for a widespread reckoning, where the industry shifts its focus from maximizing profits to truly caring for the well-being of its artists.

I hope KG’s lawsuit, along with the attention that this case is receiving, opens more eyes to the toll the industry takes on its artists- especially those who are still so young.

These idols deserve more than just our admiration; they deserve our empathy, our support, and a system that treats them as people, not products. My heart goes out to KG and the rest of VCHA, and I pray they find the healing and support they so desperately need.

They are worth so much more than the system that’s failed them.

#FreeVCHA #ProtectOurIdols

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Running into You

Synopsis: You're just an ordinary person, but your life is about to take an extraordinary turn. Your friend Somi, a die-hard Blackpink fan, drags you to their concert. You stumble upon a quiet backstage area and bump into none other than Rosé, the main vocalist.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of your living room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space. You were curled up on the couch with a book, trying to lose yourself in its pages, but your attention kept drifting. The words blurred together, the story losing its grip on you as your thoughts wandered.

Lately, everything seemed to have fallen into a predictable pattern, one that you couldn't quite break free from. Work, home, the occasional hangout with Somi, and then back to the routine. It wasn't that you were unhappy—just... stuck. There was a restlessness growing inside you, a need for something different, something that would shake up the monotony of your life.

"Why do you look like you're about to fall asleep?" Somi's voice cut through your reverie, pulling you back to the present. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, her laptop open with several tabs displaying concert dates, fan forums, and YouTube videos.

You glanced up, startled by her sudden question. "I'm not about to fall asleep," you replied, closing the book with a sigh. "I'm just... not into this book, I guess."

Somi's eyes sparkled with that mischievous look she often had when she was up to something. "Maybe you need to do something more exciting tonight," she suggested, her voice light but full of energy.

You raised an eyebrow, curious but cautious. "Like what?"

"Like coming to a concert with me," she said, her grin widening as she leaned forward, clearly excited about whatever she had planned. "There's this band I've been dying to see live, and I've got an extra ticket. You should totally come with me!"

You frowned slightly, hesitating. "A concert? I don't know, Somi. You know I'm not really into crowds, and I don't even know who this band is."

Somi rolled her eyes, clearly having anticipated your reluctance. "Come on, it's Blackpink! Even if you're not familiar with them, I promise you'll have a good time. Their shows are legendary, and the energy is just insane. Plus, it's been forever since we did something fun together outside of this apartment."

"Blackpink?" you repeated, the name vaguely familiar, though you couldn't place it. You might have seen it online somewhere, but you couldn't recall ever listening to their music. "I don't know..."

Somi wasn't one to give up easily. She moved closer, her tone becoming more persuasive. "Please? It'll be a blast! And who knows, maybe you'll even meet someone interesting." She winked, the playful grin on her face impossible to resist.

You chuckled, leaning back against the couch as you played along. "Oh yeah? You think I'm going to find the love of my life at a concert?"

"Hey, it could happen!" Somi teased, nudging you with her foot. "I mean, you're single, ready to mingle, and you've been in a bit of a rut lately. What better place to shake things up?"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your amusement. "Right, because that's exactly how these things work."

Somi's grin only grew wider. "You never know! Besides, I've got a good feeling about this one. Who knows, maybe you'll even catch one of the members' eyes. There's this one, Rosé—I think you'd really like her."

"Rosé?" you repeated, trying to remember if you'd ever heard that name before. "Is she famous or something?"

Somi nodded eagerly. "Yup! She's the main vocalist, and she's absolutely gorgeous. I've always thought you two would be a perfect match."

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Now you're really dreaming. What would someone like her see in someone like me?"

"Don't sell yourself short," Somi said, her tone becoming more sincere. "You're smart, kind, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to be with you."

You smiled softly at her words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Somi always knew how to lift your spirits. "Thanks, Somi. But still, it's not exactly realistic, is it?"

"Maybe not," Somi admitted with a shrug. "But hey, at least come for the music and the experience. If nothing else, you'll get to see what all the hype is about."

You considered her words carefully. The prospect of something new, something different, was tempting. Maybe a night out was exactly what you needed to break the monotony.

"Alright," you finally said, giving in with a smile. "I'll go with you."

Somi's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise."

— — — —

The days leading up to the concert seemed to fly by, with Somi's enthusiasm never wavering. She tried to introduce you to Blackpink's music, playing their songs while you both worked around the apartment or during your commute together, but the details mostly flew over your head. The melodies were catchy, but with your busy schedule, you never really took the time to learn the names or faces behind the voices.

Each evening, after work or on lazy weekends, Somi would excitedly share a new song or music video, pointing out her favorite moments, but you only half-listened. It wasn't that you weren't interested; it was more that the music felt like background noise to everything else happening in your life. There was always something else to focus on—work deadlines, family obligations, and the usual demands of daily life.

But as the concert date approached, you couldn't help but notice a growing sense of anticipation within yourself. Maybe it was Somi's infectious excitement, or perhaps it was just the idea of doing something out of the ordinary, but you found yourself looking forward to the night more than you had initially expected.

The night of the concert arrived faster than you expected. As you and Somi got ready in your apartment, the excitement in the air was palpable. Somi was practically bouncing off the walls as she applied the finishing touches to her makeup.

"You look amazing," you said as you watched her in the mirror, genuinely impressed by her ability to transform her look for the occasion. Somi had gone all out, wearing a stylish outfit that perfectly captured the concert vibe—bold, chic, and a little edgy.

"Thanks! So do you," she replied, turning to give you a once-over. "See? I knew you'd get into the spirit of things."

You glanced at your reflection, feeling a bit more confident in your outfit. Somi had helped you pick out something that made you feel good—something that was still very much you but with a bit of flair. For the first time in a while, you actually felt excited about going out.

As you slipped into your jacket, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. There was something different about you tonight—a spark that you hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't just the outfit or the makeup; it was the idea of stepping out of your comfort zone, of embracing something new.

"Okay, let's go before I change my mind," you joked, grabbing your jacket as you headed for the door.

Somi laughed, linking her arm with yours as you left the apartment. "No backing out now! We've got a concert to catch, and who knows? Maybe you'll even run into Rosé.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, because that's totally going to happen."

The journey to the concert venue was filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Somi kept the conversation light, chatting about her favorite songs and how incredible the band was live. You listened with a smile, feeling more at ease with each passing minute, even if you couldn't quite keep track of all the band details she was throwing at you.

As you got closer to the venue, you could feel the energy around you intensifying. The streets were crowded with fans dressed in various shades of pink, holding signs and light sticks, all buzzing with anticipation. The atmosphere was infectious, and despite your earlier reservations, you could feel your own excitement starting to build.

"This is crazy," you muttered as you and Somi made your way through the throngs of people.

"Isn't it great?" Somi replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is what it's all about—the atmosphere, the anticipation, the music. It's going to be amazing."

The crowd outside the venue was massive, with fans buzzing with anticipation as they waited to get inside. The energy was contagious, and for the first time, you felt a genuine thrill of excitement.

As you approached the entrance, you could feel your nerves creeping in again. The noise, the crowd, the unfamiliarity of it all—it was a lot to take in. Somi must have sensed your apprehension because she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey, if it gets too much, just let me know, okay?" she said, her tone gentle. "We can take breaks, step outside if you need to. I want you to have a good time, not feel overwhelmed."

You nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thanks, Somi. I appreciate it."

Once inside the venue, the atmosphere was electric. The stage was set up with massive screens and lights, and the anticipation in the air was almost tangible. You and Somi found a spot with a decent view, and as you settled in, you started to feel a bit more comfortable. But as the minutes ticked by, the noise and the crush of the crowd began to get to you.

The venue was buzzing with life, the energy palpable as fans eagerly awaited the start of the show. You glanced around, taking in the sight of people decked out in merchandise—T-shirts, hats, light sticks—all proudly displaying their love for Blackpink. It was a world you didn't fully understand yet, but there was something exhilarating about being a part of it.

Somi was in her element, chatting excitedly with a group of fans nearby who were just as hyped as she was. You tried to focus on the conversation, but the noise and the sheer volume of people were starting to feel overwhelming. The venue, which had felt so thrilling moments before, was now beginning to press in on you, the weight of the crowd a little too much.

You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. "I'm going to step outside for a bit, just to clear my head before the show starts," you told Somi, hoping she wouldn't mind.

She looked at you with concern but quickly nodded, understanding. "Sure thing," she said, giving you a thumbs up. "Just don't take too long! You don't want to miss a second of this."

You smiled, appreciating her concern, and started to make your way through the crowd. It took longer than you anticipated, weaving through the throngs of people all eagerly chatting and finding their spots. But eventually, you reached the exit and stepped outside, into the cool night air.

The contrast was immediate and stark. The noise of the venue was replaced by the quiet hum of the city at night, the air cool against your skin. You took a deep breath, savoring the stillness, the way the world seemed to slow down out here. It was a much-needed reprieve from the overwhelming energy inside.

You walked for a bit, letting the tension in your shoulders ease as you moved further away from the noise and the crowd. The streets around the venue were quieter, less chaotic than you expected. You turned a corner and found yourself in a small, dimly lit alleyway. It wasn't particularly scenic, but it was peaceful, and right now, that was exactly what you needed.

Leaning against the wall, you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the quiet wash over you. The city sounds were distant, muted—cars in the distance, the faint murmur of voices, the occasional breeze rustling the leaves of a nearby tree. It was a soothing backdrop, one that allowed your mind to slow down and process everything.

You hadn't realized how much you needed this, this moment of solitude. The excitement of the evening, while exhilarating, had also been draining. But here, in the stillness of the night, you could finally breathe, let go of the nerves that had been building up.

Your thoughts began to wander, unbidden, back to Somi's words earlier. About Rosé. You couldn't help but smile to yourself. It was a sweet thought—Somi's belief that you and a global superstar could somehow be a perfect match. It was unrealistic, sure, but it was nice to have someone believe in you like that, even if it was just in jest.

The idea of meeting someone like Rosé felt like a distant dream, something far removed from the life you knew. But in the quiet of the alley, with nothing but your thoughts for company, it didn't seem so far-fetched. You let yourself imagine it for a moment—what it would be like to meet someone who could see you, really see you, beyond the surface. Someone who could connect with you in a way that felt real and meaningful.

You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself. "Get a grip," you muttered under your breath, pushing off the wall. This was silly, getting lost in such thoughts. It was just a concert, just a night out. Nothing more, nothing less.

But as you began to make your way back toward the venue, something caught your eye. The door to a side entrance was slightly ajar, light spilling out into the alleyway. Curious, you hesitated, wondering if you should take a peek inside. It was probably just a maintenance entrance or something equally mundane, but the idea of stepping into a quieter part of the venue was appealing.

With a quick glance around, you gently pushed the door open and slipped inside. The hallway was dimly lit, the sound of the concert preparations muffled in the distance. It was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, a pocket of calm in the midst of the storm.

You wandered down the hallway, the cool air inside a welcome change from the warmth of the crowd. There was something almost surreal about the quiet here, like you'd stepped into a different world entirely. It was a world where the noise and chaos of the concert didn't exist, where you could just be, without any expectations or pressures.

As you rounded a corner, lost in thought, you collided with someone. The impact was gentle but unexpected, and you both stumbled slightly, caught off guard.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, your hands coming up instinctively to steady the other person. "I wasn't paying attention, and—"

"It's okay," a soft voice interrupted, gentle and reassuring. "Really, no harm done."

You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. The woman standing in front of you was stunning. She had long, blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth that immediately put you at ease. There was something ethereal about her, something that made the world around her seem to blur at the edges.

"Are you sure?" you asked, still flustered as you took a step back to give her some space. "I wasn't paying attention, and I—"

"I'm sure," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I've been in your shoes before—lost in thought and bumping into random people. It happens."

You let out a small, relieved laugh. "Well, I'm still sorry. I don't usually run into people like that."

"It's no big deal," she replied, her tone soft and kind. "Like I said, it happens. You're not hurt, right?"

You shook your head, still a little stunned. "No, I'm fine. Just... a little embarrassed."

"Don't be," she said, her smile widening a fraction. "It's actually kind of nice, having a normal interaction for once."

You blinked, caught off guard by her words. "Nice?"

"Yeah," she said, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "It's not often I get to just... be, you know? Without all the noise and expectations."

You nodded slowly, trying to process what she was saying. There was something about her, something in the way she spoke, that made you feel like you were in on a secret, like she was sharing something with you that she didn't often share with others.

"So, are you here for the concert?" you asked, hoping to steer the conversation into safer territory.

She nodded, her smile returning. "Yeah, I'm here for the concert."

"Me too," you said, relaxing a little now that the conversation had found its footing. "Well, sort of. My friend dragged me along. She's a huge fan of this band, but I don't really know much about them."

She chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting. "That's actually kind of nice. You get to experience it all for the first time, without any preconceived notions.”

"Yeah, I guess so," you agreed, though you still felt a little out of place. "It's just a little intimidating, you know? Everyone else seems to know so much about them, and I'm just here trying to figure it all out."

"That's the beauty of it," she said, her tone light but sincere. "You get to see everything with fresh eyes. It's a rare thing, and it makes the experience all the more special."

You found yourself smiling at her words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. There was something about her that made you want to keep talking, to keep this conversation going, but you weren't sure what to say next. The silence between you was comfortable, though, filled with a sense of understanding that didn't require words.

"So, what do you think so far?" she asked after a moment, her eyes curious.

"About what?" you replied, a little caught off guard.

"About the whole experience," she clarified, her smile softening. "The concert, the music... everything."

You took a moment to think about it, trying to put your feelings into words. "It's... overwhelming," you admitted. "But in a good way, I think. I didn't expect to feel so much... energy."

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It can be a lot to take in, especially if you're not used to it. But that's what makes it so powerful, I think. It's this shared experience, this connection between everyone in the room, all feeling the same thing."

You looked at her, really looked at her, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. There was something in her eyes, something deep and genuine, that made your heart skip a beat. You wanted to ask her more, to keep this connection going, but the words didn't come.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice gentle. "I should probably get back. The show's going to start soon."

You nodded, though you felt a strange reluctance to let this moment end. "Yeah, I should too."

She smiled at you, a smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, and for a moment, you thought about asking her to stay, to talk a little longer. But before you could find the courage, she turned to leave.

"Maybe I'll see you around?" you found yourself saying, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

She paused, turning back to look at you, her eyes soft. "Maybe," she said, her voice holding a promise that made your heart flutter.

And then she was gone, disappearing down the hallway and leaving you standing there, wondering what had just happened. You felt like you'd just experienced something rare, something precious, but you weren't sure what to do with it.

You stood there for a moment longer, trying to collect your thoughts before heading back to the concert. As you made your way through the crowd to find Somi, your mind kept replaying the encounter, the way her eyes had seemed to see right through you, the way her smile had made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

When you finally found Somi, she was practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes wide as she talked to a group of fans. "There you are! You almost missed it!"

You forced a smile, trying to push the encounter out of your mind, at least for now. "Sorry, I got a little lost."

Somi waved it off, too excited to care. "No worries! Come on, the show's about to start!"

You followed her into the crowd, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the woman in the hallway. There was something about her that you couldn't shake, something that made you feel like you'd just missed out on something important.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into cheers, you tried to focus on the stage, on the music, on the experience that Somi had been so eager to share with you. But your mind kept drifting back to the woman in the hallway, to the way she had looked at you, like she had seen something in you that even you hadn't noticed.

And then the music started, and the stage lights came up, and you found yourself staring at the group on stage. The woman from the hallway was standing in the center, microphone in hand, her voice soaring over the crowd. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized who she was.

She was Rosé.

And she had been singing just for you.

— — — — —

You stood frozen, your eyes glued to the stage as Rosé sang. The realization of who she was—and who you had just been speaking to—sent a shockwave through you. Her voice was even more powerful in person, filling the entire venue with a warmth and intensity that made your heart race.

Next to you, Somi was cheering loudly, completely caught up in the performance. But you were still processing everything, your mind racing as you watched Rosé move effortlessly across the stage. She was captivating, her presence commanding every bit of attention from the audience, yet all you could think about was the conversation you'd had just minutes ago.

You hadn't recognized her. How could you have not recognized her?

The thought was both embarrassing and oddly exhilarating. You'd spoken to Rosé, not as a fan, not as someone who knew everything about her, but as yourself. And she had spoken to you, not as a celebrity, but as a person. The memory of her eyes meeting yours, the warmth in her voice—it all felt so surreal now.

As the performance continued, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her. Every note she sang, every movement she made, seemed to resonate with you on a deeper level. It was like she was speaking directly to you through the music, and for a moment, the crowded venue and the thousands of fans faded away, leaving just the two of you.

But then the song ended, and the crowd erupted into applause, snapping you out of your reverie. You glanced at Somi, who was practically glowing with excitement, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil you were experiencing.

"This is amazing!" Somi shouted over the noise, grabbing your arm. "Aren't they incredible?"

"Yeah," you replied, your voice a little shaky. "They really are."

Somi didn't seem to notice your unease, too caught up in the next song as it started. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. Rosé was right there, on that stage, singing her heart out—and yet, all you could think about was the brief, fleeting connection you'd shared with her backstage.

As the concert went on, you tried to focus on the music, on the energy of the crowd, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her. You kept replaying your conversation in your head, analyzing every word, every look, trying to make sense of what had happened.

Had she recognized you? Did she know that you didn't realize who she was? Was that why she had seemed so intrigued by you?

The questions swirled in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. Even as the concert reached its peak, with the crowd singing along and the lights flashing in time with the music, you felt a strange sense of detachment, like you were watching everything from a distance.

It wasn't until the final song that you finally managed to pull yourself back into the moment. The music slowed, and the stage lights dimmed, casting the group in a soft, golden glow. Rosé stepped forward, her voice filling the venue with a hauntingly beautiful melody that sent chills down your spine.

You watched her, completely mesmerized. There was something raw and vulnerable in the way she sang, something that seemed to echo the conversation you'd had earlier. It was like she was laying herself bare for the world to see, and yet, somehow, it felt like she was singing just for you.

As the song came to an end, Rosé's eyes swept over the crowd, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, they met yours. You held your breath, wondering if she recognized you, if she remembered the conversation you'd had. But then her gaze moved on, and the moment was over, leaving you with a strange mix of emotions that you couldn't quite untangle.

The concert ended with a final burst of energy, the crowd erupting into applause as the group took their bows. You clapped along with everyone else, but your mind was still elsewhere, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that Rosé had stirred up.

As the lights came up and the crowd began to disperse, Somi turned to you, her face flushed with excitement. "That was incredible! I'm so glad you came with me!"

"Yeah, it was amazing," you agreed, though your voice lacked the enthusiasm that Somi's held.

She didn't seem to notice, still buzzing with the afterglow of the concert. "We should totally do this again sometime! I can't believe how good they were live!"

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Definitely."

But as you made your way out of the venue, your thoughts kept drifting back to Rosé. The concert was over, but the memory of your encounter with her lingered, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business, like there was something more to be said, something more to be done.

You couldn't shake the feeling that you'd missed an opportunity, that there was something important that had been left unsaid. And as you and Somi walked through the crowd, your mind raced with possibilities, wondering if you'd ever get the chance to speak to her again.

— — — — —

The ride home was a blur of neon lights and distant chatter. Somi was still gushing about the concert, replaying her favorite moments and showing you clips she'd captured on her phone. You tried to engage, to share in her excitement, but your mind was elsewhere, still stuck in that dimly lit hallway where you'd spoken to Rosé.

By the time you arrived back at your apartment, Somi had finally started to wind down. She flopped onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, scrolling through her phone for more Blackpink content.

"That was seriously one of the best nights ever," she said, glancing up at you with a grin. "Thanks for coming with me."

"I'm glad I did," you replied, and you meant it. Despite the overwhelming emotions, there was something about the night that felt... significant.

Somi yawned, clearly exhausted from all the excitement. "I think I'm going to crash," she said, standing up and stretching. "But we should totally talk about this tomorrow. I want to hear all your thoughts about the concert."

You nodded, watching as she headed to her room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The apartment was quiet now, the only sound the faint hum of traffic outside. You sank onto the couch, finally allowing yourself to process everything that had happened.

Your mind kept drifting back to Rosé, to the way she had looked at you, the way her voice had sounded in that quiet hallway. There was something about the encounter that you couldn't shake, something that felt unfinished.

Without really thinking, you pulled out your phone and opened up a search engine, typing in "Rosé Blackpink" out of curiosity. As the search results popped up, you were greeted with countless images of her—performing on stage, attending events, posing for photoshoots. She looked just as stunning in the photos as she had in person, but there was something different about the woman you'd met.

In the photos, she was polished, poised, the image of a global superstar. But the Rosé you had spoken to in the hallway had been different—more relaxed,

more real. There had been a vulnerability in her eyes, a warmth in her smile, that you hadn't expected.

You found yourself scrolling through the images, searching for that same warmth, that same realness, but it wasn't there. In the photos, she was Rosé, the idol, the star, but in the hallway, she had just been... herself.

As you continued to scroll, you came across a video of the concert you had just attended. Curious, you clicked on it, watching as the camera panned over the crowd before zooming in on the stage. The energy of the concert was palpable, even through the screen, but your focus was solely on Rosé.

The video captured the final song, the one where Rosé had looked out into the crowd, her voice filled with emotion. You watched as she sang, her eyes sweeping over the audience, and for a moment, you could almost convince yourself that she was looking at you.

But as the video continued, you noticed something that made your heart skip a beat. Just before the song ended, Rosé glanced off to the side of the stage, her expression shifting subtly. It was a brief moment, barely noticeable, but it felt significant.

You replayed the video, watching that moment over and over, trying to decipher the meaning behind it. Was she looking for someone? Was she thinking about your conversation? Or was it just a trick of the camera, a coincidence that meant nothing?

The questions swirled in your mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. You tried to push them away, telling yourself that it was just a chance encounter, that it didn't mean anything, but the doubts lingered.

Finally, you set your phone down, running a hand through your hair with a frustrated sigh. You needed to stop overthinking this. It had been a moment, a brief, fleeting moment, and nothing more.

But as you lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't help but wonder. What if it had been more? What if there was something deeper, something that you hadn't fully grasped?

The questions haunted you as you drifted off to sleep, leaving you with a strange sense of anticipation, like you were standing on the edge of something important, something life-changing, but you didn't know what it was.

— — — —

The next morning, you woke up feeling restless, the events of the previous night still fresh in your mind. Somi was already up, humming to herself as she made breakfast, but you couldn't bring yourself to join her. Instead, you grabbed your phone and headed out to the small balcony attached to your apartment, hoping the fresh air would help clear your head.

As you stood outside, your thoughts drifted back to the concert, to Rosé, and to the way she had looked at you. There was something about that moment, about the way she had spoken to you, that you couldn't shake. It felt like there was more to it, something left unsaid, something unfinished.

You stared out at the city, trying to piece together the puzzle of the night before. Why had Rosé taken the time to talk to you? Why had she seemed so different from the image you had of her—a global superstar with thousands of fans at her feet? The encounter felt significant, but you couldn't put your finger on why.

Somi's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Hey, you okay out there?" she called from the kitchen.

"Yeah," you replied, though your voice lacked conviction. "Just thinking."

Somi appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she looked at you with concern. "You've been quiet since last night. Did something happen?"

You hesitated, not sure how to explain what you were feeling. "It's nothing, really. Just... processing, I guess."

She gave you a knowing smile. "The concert was pretty intense, huh? I saw the way you were watching the stage. It's like you were in a trance."

You nodded, your thoughts drifting back to Rosé's performance, the way her voice had wrapped around you, pulling you into a world where only the two of you existed. "Yeah... something like that."

Somi grinned, pushing off the doorframe. "I knew you'd come around! I'll make a Blinks fan out of you yet."

You forced a laugh, trying to match her enthusiasm, but the unease lingered. There was something more to last night, something you couldn't quite grasp. And it was gnawing at you, refusing to let go.

After breakfast, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. You needed to get out, to think, to figure out what was bothering you so much. Somi offered to come with you, but you declined, telling her you needed some time alone.

The streets were quieter than usual, the weekend morning lulling the city into a slow start. You wandered aimlessly, your feet carrying you without direction, your mind replaying every detail of the night before. The way Rosé had looked at you, the way she had smiled—there was something there, something that made you feel seen in a way you hadn't expected.

As you turned a corner, your thoughts still tangled, you nearly bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction. You looked up, an apology ready on your lips, but the words died in your throat when you saw who it was.

It was Rosé.

She was standing right in front of you, dressed casually in jeans and a simple jacket, a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. For a moment, neither of you moved, both caught off guard by the sudden encounter.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

"Hi," you echoed, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn't believe it—what were the chances?

Rosé looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, then back at you, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Me neither," you replied, your mind racing to catch up with the situation. "Are you... are you following me?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, then she laughed, a sound so genuine and warm that it made your heart flutter. "No, not at all. I'm just... I don't know. I guess it's fate or something."

"Fate?" you repeated, the word hanging between you like a question that neither of you could answer.

She nodded, her smile fading into something more serious. "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I just... I don't know, wanted to see you again."

Your breath caught in your throat. There was something in her eyes, something that made you feel like this moment was teetering on the edge of something bigger, something you couldn't quite grasp.

Before you could respond, she glanced around again, her expression shifting. "Listen, I know this might sound strange, but... would you mind walking with me for a bit? I'd like to talk, if that's okay."

You hesitated, still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Rosé was standing in front of you, asking to spend more time together. "Sure," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a genuine smile that seemed to reach her eyes, and motioned for you to follow her. The two of you started walking, side by side, the city moving around you as if in a different world. Neither of you spoke at first, the silence between you comfortable, but charged with anticipation.

As you walked, Rosé glanced over at you, her expression contemplative. "You know, I don't get to do this often," she said quietly.

"Do what?" you asked, curious.

"Just... be myself," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Away from the cameras, the expectations. It's nice to have a conversation without all the noise."

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection to her words. "I can imagine. It must be exhausting, always being in the spotlight."

"It is," she admitted, her eyes distant for a moment. "But last night... talking to you, it felt different. Like I could just be me."

There was a softness in her tone, something that made your heart ache with a strange mix of emotions. You wanted to say something, to tell her that you felt the same, but the words were stuck in your throat.

The two of you continued walking until you found yourselves in front of a small, cozy café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was the kind of place that looked like it was straight out of a postcard, with ivy creeping up the walls and a charming little sign that swung gently in the breeze.

Rosé hesitated at the entrance, then turned to you with a smile. "Do you want to grab a coffee? My treat.”

"Sure," you replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The café was warm and inviting, with the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Rosé led you to a table in the corner, away from the few other patrons, and the two of you sat down, the atmosphere between you comfortable, but still tinged with something unspoken.

As you both sipped your drinks, the conversation began to flow more easily. Rosé was surprisingly down-to-earth, sharing stories about her life, her travels, and the little things that made her happy. You found yourself opening up as well, sharing stories from your own life, laughing at shared experiences, and finding common ground in unexpected places.

The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment, and for a while, it felt like the outside world didn't exist—just the two of you, talking and laughing over coffee.

But then, just as you were beginning to relax completely, Rosé's phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, her expression shifting slightly, but then she smiled at you and put the phone face down on the table, clearly not wanting to interrupt your time together.

"You're popular," you teased lightly, trying to keep the mood light.

Rosé chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "It's probably just work stuff. I try not to let it interfere when I'm enjoying myself."

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," you said, feeling a warmth spread through you.

She looked at you, her gaze softening. "I really am. This is... nice. Just being able to sit and talk like this."

There was a moment of comfortable silence between you, and then Rosé's phone buzzed again. This time, she let out a small sigh and reached for it.

"Sorry, let me just check this quickly," she said, her tone apologetic.

"Of course," you replied, trying to ignore the slight pang of disappointment.

Rosé glanced at the screen, her eyes widening slightly as she read the message. A small smile tugged at her lips, and then she looked up at you, her expression somewhere between amused and mischievous.

"Everything okay?" you asked, curious about what had caused her reaction.

She nodded, biting her lip as if holding back a laugh. "Yeah, it's just... do you trust me?"

The question caught you off guard, but there was something in her tone, in the playful glint in her eyes, that made you smile. "I think so... why?"

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Because I just had a crazy idea, and I think it could be a lot of fun."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. "What kind of crazy idea?"

Rosé grinned, her excitement almost contagious. "How do you feel about a little adventure? Something spontaneous?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, the idea of doing something completely

out of the ordinary both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "What did you have in mind?"

She looked around the café, as if making sure no one was listening, then leaned in closer. "Well, I just got a text from one of the girls in my group. They're doing something kind of wild today, and they dared me to bring someone along. Someone... unexpected."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... you want me to come with you?"

"Yeah," she said, her smile widening. "If you're up for it. It's nothing dangerous, I promise. Just a little spontaneous fun."

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with possibilities. This was definitely not what you had expected when you woke up this morning, but the idea of spending more time with Rosé, of being part of whatever adventure she had in mind, was too tempting to resist.

"Okay," you said, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'm in."

Rosé's eyes lit up with excitement. "Great! Let's go before we change our minds."

As the two of you quickly finished your drinks and prepared to leave the café, your heart raced with anticipation. Whatever was about to happen, it was sure to be something you would never forget.

[pe-arls]

© rosé blackpink. minimalist lockscreens

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Smile, you’re on camera (Rosé x Reader) Smut

5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

My baby girl rosé, my ult bias, the loml, ms.pretty face herself

Rosé had just finished music video shoot, a particularly long and stressful one, her body ached from the dancing. The only thing she wanted right now was her bed and most importantly, you, she hadn’t seen you all day as she had to leave before you woke up. She practically ran after exiting the car her manager was driving her home in, quickly unlocking the door and entering to find you. It didn’t take long as you were already waiting for her in front of the door, as you had also eagerly made your way to the door when you heard the car door shut. Her arms wrap around your waist in a tight hug, which you reciprocate, the girl groaning softly at your arms squeezing her tired muscles, the feeling hurt but felt good in a way.

“I missed you.” She whispered into your chest where her head was buried, “work was so exhausting today, everything hurts.” She pouts, you can feel her lip jutting out even as she’s hiding her face in your shirt, it was a cute habit and her lips were pouty most times with you. You wondered if she did it on purpose so you gave in to her little requests and date ideas with ease, you didn’t mind either way, though you’d give her whatever she wanted even without the pout.

“I’m sorry Rosie.” You say before kissing her forehead that’s now visible as she looks up to you, tiredness is painting her features but you don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to your lips or the way her breathing quickens when your hands slide under her shirt a bit, ”let me take care of you baby.” She nods as you take her hand in yours to lead her to your shared bedroom, “Lay down.” You tell her when you get to the door, she happily obliges. When she’s on the bed you settle above her, taking the time to look at her and kiss her first on her forehead then her nose and jaw, and then finally for the first time in the day her lips. The kiss was soft at first, your girlfriend melting into it as you put as much love as you can into the kiss. But it turns heated quickly as need takes over both of you, your tongues clash and there’s saliva mixing between your lips eventually you take her bottom lip between your teeth pulling slightly causing a groan to come from her. Your hands took their place underneath her shirt again, slipping under her bra from time to time. After a few minutes when you couldn���t breathe you finally separate from her, her face is flushed mouth open as she breathes heavily, eyes lidded and pupils blown. And god did she look gorgeous. You decide it’s time for her clothes to be gone so you gesture for her to sit up as you pull her shirt over her head and then her jeans off her legs, both going to the floor.

Her bra and underwear is a matching pastel pink set, obviously, and her cheeks were painted the same color as you looked down at her, lips between your teeth.

You hook a finger in her panties, right where her clit is brushing it with your knuckle as you pull the fabric back, the singer letting out a whimper at the little contact. Instead of pulling back her underwear to touch her like rosé thought you were, you let it go when you feel resistance so it slaps against her, not painfully but enough to make her gasp in surprise.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” You whisper in her ear as you reach on your nightstand for your phone, ”wanna show you off.” You open the camera app and sit up so you’re resting on your ankles between her legs, the girl below you looks confused until she realizes you’re filming her. The camera focuses on her thighs first where your hand not holding the phone is rubbing and squeezing, causing sighs from the blonde. Then to panties, that are practically see through with how turned on she is, you slide a finger over her center pulling a whimper from her. Now, her stomach that has little marks from you littered all over it, your fingers ghosting over the little dip where there’s a shadow of her abs and then her ribs. And then, her chest, where you’re pulling the straps off her shoulders and the bra down her stomach so the camera gets a full view, her chest is heaving as you pinch her nipples between your fingers, she’s letting out breathy moans that are melodic, your hand slides up to her neck squeezing a bit making her close her eyes. And then finally, you’re personally favorite, her face which is now covered by her arms as the camera moves up. Her face is pink, but a smile rests on her lips.

“Come on baby, show them how pretty you are.”

Her legs are hooked around your waist, trapping you in your place between her legs. You notice she’s slightly grinding up against you as you speak, still covering her face but whimpering quietly. So you take her wrists in your hand and put them above the headboard gently, her rose colored face coming into view of your phones camera.

“There you are. My pretty girl.” Your hand lets go of her wrists but she doesn’t move them now ignoring your phone and looking up at you with her glossy eyes, basically pleading for you to touch her where she wanted you to. Your hand is now resting on her cheek, caressing her face then your thumb is running over her lips and pulling them apart, she sticks her tongue out as an invitation so you place the place of your thumb on her tongue. Closing her mouth she sucks a bit, her eyes staring up at you innocently. When you remove your thumb, you make sure to spread the saliva on her lips and chin.

“Want me to fuck you baby?” You keep the camera on her face to capture the desperate way she nods her head.

Moving the camera back to her soaked underwear, you remove them this time. Using your free hand to spread her folds for the camera to see, and she was almost dripping.

“You’re so wet, I bet you’ve wanted this all day.”

She nods eagerly which you smile at. You move a finger to her clit, starting to rub small circles as you talk, the camera focused on her pussy the whole time.

“My poor baby is working so hard, so stressed. My pretty girl needs a release, doesn’t she?” Your voice isn’t mocking, it’s sweet and rosé knows that which is why she responds by a simple Please, she was almost begging you to give her the release she so desperately needed, she didn’t have to beg because let’s be real you’d never look at her face and make her ask more than once for something which your girlfriend is acutely aware of.

As if she flipped a switch, two of your fingers are inside of her and sliding in and out at a rapid pace. The moans she’s letting out are soft, like her singing, and she could feel the tension dissipating out of her body as you fingered her, by now she and forgotten you were even recording her but once she remembers she’s reaching for your phone to take over recording, “use your tongue baby.” Is what she tells you as she records you between her legs, a smirk on her lips that is quickly erased by high pitched moans when you connect your mouth with her.

“Fuck.” She whimpers out, the phone almost falling from her hands before she tightens her grip, “please don’t stop baby.” Her words only make you speed up more, your only goal to please her and relieve her stress.

“Oh my god” the sentence ends in a squeak as your fingers are hitting just the right spot in tandem with your tongue incessantly licking her.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” You mumble into her pussy as you eat her out.

Loud, melodic moans fill your room as rosé reaches her peak, one hand leaving your phone going to your hair while the other has a death grip on your phone pointed at your head between her thighs. Your tongue and fingers keep working as she rides out her orgasm, until she’s whining and pushing your head away a sign that she’s had enough for now.

You crawl up her,now mostly limp,body as she throws your phone to the other side of the bed, A hand goes to your hair when you are eye level with her, pulling you in for a kiss where she can still taste herself on you.

“I love you.” She mumbles against your lips.

“I love you too.”

Her head falls to your shoulder as you lay next to her, her eyes fluttering shut immediately, worn out from her work day and you.

[bitchiswild]

Partition

G!P Rosé x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: pregnancy kink, tummy bulge, creampie, face fucking, etc.

A/n: Driver roll up the partition Please😏 Rosé ver. REQUESTED

As you and Rosé exited the YSL show, the flashes of cameras and shouts of paparazzi surrounded us, making our escape into the waiting limo feel like a whirlwind.

"Whew," Rosé exclaimed, breathless as she settled beside me. "The paparazzi are relentless today. You okay, babe?" Her concerned gaze met yours, and she instinctively pulled you closer, wrapping her arm around you protectively.

You leaned into her warmth, reassured by her presence. "Yeah, I'm fine," You assured her, feeling her hand soothingly rub your arm as she relayed our next destination to the driver.

"To the after party, please," she instructed the driver without hesitation.

Upon learning that traffic would delay our arrival by 45 minutes, Rosé took it in stride, unfazed by the delay.

As we settled into the plush seats, your mind wandered back to the moments before the fashion show, when the air was charged with anticipation and desire.

"God, you're so hot, baby," Rosé murmured, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, pinning you between her and the bathroom sink.

You let out a contented sigh, granting her access to your neck. "Mmm, Chae," you moaned softly, your body responding to her touch, "not here, baby."

Rosé's hands explored your curves eagerly, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Why not? No one's looking for us," she husked, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss, growing more intense by the second.

Feeling breathless and exhilarated, you gently pushed her away, promising, "Later," even as you felt her pout against your lips. We both knew the constraints of our current setting – technically, we were both 'working.'

The thought of it caused you to shift uncomfortably in the plush seat, the tight confines of the limo amplifying your discomfort. Sensing your unease, Chaeyoung's perceptive eyes locked onto you, her concern evident in the soft whisper that brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, baby?" Her voice was laced with genuine concern, and her touch felt like a soothing balm against my nerves.

You nodded, but the heat building up between your legs made it hard to focus. Instinctively, you started rubbing your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the growing warmth pulsating through your body.

"Yeah," You managed to stutter out, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes involuntarily drifted to the faint outline of Chaeyoung's bulge visible through her pants, the sight only adding to the turmoil of sensations swirling inside you.

Chaeyoung's gaze followed yours, and in that moment, understanding flashed in her eyes. Without a word, her hands moved lower, trailing down to rub your ass in a reassuring gesture.

Realizing the need for privacy, Chaeyoung swiftly took charge, her voice firm as she addressed the driver, "Driver, roll up the partition and turn up the music, please." The driver met her gaze through the rearview mirror, acknowledging her request before discreetly raising the partition, effectively shielding us from prying eyes and granting us the privacy we craved. As the music filled the air, drowning out the outside world, a sense of intimacy enveloped us, heightening the anticipation of what was to

She gripped my face with a gentle urgency, pulling me closer until I could feel her warm breath teasing my lips. "Were you thinking about earlier, baby?" she asked softly, her thumb tracing the outline of my lips as her eyes bore into mine.

Caught in her intense gaze, I could only nod in response, feeling a rush of desire coursing through me at her touch and the memories of our earlier encounter flooding back.

"You're so dirty, baby," Chaeyoung husked, her voice low and seductive, sending a shiver down my spine. "Getting horny while we have an after-party to go to?"

Her words ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, aching for her touch. With a playful smirk, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against hers teasingly. "Maybe I just can't resist you," I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation and desire, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Chaeyoung responded eagerly, her lips moving against mine with a fervor that mirrored my own. The world outside the limo faded away as we indulged in the electric chemistry between us, our bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace.

Her hands roamed over my body, igniting trails of fire wherever they touched. I gasped softly as her fingers traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. With each touch, the hunger between us grew.

Chaeyoung's breath hitched as she pushed you down onto your knees in front of her, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. With eager hands, she fumbled with the button of her pants, her excitement evident in the way she trembled. Finally, she managed to undo them, and with a quick tug, she yanked them down, revealing her throbbing cock straining against her underwear.

A string of precum connected her tip to the fabric as she freed herself, the slick fluid dribbling down her length. She didn't waste any time, grabbing your hair roughly and guiding your mouth to her needy member.

"Suck it, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with lust as she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, but Chaeyoung only groaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of your mouth enveloping her.

Her movements became increasingly erratic as she chased her own pleasure, thrusting into your mouth with abandon. Precum dribbled down your chin as she lost herself in the sensation, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. It was messy, sloppy, and utterly intoxicating.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Chaeyoung relentless thrusting caused your mascara to streak down your cheeks, mixing with the precum and saliva already coating your face. Sensing your distress, Chaeyoung eased up slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

With a firm grip, she wiped away the smudged lipstick, a brief respite before plunging back into the intense rhythm. "You look so fucking hot with your makeup running," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You're such a good little cocksucker for me."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she pushed you back onto her throbbing cock, the wet sounds of your mouth eagerly accepting her filling the room. "That's it, take it all," she urged, her voice dripping with need. "You love sucking my cock, don't you? You're my filthy little slut, and I'm gonna use your mouth until I'm satisfied."

Your muffled moans and the sound of her hips meeting your face filled the air as Chaeyoung lost herself in the pleasure of fucking your face.

she gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head back and forth along her throbbing length. With each forceful thrust, she buried herself deeper into your mouth, reveling in the sensation of your warm, wet lips wrapping around her.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she groaned, her voice strained with ecstasy. "You like that, huh? You like making me feel this good?"

You could only whimper in response, the overwhelming pleasure and intensity of the moment rendering you speechless as she continued to fuck your face with abandon.

Her breathing grew ragged as she neared the edge, her movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. "That's it, take it all," she panted, her grip on your hair tightening even further. "You're such a fucking good cocksucker, you know that? I'm gonna cum so hard down your throat."

With one final, desperate thrust, Chaeyoung reached her climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into your mouth with a guttural moan of pleasure. Hot spurts of cum coated your tongue, the taste overwhelming and intoxicating as she rode out her orgasm with abandon.

As she finally began to come down from the peak of her pleasure, Chaeyoung collapsed against you, her breathing heavy and labored. "Fuck," she breathed, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.  "Fuck, baby, you made me feel amazing," Chaeyoung huskily whispered in your ear, her voice dripping with desire. With a tender kiss, she pulled you closer to her, the warmth of her lips igniting a fire within you. Then, with a sudden movement, she pushed you over the seat so that your ass was presented to her.

Her hands eagerly hiked up the bottom of your dress, revealing your soaked underwear which she wasted no time in yanking down and stuffing into her pocket. The cool air against your exposed skin sent shivers down your spine as anticipation built within you.

Without warning, Chaeyoung delivered a series of hard slaps to your ass, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body and leaving red marks in their wake. You couldn't help but jerk in response to the delicious sting, your senses heightened with desire.

With a firm grip, Chaeyoung then began to rub her hardened length between your ass cheeks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Her tip teased your entrance, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach, driving you wild with anticipation.

"Ready for me, baby?" she growled, her voice laced with lust as she teased you mercilessly. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, you won't be able to think straight."

The leather seats creaked beneath you, adding to the primal atmosphere. Chaeyoung wasted no time, her hands gripping your hips with a fierce intensity. "Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this," she growled, her voice rough with desire as she admired the sight before her. "You're mine to fuck however I want, understand?"

You could only nod in response, the anticipation building within you as you waited for her next move. With a sudden thrust, Chaeyoung entered you with force, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips as she filled you completely.

Her movements were rough and primal, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy as the limo rocked with the intensity of your passion. "You love taking my cock, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance. "You're such a fucking slut for me, begging for more."

With each thrust, she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, her dirty talk fueling the fire burning between you. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin echoed in the confined space, a symphony of pleasure as Chaeyoung claimed you as her own.

Your moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure mixing with the sound of Chaeyoung's own primal groans. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy.

Chaeyoung's grip on your hips tightened as she increased the pace, her movements becoming even rougher as she claimed you completely. "That's it, baby, take it all," she growled, her voice filled with raw desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, igniting a fire within as you surrendered completely to the pleasure of being dominated by her. With each powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the intensity building with each passing moment.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Chaeyoung moaned, her own pleasure mingling with yours as she relentlessly pounded into you. The sound of her voice, thick with lust, only fueled your desire further, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

Chaeyoung flipped you onto your back, her movements swift and assertive. As you lay there, breathless and trembling with anticipation, she wasted no time straddling you, her eyes blazing with desire.

With a wicked grin, Chaeyoung positioned herself above you, her cock throbbing with need as she guided it towards your entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back in pleasure.

As she began to move, her hips rolling in a relentless rhythm, you felt a delicious pressure building in your abdomen, a tummy bulge forming where her cock pressed against you from the inside. The sensation only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chaeyoung groaned, her voice thick with desire as she rode you with increasing fervor. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this."

Her words sent shivers of pleasure down your spine as you surrendered completely to the sensation of being filled by her, your moans mingling with hers in a symphony of ecstasy. As Chaeyoung continued to thrust into you with primal intensity, her desire reached a fever pitch. With a guttural moan of pleasure, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Fuck, I want to put a baby in you," she growled, her voice thick with lust and longing. "I want to fill you up so good that you end up pregnant."

With each powerful thrust, Chaeyoung's words echoed in your mind, fueling the fire burning between you as you both surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. "Don't you want me to fill you up, baby?" she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Don’t you want me to pump you so full of my cum since your pussy is practically begging for a baby?"

Your moans of pleasure only fueled her primal need as she continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Yeah, that's it," she taunted, her voice dripping with lust. "You're gonna be so fucking full of me, you won't be able to walk straight for days. And when you're pregnant with my baby, you'll know who made you feel this good."

With each thrust, she drove the point home, her dirty talk sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The idea of her filling you with her seed, of creating new life together, only intensified the passion between you. She flipped you onto your side, her hands gripping your hips with possessive force.

With a primal hunger in her eyes, Chaeyoung buried herself deep inside you, her thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion as you both surrendered to the raw, unbridled desire coursing through your veins.

With each powerful thrust, Chaeyoung's grip on your hips tightened, her primal instincts taking over as she claimed you completely. "You're mine," she growled, her voice filled with possessive need. "Mine to fuck and fill with my seed."

As Chaeyoung's primal desire drove her movements, you found yourself lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. With each powerful thrust, you couldn't help but moan in ecstasy, the sensation of her filling you completely driving you wild.

"Yes, Chaeyoung, just like that," you moaned, your voice filled with desperation and longing. "Right there, baby, right there."

Your words only fueled Chaeyoung's primal hunger as she continued to pound into you with relentless passion. The sound of your moans mingled with hers in a symphony of ecstasy, echoing through the confines of the limo.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Chaeyoung groaned, her voice thick with desire as she continued to pound into you with primal urgency.

The sensation of her throbbing inside you pushed you over the edge, and with a loud cry of pleasure, you felt your body convulse in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Chaeyoung, yes!" you moaned, your voice filled with ecstasy as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Chaeyoung reached her own climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into you with a guttural moan of pleasure.

Chaeyoung gently pulled you on top of her, guiding you to sit astride her lap. Her cock still buried deep inside you, her cum leaking out of your swollen pussy, serving as a reminder of the passionate encounter you both shared.

With tender care, Chaeyoung began to rub your back in soothing circles, her touch a comforting balm to help you calm down from the intensity of your orgasm. Each stroke of her hand was a gesture of tenderness, a silent reassurance of her affection for you.

Just as you were beginning to catch your breath, a sudden knock on the window startled you both. "Miss Park, we are here," a voice called from outside.

Chaeyoung's grip on you tightened slightly as she glanced towards the window, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Okay, give us a bit," she responded, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

As the driver's presence reminded you of the outside world, Chaeyoung's question brought you back to reality. "You still want to go, baby?" she asked softly, her gaze searching yours for reassurance.

Feeling a strong desire to remain wrapped up in the intimacy you shared, you shook your head no, a silent affirmation of your desire to stay together.

Chaeyoung nodded in understanding, a tender smile gracing her lips as she signaled to the driver. "Just drive us back to the hotel," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the rest of the world behind as the two of you retreated into the private sanctuary of the hotel.

[hyun0o]

Hi author. I want to request for blackpink imagine can you do for ot4, where y/n is really clingy with all of them and they treats y/n like a baby and rosé loves to carry y/n around. They would always do everything for y/n. Thank you love your stories.

Cutie

[Blackpink x 5th mem. Fem!Reader][FLUFF]

I'm so sorry anon, I didn't realize this req was 2 months agoo (—=—') pls forgive me °///°

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Scenario 1 🎮

"Unnie no fair you cheated!" You whined when you lost to Jisoo in mario cart. Both of you sitting on the comfy couch in your vacation hotel after a large and successful comeback, while your other members were in the kitchen, preparing the dinner for tonight, well except for Lisa who was failing her tasks miserably. "Yah, what do you mean I cheated, just admit it you lost boo" Your unnie teased, your puffed cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment. Maybe it was your own fault for challenging the queen of games. "I can't believe I lost to an oldie" You earned an annoyed call from Jisoo, soon she nagged you on how to play the game properly, taking power ups, stop ramming into the sides, and what not. You stuck your tongue out at her while she talked and when she saw your little shenanigans, you booked it knowing she'll poke your sides.

Running into the kitchen, your unnies saw you as you frantically hid behind them. Hoping for you to get protected by them, but of course it's not going to work. "Y/n-ah!!" Jisoo ran to you in a flash, but you wont lose to her again, the other girls watched as the oldest and youngest chased each other around the whole hotel. It basically lasted for 4 mins until Jennie finally called you two to stop. As you enter the kitchen again for the 4th time from the chase, Jennie glared at you with her cat like eyes, making you immediately stop dead in your tracks. "U-unnie..." You stammered with your words getting scared, 'Did I piss her off too? ' You thought as you gave her your infamous puppy dog eyes for some mercy. Jennies eyes furrowed as she stared at you, trying not to break but come on, you looked far way too cute to get angry at.

She sighed and pinched your cheeks, her tall walls breaking in attempt to lecture you "You're going to get hurt if you continue baby, come on and eat" She whispered with loving eyes, you loved your Unnie so much, you loved all of them. But of course you're not always going to say that just to tease them,as a maknae your job is to be mischievous to them. You hear a scream from Jisoo from behind and immediately your flight or fight mode went off, you chose flight. Hugging Jennie to her neck you hid in the crook of her neck to get protected. "Nini!!" You screamed in fear, really not wanting to get tickled. Jisoo bursted out laughing, were you really that scared? Jennie glared at her as well, making her shut her mouth. "We were just playing Jen..." Walking closer to you and soon she unsurprisingly poked your sides, you jumped and whined. "Come on you're over reacting silly, stop clinging onto Jendkkie" You looked at her and just for funs and giggles you stuck your tongue out to just annoy her again. "Yah! You little-" Jennie playfully hit her head to stop and just let it go, earning a pout from the oldest.

"Girls, food is ready!" Chaeyoung called, walking towards you three while Lisa prepared the dishes to the plates. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the funny scene. "What are you guys doing" Laughing, she looked at you pushed your hair to the side so your forehead can breathe. "Jisoo-unnie is so mean!" You pouted back at your oldest member, making her pull a jokingly annoyed face. Before she could even defend herself, Chaeyoung immediately went to your side and pampered you. "Yah this is why she's so spoiled" Jisoo crossed her arms with furrowed eyebrows, you giggle and finally wanted to stop teasing your unnie. Letting go of Jennie you soon hugged Jisoo and apologized for teasing her, even if you two always teased each other, you still loved her. Soon Chaeyoung and Jennie joined in the hug while Jisoo apologized as well. The warm embrace making you all feel at home.

"Hey I also want to join!" Cutie Lisa hugged last making you all chuckle.

Scenario 2 🎥

A sunny afternoon was the perfect setting to go out to the mall, shopping for some groceries and whatever items your hearts desired. For you, it was basically hell. Your heels were killing your damn feet while you're sweating inside of your multi layered outfit, only now regretting your choices, you curse your past naive self. While you suffered from your poor choices, the worst part is it was as if you were invisible to your other members, completely forgetting about you ever since the outing started. Chaeyoung and Lisa were bickering in what to buy for tonight, including board games, food, and other necessities. While Lisa was recording your fun little outing for a vlog. "Come on please, play with me tonight this seems like a fun game" The blonde girl raised the board game up for the camera to see, Lisa can't help but just say yes. And then going back to the camera to shake her head and whisper playful no's. "Yah I heard that" She threw the board game in the basket, finally noticing your tired state, droplets of sweat twinkled on your forehead with your shaking feet not being able to support yourself properly.

"You okay bub? You don't look too good" You wanted to burst out right then and there, finally she noticed you. They were basically ignoring you for the past evening full of walking around and buying things. Rather than anger you start to tear up, making Chaeyoung panic. "Everything sucks" You sniffed, maybe you were over reacting? Maybe you're too sensitive? Maybe it's not even a big deal. You tried hard to reason with yourself, but no matter how much you invalidated your own feelings; nothing worked to calm your nerves down. In fact it made it all worse. "W-what wrong? Does your feet hurt? Here let me help you" You didn't reply, heart still filled with emotions, as Lisa turned the camera off, she finally noticed you two from behind, also spotting the tears on your face while Chaeyoung was taking your heels off. "Y/nnie what's wrong? Did Rosie bully you?" She wiped your tears with her sleeves, guilt emerging in your chest, it wasn't really their fault, yet you were still hurt. "You're probably the one who made her cry idiot" She replied with an annoyed tone making you shiver, Chaeyoung isn't the type to get frustrated at people.

"Here bub, climb on my back. I can carry you back to the van" Your tears swelled up again, you didn't deserve this just after throwing a stupid tantrum. "Listen to Chae, Ynnie, I'll carry your jacket, you're sweating beads" With that you went on Chaeyoungs back while hiding your face on her shoulder, tears still flowing while sniffling. The two older girls can't help but feel guilty, were they the reason you're crying? "Ynnie... Did we do something wrong? Please tell us so we can apologize properly" Lisa looked at you with worry in her eyes, hoping that you'd answer. You whisper something only you can understand on Chaeyoungs shoulder, although it was audible, they couldn't really understand your muffled words.

"Say it again bub what is it?"

"You two ignored me... Ever since this outing started, then my shoes started to get uncomfy to the point it really hurt my feet. And then I got to suffer the consequences of my own choice of clothing, today sucks..." They thought back to this morning where you all got to the mall, you were right. They did ignore you but not on purpose. It's when they always get interrupted to reply to you or when they just shrugged you off. Lisa even remembered that you mentioned how you feet started to get hurt but before she could acknowledge your comment, she got distracted by an item in the store. They both felt horrible, you didn't deserve such treatment. "We're sorry bub... We didn't realize it till now, we promise we'll make it up to you" Chaeyoung hung her head low, as with Lisa, "We promise it won't happen again." You feel content, that's all you wanted to hear from them, a sorry and some assurance where they'd make it up to you. Looking to your side, you were met with Lisa with furrowed eyebrows, guilt evident on her face. "Promise?" You held your pinky up, Lisa smiled brightly and took your pinky with hers, intertwining it.

"We promise" Kissing your forehead, the heavy weights in your chest finally lifting as you hugged Chaeyoung by her neck with a content smile on your face.

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Huhu I love the thought of yn getting pampered by their Unnies, this is probably why most of my biases are maknaes lol. I hope you guys enjoyedd <3

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[moonhoures]

Sit

🕷️ kinktober — day 21: oral 🕸️

pairing: rosé (blackpink) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, reader calls rosé ‘pretty’ & ‘baby’

word count: ~900

synopsis: you finally convince your gf to try facesitting

posted: october 21, 2023

“Are you going to sit on my face or not?”

Your girlfriend giggled, busying herself by picking up the TV remote and her phone and placing them on the nightstand. Meanwhile, her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of your waist. When she turned her attention back to you, you put on a pout that made her roll her eyes.

“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before,” she said, though she knew you already knew that.

“I know, that’s why I’m so eager to be your first,” you tried to ease her worries by running your fingertips over the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her legs were completely bare, and she was covered in only her panties and a crop top. It took so much convincing on your part to get Chaeyoung to this point, so you didn’t want to ask too much of her. But you really wished you had gotten her completely naked before now, “Just come up here and sit, pretty.”

Chae sighed, apprehension evident in her expression and her movements. But she climbed up anyways, extra cautious of your body so that she didn’t knee you by accident. Then she arrived at her destination, her clothed core hovering near your chin. She was uneasy, you could tell, but if only she knew how much you loved your view.

The way her cute, sparkling eyes looked to you for guidance and validation, it sent you reeling. “Like this?” she asked.

“A little lower,” you urged, noting the large gap between your face and her cunt. She hesitantly lowered her hips, barely an inch more, “Little lower.”

“This doesn’t feel too comfortable, how is this enjoyable for you?” she asked curiously, looking down at you over her tummy.

“It’s because you’re not low enough, and trust me, this will be much more enjoyable for me once i get your pussy on my tongue.”

“Baby,” she groaned in embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the effect your words had on her.

“Sit,” you told her once more, and finally, she listened.

She carefully put her weight on you, and you didn’t waste any time in reaching up over her thighs. Your fingers moved the gusset of her panties to the side, and you noticed the fabric was already damp. You decided to dive right in, pressing kisses over her heated skin.

Chae’s breath became heavier as she felt your lips on her thighs and the tender flesh of her pulsing cunt. She was admittedly nervous, but also excited—after all, she did love the way you ate her out. You knew all the right ways to tease her, building up that flame inside of her. You knew how (and where) to leave lingering kisses that had her yearning for more. You knew when to finally give those licks that had her moaning out softly.

Moments later you were smirking to yourself as her hips began rocking on their own. It was subtle, but you caught the swaying easily from your position. Your hands secured themselves on her thighs, holding her close to your face so she couldn’t move away. You delved even further between her warm folds with your tongue, prodding and licks and sucking on her wet skin. Mewls and whimpers of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘oh my Gods’ tumbled from her lips without a care.

“You taste so good, Rosie,” you hummed into her thigh, both of you highly aware of the arousal that coated your lips, cheeks, and chin. You returned to the task at hand, going back to eating her out with vigor. Your tongue lapped at her, collecting her sweet juices, willing her to cum. You focused the tip of your tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive button, eliciting wanton moans from your girlfriend as she slowly thrusted her pussy over your mouth.

One of your hands snaked up her torso before slipping under the bottom of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and you couldn’t be more thankful to be met with the soft, pliant feeling of her tit in your hand.

“I’m almost there, ________,” she panted, head thrown back from the climax building up higher and higher within her.

“Ride my tongue, baby. Make a mess, all over my face,” you drove her to release, sticking out your tongue as much as you could to allow her the control she needed. She grasped some of your hair in her hand gently, keeping you in place as she moved her slick cunt up and down your tongue, using you for her own satisfaction.

“Yes, right there! Just like that!” her movements began to stutter as she came, letting out the loudest, most lewd sounds you had heard her make recently. And you were just there for the ride, relishing in the taste of her on your lips as you cleaned them with your tongue.

Your hands massaged Chaeyoung’s thighs, calming her down from her orgasm. She dismounted from you, not wanting to sit on you any longer than she needed to. But as she laid down beside you, you could hear her heavy breathing. A laugh rumbled from you, and you two looked at each other.

“What?” she asked between breaths.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Better than I could’ve ever imagined actually.”

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Stay A Little Longer

Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 5k

Synopsis: Two lovers face the bittersweet end of their relationship, navigating heartbreak, lingering love, and the fragile hope of what might still be.

Rosé - Stay a little longer "Don't leave me in pieces Already having enough trouble breathing Please won't you stay, stay a little longer, babe?"

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The apartment once felt alive. Now, it was a graveyard of memories. Y/N sat cross-legged on the living room floor, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun spilling across the floorboards, but it did nothing to ease the chill in her chest. Around her, the remnants of a shared life lay in limbo: half-empty boxes, scattered keepsakes, and pieces of furniture that suddenly seemed too big for the room.

The walls were bare, the vibrant polaroids and posters that once defined their space packed away. Y/N caught her reflection in the blank TV screen across the room and almost didn’t recognize herself. Her face, usually lit with easy smiles, now wore the exhaustion of sleepless nights and unspoken heartbreak. She folded a lavender-scented sweater with care, trying to keep her hands moving, anything to distract her from the weight of the moment.

Behind her, Rosie leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together. She wore an oversized sweatshirt Y/N had bought her on a whim, claiming the mint green shade was perfect against her skin. It still was. But the warmth Rosie carried so effortlessly now seemed muted, her shoulders slumped, her expression unreadable.

“You’re moving too fast,” Rosie said quietly, her voice breaking the heavy silence.

Y/N stilled, her fingers hovering over the sweater. For a moment, she considered pretending she hadn’t heard, but that wasn’t fair—to either of them. Slowly, she turned to face her. “Too fast?” she repeated, her voice careful, not angry, just… tired. “Rosie, it’s been weeks. If I don’t go now…” Her words faltered, the end of the sentence refusing to form.

If I don’t go now, I’ll never leave.

Rosie shifted her weight, her fingers tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt. She looked fragile, her usual air of quiet confidence buried beneath layers of unspoken pain. “I know,” she said softly. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered as if she wanted to say more, but the words didn’t come. Instead, her gaze dropped to the floor, where Hank’s favorite chew toy lay discarded.

The silence stretched between them, thick with things neither wanted to say. Y/N turned back to the next box, needing the distraction. Her fingers brushed against something hard and smooth. She pulled it out and froze.

It was a photograph, slightly bent at the corners but otherwise pristine. Y/N stared at the image as if seeing it for the first time. It was a snapshot of a simpler time. Her, Rosie, and Hank, all seated on the couch. Hank sat proudly between them, his dark, expressive eyes gleaming with trust. Rosie had her arm wrapped around Y/N, her cheek pressed against her shoulder, their smiles wide and unburdened.

“I remember that day,” Rosie’s voice was closer now, soft and raw. Y/N hadn’t noticed her move.

Y/N traced the edge of the photograph with her thumb. “You said it was the first time Hank trusted someone right away,” she said, her voice distant.

Rosie nodded, a ghost of a smile flickering across her face. “He doesn’t trust easily, you know. He still doesn’t. But with you…” Her voice cracked, and she looked away, blinking rapidly.

Y/N placed the photo gently on the counter, afraid to hold it too long, as if it might pull her under. “He knew better than we did,” she murmured, her laugh hollow, brittle.

For a moment, they stood there, two people who once knew each other better than anyone, now divided by an invisible chasm.

Rosie cleared her throat, her voice hesitant. “Do you… want help?”

The question hung in the air. Y/N turned, catching Rosie’s gaze. It was a simple offer, but the weight of it pressed down on her like a thousand unsaid things. “If you help,” she said with a faint, bittersweet smile, “you might ask me to stay a little longer.”

The words hung there, uncomfortably raw, but neither moved to soften them.

Rosie’s lips parted as if to say something, but she closed them again. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she stepped back, letting the offer fade.

Y/N’s chest ached as she turned back to her boxes. She folded another shirt, the rhythm mechanical, her fingers trembling. Every item she packed felt like a piece of her heart, a piece she’d leave behind.

Her mind screamed for her to stop, to turn around and close the distance between them, to beg for another chance. But she couldn’t. If she stayed, the pieces of her might never fit together again.

Rosie lingered in the doorway a moment longer, then slipped back into the shadows of the apartment. And Y/N, left alone once more, pressed her hands against the box, willing herself to keep going.

The afternoon sun dipped lower, painting the room in hues of gold, but its warmth couldn’t touch the cold emptiness settling in both their hearts.

Y/N sat back on her heels, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on her chest. The photograph still sat on the counter, its glossy surface catching the fading sunlight. Her eyes lingered on the image of Rosie’s smile, wide and carefree, so unlike the guarded expression she wore now. How had they gone from that to this?

Her fingers itched to pick up the photo again, but instead, she let her eyes close. Memories rushed in, unbidden but welcome, pulling her back to the beginning, when everything had felt so effortless.

The party was a sensory overload, music thumping, glasses clinking, and voices overlapping in a cacophony of celebration. Y/N wasn’t one for large crowds, but tonight she had caved, allowing her friend to drag her out in the hopes of shaking off a dull week.

And then, she saw her.

She wasn’t the loudest person in the room, but she stood out in a way that made Y/N’s heart skip. Perched on the armrest of a couch, Rosie’s blonde hair tumbled over one shoulder, her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass. Her laughter was light and melodic, cutting through the noise and pulling Y/N’s attention like a magnet. She glowed, not from the dim party lights, but from something inside her, something warm and radiant.

“Go talk to her,” Y/N’s friend hissed, nudging her toward the couch.

Y/N hesitated, nerves thrumming under her skin. What would she even say? Her feet moved before her brain caught up, and before she knew it, Rosie’s almond-shaped eyes locked onto hers. Y/N froze.

“You look a little lost,” Rosie said with a teasing lilt, tilting her head as she studied Y/N.

“Maybe,” Y/N managed, forcing a smile. “But that’s probably because I just found someone worth getting lost for.”

Rosie blinked, and for a split second, Y/N regretted every decision that led her here. Then, to her surprise, Rosie laughed. A bright, musical sound that hit Y/N like sunshine breaking through clouds.

“Cheesy,” Rosie said, her lips quirking into a smirk, “but I’ll give you points for effort.” She patted the cushion beside her. “Come on. Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

Y/N sat, her heart hammering in her chest. But as they started talking, the nerves melted away. They clicked in a way that felt natural, their conversation flowing from music to travel to favorite childhood snacks. Y/N’s animated energy drew out Rosie’s reserved side, and Rosie’s calm presence grounded Y/N’s excitement.

As the party began to wind down, Y/N leaned in, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Stand a little closer,” she said, “so I can decide if I want to see you again.”

Rosie arched a brow but leaned in, close enough that Y/N could catch the faint scent of her perfume. Floral, with a hint of something sweet. “You already know the answer,” Rosie replied, her voice soft but confident.

The first time Y/N visited Rosie’s apartment happened a few days later, she was more nervous than she cared to admit. What if this was where the magic faded? What if it turned out they had nothing to talk about without the party’s buzz to cushion them?

Those fears evaporated the moment the door opened.

Rosie greeted her with a smile so warm that Y/N forgot her doubts. But her attention quickly shifted to the cautious pair of eyes peeking out from under the coffee table.

“This is Hank,” Rosie said, crouching down to coax the dog out. His fur was slightly unkempt, his ears twitching nervously as he eyed Y/N. “He’s... not great with strangers,” Rosie added apologetically.

Y/N knelt beside her, their shoulders brushing. “Hey, buddy,” she said softly, extending her hand palm-up, giving Hank space to decide.

To Rosie’s amazement, Hank sniffed Y/N’s hand, his nose twitching curiously before he stepped out and nudged her palm with his snout.

“Wow,” Rosie breathed, sitting back on her heels. “That’s... rare. He doesn’t even trust most of my friends.”

Y/N grinned, scratching behind Hank’s ears as his tail gave a tentative wag. “Guess he knows I’m the good kind of trouble.”

Rosie chuckled, her eyes softening as she watched them. “Looks like even Hank wants you to stay a little longer.”

Hank became an unspoken bridge between them, a constant in their budding relationship. Y/N would bring him treats, play fetch in the hallway, and even sneak him scraps during dinner. Rosie often joked that Hank liked Y/N better, but deep down, it only made her fall harder.

Their happiest moments weren’t grand but wonderfully simple.

There were the karaoke sessions, where Y/N would grab a hairbrush and belt out cheesy pop songs while Rosie clutched her stomach, laughing so hard tears streamed down her cheeks. “You’re terrible,” Rosie would say between giggles, but she never once asked Y/N to stop.

There were nights spent decorating their apartment, a tiny space with too much personality for its size. Rosie insisted on pastel throw pillows; Y/N argued for bold patterns. They compromised with a mix that clashed wonderfully, a reflection of their relationship, messy but perfect in its own way.

And then there were the quiet nights. Rosie would come home exhausted, her voice hoarse from hours of singing. Y/N would pull her onto the couch, wrapping her in a blanket and humming softly.

“Speak a little softer,” Rosie would murmur, her voice a mere whisper as her head rested on Y/N’s shoulder, “so I don’t have to answer.”

Y/N would oblige, her whispers filling the room with warmth until Rosie’s breathing evened out, her exhaustion giving way to peace.

Y/N’s eyes opened, her heart heavy as the memories faded back into the present. The photograph on the counter seemed to glow in the fading light, a painful reminder of all they had shared. Her fingers twitched, tempted to pick it up again, but instead, she rose to her feet.

The apartment around her was quiet now, empty of laughter, arguments, and whispered confessions.

The Y/N and Rosie in the photograph felt like strangers, smiling and unbroken. And for a fleeting moment, Y/N let herself wonder. If they had known then what they knew now, would they have still smiled like that?

The photograph had been Y/N’s companion all afternoon, a persistent ghost of better days. She tried to shake off the memories as she taped up another box, but they clung to her like shadows. Every corner of the apartment whispered of what they once were and what they couldn’t be anymore.

The laughter, the quiet comfort, the gentle warmth of their love. It had all faded into the cracks of the walls. All that remained was silence, heavy and unrelenting.

But the silence hadn’t always been there. It had crept in slowly, like a winter chill seeping under the door, unnoticed until it was too late. At first, it was easy to dismiss. The occasional missed text, the quiet evenings spent apart even when they were in the same room. Y/N told herself it was normal, a temporary lull in the rhythm of their relationship.

Yet, as days turned into weeks, the spaces between them grew wider. Conversations became shorter, their once-effortless connection weighed down by unspoken frustrations. Y/N found herself clinging to the moments they shared, trying to breathe life into something that felt increasingly distant.

It was in the small things that Y/N began to feel the shift: the way Rosé would linger at the studio a little longer, the hurried apologies for missed plans, the growing stack of unopened messages. And though Y/N tried to bridge the gap, her efforts often felt like shouting into an empty void.

Y/N sat on the couch, staring at her phone as the minutes ticked by. She had texted Rosie hours ago, a simple “Are you coming home for dinner tonight?” but her screen remained stubbornly blank. Across the room, Hank lay curled in his bed, his dark eyes fixed on her as if he could sense the weight of her frustration.

The apartment felt cavernous, its silence deafening. Y/N used to cherish this space, their shared sanctuary. Now it felt like a holding cell, trapping her in her loneliness.

When the phone finally buzzed, her heart leaped but the excitement faded as soon as she read the message “Sorry, late night at the studio. Don’t wait up. Love you.”

Y/N sighed, tossing the phone onto the cushion beside her. She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on the polaroids still pinned to the wall. Each photo captured a moment of happiness, late-night desserts, beach days, lazy mornings in bed. Now, those memories felt like distant echoes, taunting her with what she’d lost.

“I can’t stand these four walls without you inside them,” she murmured to herself, her voice cracking as the words spilled out.

When Rosie finally came home that night, Y/N was still awake. She sat on the couch, the TV flickering in the background. Rosie entered quietly, her steps tentative, but Y/N could sense her exhaustion.

“Hey,” Rosie said softly, setting her bag down and ruffling Hank’s fur as he trotted over to greet her. “You’re still up?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, her tone clipped. “Didn’t feel like sleeping.”

Rosie hesitated, the tension palpable. “I’m sorry about tonight. I meant to call, but—”

“You didn’t,” Y/N interrupted, her voice sharper than she intended.

Rosie flinched but nodded, her expression guarded. “I didn’t,” she admitted. “It’s just been… a lot lately.”

Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling deeply to steady herself. “It’s always a lot, Rosie. That’s the problem.”

The words hung between them, heavy and unyielding.

The fights started small, over things that didn’t matter: dishes left in the sink, forgotten dates, missed texts. But each argument seemed to dig deeper, uncovering wounds neither of them knew they had.

It was during one of these fights, a few weeks later, that everything boiled over.

Rosie had been away for a string of back-to-back events, leaving Y/N to fend off the loneliness creeping in. When she finally returned, she seemed distracted, her focus slipping as Y/N tried to talk to her.

“You’re not even listening,” Y/N said, exasperated.

Rosie looked up from her phone, startled. “What? I am.”

Y/N shook her head, bitterness seeping into her tone. “No, you’re not. You’re here, but you’re not here. You haven’t been for a long time.”

Rosie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not fair, Y/N. Do you think I want to be away? Do you think I enjoy this?”

“I don’t know what you enjoy anymore,” Y/N shot back. “It feels like I’m not even part of your life.”

Rosie’s jaw tightened, her calm demeanor cracking. “You think I don’t feel the same? You think it doesn’t kill me to come home and feel like a stranger in my own apartment?”

“Then do something about it!” Y/N’s voice broke, her frustration spilling over. “Stop leaving me here, waiting for scraps of your time!”

Rosie stood abruptly, pacing the room with her arms crossed. “I feel like I’m suffocating in this silence,” she said, her voice low and raw. “But what do you want me to do, Y/N? Quit? Give up everything I’ve worked for?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, tears burning her eyes. “I’m not asking you to quit, Rosie. I’m asking you to fight for us. Because right now, it feels like I’m the only one trying.”

Rosie stopped pacing, her gaze heavy with unspoken emotions. “And what if my best isn’t enough for you?”

Y/N’s voice softened, her anger giving way to despair. “I’m not asking for perfection. I’m just asking for you.”

They tried to repair the damage.

Rosie made promises, more date nights, fewer late texts but they felt like band-aids over a broken bone. Y/N wanted to believe things could get better, and for a while, she held onto hope.

But the cracks were too deep.

One evening, after another failed attempt at a date night, Y/N sat on the couch, staring at Rosie as she scrolled through her phone. The sight of her, so close yet so distant, was too much.

“Maybe you should give me a reason to hate you,” Y/N said suddenly, her voice trembling.

Rosie looked up, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Because then,” Y/N continued, tears streaming down her face, “I wouldn’t have to miss you like this. I wouldn’t have to keep hoping things will change when they never do.”

Rosie’s face fell, her expression crumpling under the weight of Y/N’s words. She didn’t respond. Instead, she stood, retreating into the bedroom without a word.

Y/N stayed on the couch, her own words echoing in her mind like a cruel taunt.

By the time Y/N realized she couldn’t keep doing this, the decision to leave felt inevitable.

Back in the present, Y/N stared at the boxes piled around her, each one a chapter of their story. The apartment felt emptier than ever, its silence heavier than any argument they had ever had.

She glanced at the photograph on the counter one last time. It was a relic of a love that once burned brightly, now reduced to embers.

“I tried,” she whispered to herself, though the words brought no comfort.

The storm they had both been avoiding finally reached its peak on a quiet Friday evening. The golden hues of the setting sun painted the apartment walls, starkly contrasting the suffocating tension that filled the room. Shadows stretched long and dramatic, mirroring the growing distance between the two women.

Y/N and Rosie sat on opposite ends of the couch, their bodies angled away from each other but close enough for their knees to almost touch, a cruel reminder of the intimacy they once shared. The weight of everything left unsaid hung between them, heavy and impenetrable, like a dam on the verge of breaking.

Rosie’s fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on the hem of her sweatshirt, her usual calm replaced with nervous energy. The silence stretched on, pressing down on them until Rosie finally spoke. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound composed. “But I don’t know how to stop.”

Y/N’s gaze snapped to her, her heart lurching at the vulnerability in Rosie’s voice. Her own emotions bubbled dangerously close to the surface, her vision blurring with unshed tears. “I don’t want to fight either, Rosie,” she said, her voice breaking. “But I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one left in this relationship.”

Rosie flinched as if struck, her hands stilling. “That’s not fair,” she murmured, her tone defensive but weak.

“Isn’t it?” Y/N shot back, her voice rising before breaking into a whisper. “I’m here, Rosie. I’ve always been here, waiting for you to come home, waiting for you to look at me like you used to. I’m waiting... and I’m tired.”

The rawness in Y/N’s words hit Rosie like a tidal wave. She tightened her grip on the couch’s edge, her knuckles white. “I never meant for this to happen,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t realize how much I was asking you to wait for me, how much I was asking you to give.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her anger giving way to sorrow. “It’s not just about waiting, Rosie,” she said, her tone quieter but no less painful. “It’s about feeling like I don’t matter anymore. Like I’m just... here because it’s convenient.”

Rosie’s eyes welled with tears, and she turned her head sharply, unable to meet Y/N’s gaze. Her focus landed on the bare wall where their favorite photograph used to hang, a candid snapshot of laughter and love that now felt like a distant memory. “You’re wrong,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You matter more than anything. That’s the problem. I don’t know how to balance you and... everything else.”

The honesty in Rosie’s voice was like a dagger. Y/N’s heart twisted painfully at the sight of her. This woman she had loved so fiercely, so completely, reduced to a trembling figure weighed down by guilt and exhaustion. She ached to close the distance, to hold Rosie and promise that it would all be okay. But the part of her that had spent countless nights alone, feeling like an afterthought, held her in place.

“Maybe,” Y/N began hesitantly, her throat tightening as the words clawed their way out, “maybe we need to let each other go.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Rosie froze, her lips parting as though to protest, but no sound came out. Her wide, tear-filled eyes searched Y/N’s face, desperate for any sign that she didn’t mean it. But Y/N’s expression was resolute, even as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“No,” Rosie said finally, shaking her head vehemently. “No. We can fix this. We just need more time.”

Y/N’s lip trembled, her voice barely a whisper. “We’ve had time, Rosie. Time hasn’t fixed anything. It’s just... made the cracks bigger.”

Rosie leaned forward, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook as a sob escaped her. “I can’t imagine my life without you,” she said, her voice muffled and broken.

“And I can’t imagine my life like this,” Y/N replied gently, her tone filled with an aching sadness. “We’re hurting each other, Rosie. And I hate it too.”

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The weight of the truth settled over them, suffocating in its finality. When Rosie finally lifted her head, her cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes red and puffy. “I don’t want this to be the end,” she said, her voice trembling. “But maybe you’re right.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her tears spilling freely now. She reached out, her hand trembling as it covered Rosie’s. The contact was electric, a bittersweet reminder of all the love that still lingered despite the pain. “I’ll always love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But sometimes love isn’t enough.”

Rosie’s hand tightened around hers, a silent plea to hold on just a little longer. They sat there like that for what felt like an eternity, their fingers intertwined, their hearts breaking in tandem. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the devastating reality they couldn’t escape.

When Y/N finally pulled her hand away, it felt like losing a piece of herself. Rosie’s hand fell limply to her side, and she watched helplessly as Y/N stood and took a step back, putting a physical distance between them that mirrored the emotional one.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye to you,” Rosie admitted, her voice barely audible.

Y/N’s lips curved into a sad, bittersweet smile. “Maybe we don’t have to,” she said softly. “Maybe this is just... goodbye for now.”

The words were meant to offer comfort, but they only deepened the ache in their hearts. Neither of them believed it, not really. But in that moment, it was the only thing keeping them from falling apart entirely.

The apartment was quiet, its silence overwhelming in a way that felt almost sentient, as if the walls themselves mourned the life they had once held. The last box sat on the table, its edges worn from being packed and repacked as Y/N wrestled with the reality of leaving. She stared at it now, her hands trembling as they hovered over the edges. This was it. The final piece of a shared life, boxed up and ready to go.

Y/N’s gaze swept over the empty space. The walls, once adorned with photos, mementos, and a chaotic mix of pastel and bold décor, now stood bare, stripped of personality and warmth. In the corner, the faint outline of where their bookshelf had stood was visible on the floor, a ghostly reminder of the hours spent curled up together, lost in books and whispered conversations.

Behind her, Rosie stood in the entrance. Her eyes, swollen and rimmed with red, were fixed on Y/N. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat, drowned by the weight of everything unspoken.

Y/N reached for the box, her fingers brushing against the taped flaps. The moment felt unbearably final. “I think this is everything,” she said softly, her voice breaking the stillness but failing to fill it.

Rosie shifted her weight, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if bracing herself against the inevitable. She took a hesitant step closer, her voice soft but laden with emotion. “It feels like you’ve already left,” she said, her words trembling. “You’ve been pulling away for weeks. I just… I didn’t know how to stop it.”

Y/N paused, her hands gripping the edges of the box she had just taped shut. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to steady. “I wasn’t pulling away, Rosie,” she replied quietly, turning to meet her gaze. “I was holding on for as long as I could.”

Rosie’s lips parted as if to respond, but she hesitated, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing you all at once?” she whispered.

Y/N’s breath hitched at the rawness in Rosie’s voice. She wanted to answer, to explain, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Because you are,” she finally said, her voice breaking. “But it wasn’t all at once. It was slow and quiet, and we both let it happen.”

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, the weight of her words settling heavily between them. Rosie looked down, her hands falling to her sides. “I don’t want this to be goodbye,” she said softly, the admission barely audible.

Y/N stepped closer, her chest aching with every breath. “Neither do I,” she said, her voice trembling. “But maybe it’s the only way we can stop hurting each other.”

“But it feels like the moment you walk out that door... everything we had will vanish.”

“It already has,” Y/N said quietly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Not all at once, but slowly, piece by piece. And now we’re left with this.”

Rosie shook her head, her jaw tightening as fresh tears spilled over. “What if we’re making a mistake?” she asked, her voice trembling, the vulnerability in her tone cutting through Y/N like a knife.

Y/N inhaled sharply, her heart aching at the sight of Rosie. This woman she had loved so fiercely, now unraveling before her. She placed the box back on the table and turned fully to face her. “Maybe we are,” she admitted, her voice raw. “But we’ve run out of chances. We’ve been trying to fix something that’s been breaking for months, and all we’ve done is hurt each other more.”

Rosie took a hesitant step forward, her gaze locked on Y/N’s. “I don’t know how to let you go,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Y/N reached out instinctively, her hand cupping Rosie’s cheek. Her thumb brushed away a tear as she whispered, “You don’t have to. Not completely.”

Rosie leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if trying to memorize the feel of Y/N’s hand. “I want to believe that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to believe that there’s still a way to make this work.”

Y/N’s lips trembled as she forced a bittersweet smile. “Maybe one day,” she said, her voice tinged with hope and sorrow. “But not now. We’re not ready.. Not for each other.”

The weight of her words settled over them, suffocating in its truth. They stood there, a breath apart, neither willing to move, as though prolonging the moment might delay the inevitable.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, her hand falling to her side. The warmth of Rosie’s skin lingered on her fingertips, a cruel reminder of what she was leaving behind. She turned back to the box, lifting it with trembling hands.

As she moved toward the door, Rosie’s voice stopped her. “Stay a little longer,” she said, her tone desperate and pleading. “Please.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She froze in place, the box heavy in her arms. Her mind screamed for her to turn around, to drop the box, to run back into Rosie’s arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear slipping free. “If you ask again,” she thought, “I’ll stay. I’ll stay and we’ll break all over again.”

She forced herself to take another step, then another. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat screaming for her to stop. But she didn’t.

Rosie watched as Y/N reached the door. Her hands trembled as she clutched Hank’s favorite toy, the one Y/N had left behind for him. “Don’t leave me in pieces,” she whispered, her voice breaking, though she knew Y/N couldn’t hear her.

At the door, Y/N hesitated, her hand resting on the knob. She glanced back once, her eyes meeting Rosie’s. The weight of their love, fractured and raw, passed between them in a single, silent moment.

“I’ll miss you,” Y/N said, her voice soft and full of pain.

“I’ll miss you too,” Rosie replied, her tears falling freely now.

Y/N opened the door and stepped out, the sound of it closing behind her echoing like the final note of a tragic song. She stood in the hallway for a moment, her chest heaving as she fought the urge to turn back.

Inside, Rosie sank to the floor, clutching Hank’s toy against her chest. She stared at the empty apartment, her heart shattering all over again. The faint sound of Y/N’s footsteps grew distant, then disappeared entirely.

The possibility of reconciliation lingered in the air, fragile and faint, like the final embers of a once-bright flame. Neither of them knew what the future held. For now, all they had was the silence and the lingering ache of goodbye.

[starrynini05]

santa tell me – roseanne park x barista!reader

summary: you can't help but wonder, is she really staying?

warnings: none (rosé is referred to as chae sometimes)

tags: idol!rosé ; non-idol!reader ; established relationship ; winter au ; first christmas ; holiday au

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

It was mid-December in Seoul, and the city gleamed like a scene straight out of a holiday movie. Snowflakes fluttered gently from the sky, blanketing the streets in a pristine white coat. The smell of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air, mingling with the faint notes of Christmas carols drifting from nearby shops. Couples walked hand in hand bundled in scarves and puffy jackets, clutching steaming cups of hot chocolate, their laughter mixing with the cheerful hum of the season.

Y/n adjusted her beanie as the biting wind nipped at her cheeks, making them flush. Pulling her scarf tighter around her neck, she glances softly at Roseanne, her six-month girlfriend. She was effortlessly stunning, even in the biting cold, her sharp features softened by the glow of fairy lights strung along the street. Her gloved hand held Y/n’s firmly, her thumb occasionally brushing against her knuckles in a way that sent warmth straight to the shorter girl's heart.

They had met almost a year ago while Y/n was working overtime in a café near the blonde’s studio. The Aussie singer stumbled upon the cute café after an exhausting recording session for her latest single, needing a place to relax and unwind. As she noticed the cute barista in the counter Chae didn’t waste her time trying to make small talk with her. This started a series of little dates and outings that had you both happy and smitten. After a couple of months and careful consideration, they finally made it official. This was their first Christmas season as a couple, and Y/n was equally excited and nervous.

The barista’s heart fluttered at how natural it felt to be with the blonde girl. Yet, there was a lingering doubt she couldn’t shake. Every time the holiday music played in the background, particularly that song, her mind echoed Ariana Grande’s lyrics:

"Santa, tell me if you're really there... 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year." She knew dating the idol came with its own set of challenges, the possibility of it not lasting making her dizzy.

As they wandered into a Christmas market near Gwanghwamun Square, they noticed the stalls brimming with holiday trinkets, handmade ornaments, and steaming snacks. The festive energy buzzed all around them, but Y/n’s thoughts were miles away. Rosie squeezed her hand lightly, drawing her back to the moment.

“You’ve been quiet today,” she said, her voice soft but laced with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

Hmm?” Y/n looked up at her, startled. “Oh, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

“About what?” the idol asked, leading her toward a stall selling intricately crafted glass ornaments.

“About Christmas,” she admitted, her eyes scanning the delicate baubles sparkling under the warm light. “And us.”

Chae arched an eyebrow, pausing to study her face. “Us? Should I be worried?”

Y/n laughed, though it was a bit forced. “No, it’s nothing bad! It’s just… this time of year always feels so magical. But at the same time, it makes me think about the future. Like, will we be doing this next year? Or the year after that?”

Chaeyoung’s expression softened as she reached for an ornament shaped like a snowflake. “You’re worried about next Christmas already sweetheart?”

Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off. “Maybe. I guess I’m just trying to figure out how much to let myself… believe in all of this.”

Setting the ornament down, Chae turned to her fully, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re overthinking again.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing under the brown-eyed girl’s gaze. “But can you blame me?”

Rosé didn’t reply right away, instead brushing a stray snowflake off her hair. “Stay here for a second,” she said suddenly, her tone light but determined.

“Rosie, what—”

Before she could finish, the blond darted off toward a stall a few steps away, leaving her standing in the middle of the bustling market. Y/n crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her breath visible in the frosty air. She wondered what her girlfriend was up to when she caught sight of her handing cash to the vendor and pocketing something small.

When she returned, she hid whatever she’d bought behind her back, her grin sheepish but endearing. “Close your eyes,” she said.

The brunette frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” the singer insisted, stepping closer.

With a sigh and a playful roll of her eyes, Y/n complied, standing still as the chill nipped at her cheeks.

“Okay, open.”

When she did, she found herself staring at a small red box tied with a golden ribbon. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Rosie …”

“Before you get any ideas, it’s not *that*,” Rosé teased, her laughter warm and low. “Just open it.”

Y/n untied the ribbon carefully, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside was a simple silver charm bracelet, its single charm a tiny snowman with a red scarf. Y/n felt her throat tighten as she traced the charm with her fingertips.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, looking up at the golden-haired girl.

“I saw it and thought of you,” she said, her tone turning uncharacteristically serious. “It’s just the first charm, though. My idea is to add a new one every Christmas we spend together. That way, you’ll never have to wonder if I’ll be here next year, or the year after that.”

Y/n blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. The gesture was simple, yet it carried so much weight. “You mean…”

“I mean I’m not going anywhere,” Roseanne said, her smile softening. “So, you don’t have to ask Santa or worry about next Christmas. I’m all in, princess.”

She threw her arms around the taller girl’s neck, burying her face in her pink scarf to hide the happy tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she teased, wrapping her arms around the brunette tightly.

The rest of the evening felt like a dream. They strolled through the market, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the festive lights, their worries melting away with every laugh and shared glance.

Later, as they stood in front of a massive Christmas tree glowing with golden lights, Y/n glanced up at Rosie, her heart full. Maybe she didn’t need to ask Santa this year. She already had everything she wanted right here.