#little private spots where the two of u can simply enjoy the presence of each other and nature

[seoulmatez]

𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓂 : gray x alhaitham

some find beauty in sumeru's landscape — its sprawling rainforests, its unique fauna. others find beauty in its emerging art scene — performances put on at the zubayr theater. alhaitham finds beauty in one person alone, his gray.

for @dilucs ♡

[pluvoiphile]

I hope your doing okey and fine love

Idk if u write headcanons if not just ignore this but if u do then would u write about Prince Wilhelm x male reader who is also famous and they meet at the school of hillerska (i think that's the name of the school idk i might have forgotten it)

Wilhelm x Male Reader Headcanons

warnings: none

word count: 763

A/N: i’ve never written any kind of headcanons so bear with me :) also this has been sitting in my inbox forever (so sorry abt that)

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1. Secret Relationship at First:

• Due to Wilhelm’s position as a prince, your relationship starts off very low-key. The two of you sneak around Hillerska, finding quiet, hidden spots to spend time together, like the library’s far corner or behind the dormitories late at night.

2. Comfort in Similar Struggles:

• You, like Wilhelm, understand the weight of being in the public eye. Whether you’re a fellow student at Hillerska with a famous family or a well-known figure in your own right, you both find solace in each other’s understanding of privacy, fame, and the pressure to conform.

3. Late Night Conversations:

• One of your favorite things to do is lie in bed together, talking late into the night. Wilhelm often shares his fears about the future, the pressure of being royal, and how uncertain he feels about it all. You listen, offering comfort and grounding him when he feels lost. He finds peace in your presence.

4. Playful Teasing:

• Despite the seriousness of his life, Wilhelm can be playful when he’s comfortable. He loves to joke with you, especially when you’re alone. There are playful jabs about how “official” he looks at school events, and he likes to challenge you to little competitions, like who can sneak past the house staff without getting caught.

5. Defender of His Heart:

• Wilhelm gets jealous easily. He trusts you, but whenever someone flirts with you or you get too much attention, he feels a twinge of insecurity. He’s not overly possessive, but it’s in the little ways he pulls you closer or lingers with you in public just long enough for people to notice. He doesn��t say it aloud, but his actions scream: He’s mine.

6. Escape from Royal Duties:

• Being with you is Wilhelm’s escape. You encourage him to live beyond his title, to experience things as just “Wilhelm.” You both go on little adventures when you can—hiking in secluded spots, watching movies no one else cares about, or simply driving around, windows down, enjoying the freedom of anonymity when possible.

7. Public Pressure:

• If and when your relationship becomes public, it’s a big deal for the media. There’s initial scrutiny, but Wilhelm is surprisingly resilient with you by his side. He’s confident that, together, you can face the pressure. You both decide to keep your relationship private as long as possible, and when it eventually goes public, you face it head-on, strong in your bond.

8. Supportive Partner:

• You’re always there for Wilhelm when royal duties or school stresses become overwhelming. Sometimes he just needs to vent, and you’re his rock during those moments. Whether he’s dealing with public pressure or the weight of his family’s expectations, you’re always there with a comforting word or a warm embrace.

9. Affectionate Moments:

• Wilhelm can be a little shy with affection in public, but in private, he’s much more open. He loves leaning into you when you’re studying, stealing kisses when no one’s around, and wrapping you up in a warm embrace when you’re relaxing together. When he feels safe, his affection is unreserved, full of gentle touches and sweet moments.

10. Holiday Getaways:

• When the school breaks come, Wilhelm loves planning quiet getaways where the two of you can just be yourselves. No press, no eyes, just the two of you. Whether it’s a cabin in the woods or a remote beach destination, these trips become the highlight of your relationship—precious, carefree moments that help you both reset.

11. Shared Silences:

• Some of your best moments together don’t need words. Wilhelm loves that he can be quiet around you, especially after a tough day. You sit together, maybe reading or just holding hands, and the comfort of being in each other’s company is enough to make him feel grounded again.

12. Small Acts of Care:

• Wilhelm shows his love in subtle ways. He might leave you a note tucked into your books, bring you your favorite snack after a long day, or gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re talking. It’s in these small moments that you know how much he truly cares for you.

13. You Help Him Grow:

• You help Wilhelm see that he doesn’t have to carry the world on his shoulders. With you, he learns to embrace who he is, not just as a prince, but as a person. You challenge him to think about his future in new ways, encouraging him to stand up for what he believes in, even if it’s hard.

[let-them-read-fics]

Too Late To Apologize?

Requested By @rosiesandlilies​: “I was wondering if I can request a Rosé x female reader story where Rosie is an idol who also happens to be ur wife and since she and BP are taking over the world by storm, she starts to forget about you and whenever u ask her to spend a little bit of time with you, she gets upset and fights with you. You’re also an important person but you always make time for her. Can it be angsty with fluff 🥰”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,026

Warnings / Misc: -- Angst, Self Doubt, Strained Marriage / Relationship, Crying, Some Swearing, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Oooooo lord, here we go. I am feeding 👏 you 👏 all 👏 today! This one took a while to write, but I’m pretty happy with it. I wrote it all in one go, starting at like 3am (as usual lol), so forgive me if it’s a little rough. I put a lot of effort into it, though, so I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for requesting -- Happy reading!

PS ~ I highly recommend that you listen to these songs as you read this:

You Were Good To Me -- Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler

Surrender -- Natalie Taylor

The Night We Met -- Lord Huron

I Found -- Amber Run

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Hongdae, Seoul  --  8:00 PM

“Good evening, everyone! Before I open the doors, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time out of your day to stop in. We couldn’t have done this without your support, and we’re endlessly grateful. We hope you have a wonderful experience with us tonight. Now, without further ado, welcome to La Rêverie!”

To your amusement, the sizable crowd erupts into a fit of cheers once your opening speech is over. Echoes of the joyous sounds carry across the city, wiggling their way through the alleys and streets, bouncing off of the nearby buildings. The customers slowly filter in, greeting and congratulating you on their way; you’re beyond excited to start this new journey, and seeing people so happy to be a part of it only makes you more proud.

Eventually everyone makes it inside to their seats, and you join them.

--- Later That Evening ---

“Y/N, we have a private party that would like to see you. They’re eager to meet the woman behind all of this,” Pierre smirks, quirking an eyebrow suggestively. His demeanor confuses you slightly, seeing as how this isn’t the first time high profile celebrities have requested your presence -- that’s just one of the perks of being a world renowned chef. You brush off his remark as playful banter and send him to tell them that you’ll be out soon. 

---

“...yes, actually. Y/N and I were fortunate enough to meet when she was studying in Paris; we were being trained by the same chef. We’ve been close ever since. I’m not surprised that she hired me, though; I’m practically a master in the kitchen.”

At Pierre’s cocky words, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. A small grin plays on your lips nonetheless, and you smooth out your top one more time before rounding the corner. 

“What’s this idiot on about now? Did he tell you about the time that he nearly got kicked out of our mentorship program for giving Anthony Bourdain the wrong dish?” You ask the table, sending them a glance while ruffling his hair as you come up behind him. They all snicker at that, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes; with an annoyed shove, he scolds you for bringing that story up again.

“Must you always tell people about that?”

Your smile widens, spreading cutely across your face. Mocking him is one of your favorite things to do. “Mhm,” you say simply, nodding your head for emphasis. He attempts to hide his embarrassment, but it only brings a deeper blush to his cheeks. 

At the VIP table, the suppressed sound of laughter carries over to you, and you’re reminded of your reason for being here in the first place. Upon offering your full attention to the table now, no longer distracted by Pierre, you’re met with 4 different pairs of eyes on you. Warm, yellow light illuminates the area, the classy overhead fixture emitting a soft glow to cast down on the guests beautifully. It’s cozy and inviting, just like you had intended it to be, and the sight makes you happy.

As you quickly scan over each of the girls, your brain pieces together where you know them from.

“My oh my, it’s Blackpink themselves. To what do I owe this honor?” All of the natural charisma that you possess takes over now, doing its best to override your nerves. It’s definitely not the time to fangirl over them; you have to act cool. One by one, you shake their hands, making sure to give each of them a glimpse of your award winning smile. 

Jennie is the first to speak up. “Yourself, of course. You’re the talk of the town, Y/N, how could we miss this?” The way that she says it so casually, already skipping past the formalities, puts you at ease. 

“Ah, you’re too kind. Was your food prepared to your liking?”

A chorus of approving noises leaves the table, successfully boosting your confidence in the process. “It was truly incredible, Y/N.” Rosé gushes, her adorable accent adding something magical to the simple phrase. For the first time tonight, your mind goes blank; ever since news broke of your plans for this new restaurant, you practiced to avoid this very thing. As you stand there floundering for a beat, she takes notice of the effect that her words have on you; it doesn’t take long for her to realize how much she loves to make you blush.

“Thank you so much. We’re so glad to have you here tonight.” 

“We’re happy to be here! Rosé hasn’t stopped talking about it for the past week.” The Australian’s eyes go wide as Lisa exposes her, and she shoots the younger girl a shocked look. Lisa only smirks at this, her shoulders rising and falling in a nonchalant shrug. Jisoo nods in confirmation, adding, “Yeah, she’s been super pumped.”

On the inside, you’re freaking out. Rosé was that excited to try out your creations? There’s no logical explanation for that one. Your own surprise is evident in your voice as you respond, “Oh really now? And why’s that?”

“I-I’ve just heard a lot of great things, you know? You’re pretty talented.” She tries to sound confident, but the stutter in her voice betrays her. The tips of her ears are burning with embarrassment, and after sending her yet another smile, you decide to spare her by changing the topic. 

“Well thank you, again. It’s truly a privilege to cook for you girls.” The conversation continues from there, effortlessly moving from subject to subject, and you love how welcome they make you feel. Occasionally you excuse yourself to check on the other guests and ensure that they’re enjoying their dinner, and every time, Rosé finds herself sorely missing your presence. Despite only officially meeting tonight, she feels like she’s known you her whole life. The two of you clicked instantly, and she can’t seem to get enough of you.

After spending the better part of 2 hours chatting and getting to know one another better, you grow bold and ask the question that’s been rolling around in your head all night. 

“Would you guys like to come back to the kitchen for a bit? I could give you some tips and we could make a couple dishes, if you want.”

Rosé nearly interrupts you from how eager she is to accept the offer. The second that you’re done asking, she’s already saying yes. The others happily agree as well, and soon you’re leading them to the back to get prepped.

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“Just like this, everyone. Cut thinly here,” you inform, using your knife to point to the areas in question, “...then turn it and follow through with the slices. It should come out diced, like so.” The girls observed your swift motions, peeking over at the small cubes once you’re finished. Things continue on like this for a while, and soon you’re halfway done with the veggies while they’re barely done with the first part of their batches.

“Slow down, Y/N! You’re too fast for us grandmas.” Jisoo jests, her voice bouncy with amusement. 

“Okay, okay! I’ll wait, just let me know if you need help.” Your knife comes to rest against the cutting board, and you take the opportunity to lean back against the countertop to watch them work. Your eyes trail over to Rosé, only to find her already looking at you; she tenses once she realizes she’s been caught, and she returns to her previous duties. You decide to tease her.

“Everything alright, Rosé? You seem a little distracted…” She momentarily shuts her eyes at your words, trying to refocus her thoughts and collect herself. A subtle snicker from Lisa can be heard, and Rosé delivers a quick jab to her arm. The maknae lets out a little “oww” before setting her things down to rub away the newfound soreness of her arm. 

A little later, Jennie requests some assistance, prompting you to make your way over to her. The station that she’s working at just so happens to be next to Rosé’s, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t thrill you. 

“Do we peel this first or leave it on?” 

“Cut the ends first, then slice it in half and remove the outer layer.”

Under your watchful eye, she follows your instructions and is soon back on track. She thanks you, and you bring your hand up to give her a pat on the back. Although she feels childish for it, the action works to make Rosé the tiniest bit jealous; she wants your attention on her. 

The blonde clears her throat before speaking up. “Y/N, I need a little help, too.” Your heart jumps at her words, and you fight hard to keep yourself in check as you spin around to face her.

“Of course, Rosé.” She sighs at the way her name rolls off your tongue, and she’s completely convinced that you’ve secretly put her under some type of spell. Her thoughts of you and your mysterious ways are interrupted when you come to stand next to her, your hip lightly brushing against hers. 

“Oh, well there’s your problem: you’re holding the knife wrong. Here,” you start, reaching out to reposition her hand in a better spot. Now she’ll be able to control it better, and she won’t run the risk of cutting herself.

“Better?” You ask innocently, missing the way that she bites her lip. The close proximity of your bodies is making her head spin, and she can’t decide if she wants you to stay or go. “Yes, thank you.” She looks like she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t, so you take that as your cue to go check on the other girls. Rosé silently curses herself for missing that golden opportunity to flirt with you, but she takes solace in the fact that she catches you stealing glances her way fairly often. You feel the connection too, and she’s pleased with that -- maybe she was doing something right after all.

The next stint of the night is spent preparing and cooking the dishes you promised them while trading jokes, banter, and teasing remarks. A mini food fight also took place, but for the sake of professionalism you won’t mention that. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

---- 

“Goodnight girls. I hope you come by again sometime soon!” 

They all assure you that they’ll be back before you know it, and you believe them. After all, they gobbled those dishes down like they hadn’t eaten in days -- it’s safe to say that they enjoyed them.

Rosé lingers in the doorway, eyeing you as you work to clean off the counter. She doesn’t want to go; she’s loved getting to hang out with you. Contemplating her options, she decides to be brave; she tells the girls to go on ahead, that she’ll be there in a minute. 

“Rosé, did you forget something?” You ask, looking up at her as you reach forward to wipe any remaining debris off the sleek surface.

“Yeah, your number.” Somehow, she possesses all the confidence in the world now, her new demeanor completely opposite to its previously shy counterpart. 

You tilt your head at her, a dumbfounded smile parting your lips ever so slightly. “Bold, are we? Alright, I’ll bite.” You say, holding a hand out for her to give you her phone. Her eyes widen a bit -- was she not expecting you to say yes? There’s no way you could turn down a chance like this. She fumbles around in her bag until the smooth screen of her phone comes into contact with her fingers, letting her know she’s found it.

“Here you go,” she chuckles cutely, an adorable little pattern of blush rising to her cheeks again. 

After entering your number, making sure to save the contact and even take a goofy picture of yourself for it, you give it back to her. “Call me anytime, love.” Her smile spreads even farther at the pet name, and she ducks her head to hide her reddening cheeks.

As she slowly approaches the door, walking backwards, she says, “I will… love,” offering you a little awkward salute at the end of it. You giggle at her antics, and soon bid her goodnight. 

No more than 5 minutes later, your phone dings as it displays a notification from an unknown number. 

“I’m usually not that awkward 🤦‍♀️ pretty girls just make me nervous.” The message makes your heart flutter, and you quickly save her number to your contacts. 

“Really? We have yet another thing in common, then.” 

The girls watch as Rosé does a little victory dance in her seat, her movements a bit limited by the belt stretched across her body. She’s practically glowing with excitement, her fingers already firing off another reply.

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3 Years Later -- Rome, Italy

Upon seeing Rosé saunter down the aisle, your emotions get the jump on you; before you can stop them, tears flow freely down your face, and you bring a hand up to your mouth to quiet yourself. She looks bruisingly beautiful: the natural curves of her body are accentuated by the silky material of her dress, and her shoulders are covered in lace. An angel cast down from the heavens above. 

She smiles at the audience that’s filled with your close friends and family, offering little greetings as she passes them. Once she and her father make it to the altar, he pulls you in for a big hug, a few tears escaping his eyes. After he takes a step back, he looks between the two of you with pure pride on his face, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

The song ends, signalling for the two of you to join hands and face each other, and he returns to his seat. 

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the joyous union of Y/N L/N and Roseanne Park. Two souls destined to find their way to one another, travelling millions of miles in the process. We come together to revel in this fact and send them into their new life together with all of our support.” The officiator says into the microphone, smiling at the two of you. You can tell he loves his job, and he’s damn good at it. 

Rosé’s grip on your hand tightens as she tries to contain her tears, but you’re quick to assure her that it’s alright. “You can cry, baby.” At your words, her lip is released from between her teeth, and her tears begin to flow. You wipe them away, stepping closer to rest your forehead against hers. 

The ceremony continues on and the two of you recite the personal vows you wrote. Somehow, unbeknownst to you, there doesn’t seem to be a limit to how much you can cry in one sitting. Rosé is having the same problem, seeing as how her makeup is smudging some as the tears wash the substances away. You don’t care though, and you make it a point to remind her of that; she’s never looked more beautiful to you.

“I do.” You choke out, beaming at her as you run your thumb across her knuckles.

“I do.” She responds, impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits for those final words from the officiator. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

Her lips are on yours before he even finishes the phrase, her hand resting on the back of your neck as she pulls you in closer. Your lips move with hers in perfect time, working to seal your union in the best way possible. “I love you, forever,” she whispers against your lips. 

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Present Day, 1:17 AM

In order to spare you from the overwhelming sadness that you’re being subjected to now, your brain takes you back to those happy times from the past. When Rosé still made time for you; when she loved you. 

Even though you hate it, you still find her in everything. The bright sunshine of the early morning reminds you of all the times she would wake you up with kisses, holding you close. The songbirds outside of your window bring to mind when you’d come home to find her at the piano, alternating between striking the keys and strumming her guitar as her beautiful voice carried out across the house. 

You miss that Rosé, so, so much. The Rosé that would call you in between sessions at the studio, if only for 5 minutes. The Rosé that longed to hear your voice after a long day; who fell into your arms the second that she shuffled through the door after practice. 

As time has passed, though, she’s seemed to fade more and more from your life; missed calls and texts have become a given, and it takes everything in you to mask your sorrow. Anyone who knows you well at all can easily see through the facade: you’re now a shell of who you once were, your normally vibrant and cheery self gone. You attempt to hide your sadness behind a smile, but it never really works out; your eyes don’t shine like they used to, and your lips don’t quite tweak up at the corners in the special way they had before. 

But you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Your reason for crying tonight is simple: for the hundredth time this month, she’s cancelled your date night plans, opting to spend the time working instead. The argument that the two of you had earlier replays in your mind:

"I don't have a choice."

Except, she did. She could choose you, choose to take a break, if only for the evening. You never ask too much of her, knowing that she can't handle even more stress competing with what she already has from the company and media. Being an idol is hard enough, and you know you can never fully wrap your head around everything that's expected of her.

Though, that makes this all the more ridiculous. All you've asked for is a couple hours of her time -- for her to relax with you and get away from it all. Earlier that day you had gone to the store and picked up all the necessary materials to treat her to a little spa day, complete with bath and body oils, face masks, and even some bath bombs. 

"Asking my wife to spend an evening with me is not unreasonable, Rosé."

"I'm not having this argument again, Y/N. I get enough shit from everyone else; I don't need any extra from you."

Maybe it was something in how she said it, so final and hateful, her face coming to rest in a scowl. Her arms were crossed as she stood in front of you, and you could see the muscles in her jaw clench and release repeatedly. In some twisted way, part of you was glad to have this encounter; it hurt like hell, but at least she was paying attention to you. She hadn't looked at you for this long in a while.

Before you can even get another word out, she sighs, saying, "I don't have time for this. I have to go back to the studio." 

Just as she turns to go, you catch her wrist. With a slightly annoyed look, she turns to face you.

"If you walk out that door then I'm leaving; at least for the night. We need to talk about this, but if you don't care enough to even give me that, then…" you trail off, tilting your head slightly. You want her to apologize, to say how wrong she's been for doing all of this to you -- but she doesn't. Her expression is tired, irritation written plainly for you to see. She pulls her arm away, offering a petty, "Oh well," with a shrug before exiting the house. 

How could she be so cold? Maybe that's what hurt the most. Seeing the love of your life turn into someone completely different than who you fell for stung more than any argument ever could. The reality is that she's not the same person anymore. Accepting that would be half of the battle in and of itself. 

Your heart is betraying itself, stuck in a sticky situation: you're constantly struggling between your love for her and the respect you hold for yourself. Half of you wants to stay, to make her listen and fight for this; but the other half of you, perhaps the more rational side, knows that that won't work now. You've tried that already, you reason with yourself, racking your brain for any new way to get through to her. 

Sometimes it's like she forgets all of the sacrifices you make for the relationship. Despite having your own busy schedule to deal with, you always make time for her. So why could she never do the same for you?

It's obvious that in its current state, this relationship is only wrecking your mental health -- a testament to that is every night you've spent lying awake, sobbing into your pillow as your list of insecurities grows longer and longer. She used to be the person you'd run to when negative thoughts plagued your mind, her sweet words of love showing how much she valued you. But all of that's gone now, leaving you with a shattered heart and racing mind. When had you stopped being enough?

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It’s late, well past 4AM when Rosé manages to make it home. Practice absolutely wrecked her today, leaving her body exhausted from dancing and throat sore from all the singing she had to do. She’s more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out. 

One thing that always stayed the same was your sleeping arrangement. No matter how much Rosé hurt you, you still slept in the same bed. Her subconscious was always kinder to you than she was, anyway; the two of you would cuddle in close like before, her arms wrapped around you as she slept peacefully. No arguments or yelling, you could always count on the nights to heal your heart a little bit. 

As she enters the empty bedroom, the memory of your argument from earlier that day comes flooding back. She remembers that you said you were leaving, but part of her didn't fully believe you. She should've known better -- you always keep your word. Guilt washes over her, and she gently taps her head against the wall as a sort of self-punishment for her previous actions. Why did she say that to you? The hurt look in your eyes broke her heart, but she couldn’t afford to skip practice, especially with the comeback quickly approaching. In retrospect, she should’ve just told you that she didn’t feel prepared, and that’s why this practice had been so important. Even though she doesn’t show it, you still mean the world to her. She just so happens to be her own worst enemy. 

With a heavy sigh, she makes her way to the bathroom; there she finds a cute little basket of goodies next to the tub, and a note on the counter of the sink. She approaches the basket first, quickly discovering that it holds some of her favorite self-care items from the local store. Yet again, a deep pang of guilt courses through her upon realizing that you had prepared that for her. Defeated, she picks up the note. 

Roseanne,

If you’re reading this, then I’ve already left. I don’t want you to worry, if you even still care enough to do that, so I decided to leave this letter for you. I’ll be staying with my friend for the next while. I don’t know how long, but that depends entirely on you. I’ve tried to communicate with you, but we’re getting nowhere; we both know it. We’re not who we used to be, Rosé, and I hate that. I want us to be happy again, but it seems that I can’t do that for you. If you want to end things, let me know. 

- Y/N

Rosé’s heart is breaking, splintering into a million different pieces and leaving her with no possible way to collect them all. How had she so royally fucked this up? She only has herself to blame, and she knows that; she can’t believe that she let things get like this. She had been so blinded by the stress that she lost sight of the most important thing in her life: you. It’s slowly sinking in that she very well might lose you for good this time, and she doesn’t know how to cope with that. She can survive without her career, but she knows she can’t go on without you.

-----  La Rêverie, 2 Weeks Later -----

She only intended to walk by -- to see if you were there and safe. But as she gazes through the windows, peeking into the place that houses so many of her dearest memories, she’s transfixed. Her eyes land on you, finding you hard at work in the kitchen. It’s always been where you go when you’re stressed or upset about something -- two things that Rosé knows she’s the cause of.

You’re in your element, face donning a look of pure concentration as you prepare what she assumes is a new dish. Your hair’s in a bun, a few strands coming down to fall around your face as you move about. Gravity takes its time in gently coaxing them out of the tie's hold, and Rosé’s breath hitches at how beautiful you look; it’s as if she’s falling for you all over again. She’s always admired your skills, but they hold a whole new meaning now, an unspoken tension in every movement you make. 

How had she been so selfish? You had been there for her all along, waiting patiently for the day that she would come to her senses. You would always have dinner ready -- usually one of her favorites, hoping that would spark something again -- but she always brushed you off. She never stayed long enough to see the crushed look on your face, or how the pain was becoming clearer and clearer by the day. She realizes now just how much of a toll her actions have taken on the both of you; you're still just as breathtaking as ever to her, but that special sparkle in your eye has long been eclipsed by something more dull. You're tired of being let down repeatedly, stuck in a constant loop of excuses and avoidance, and Rosé can't blame you for a second.  

The time apart hasn't been kind to her at all; there hasn't been a single day that's gone by where you haven't consumed her thoughts. She misses you so badly it hurts, and even now, despite being so close to you, separated only by the walls of the restaurant, you've never been further away. 

The distant sound of a car alarm cuts through the silence, simultaneously scaring her and drawing your attention. Before you can spot her, she ducks down; there’s no way that she can face you yet. Taking this as a sign, she decides to leave.

She’s spent the past 2 weeks attempting to spare you by not coming around; she thinks you need time away from her to deal with everything she’s put you through, and she doesn’t want to upset you anymore than she already has. Ever-torn, part of you is glad that she’s stayed away; however, another part of you just wants to see her again. You miss the nights more than you thought you would. 

--- A Few Days Later ---

Steady sheets of rain pound harshly against the window, vibrating the latches with each gust of wind. Times like these are always the worst, especially when you don’t have Rosé to calm you down. Violent thunderstorms never fail to frighten you, and this one in particular seems like it’ll be the worst one of the season. Swiftly padding over to the window, you sneak a quick peek outside, only to find the branches of the large oak tree that occupies the yard swaying in the wind with reckless abandon. The sight terrifies you, but you do your best to keep yourself from panicking, even having to do some breathing exercises. Your friend can sleep through anything, and you know she needs the rest; so, you stay in the spare bedroom that she’s so graciously allowing you to reside in, and lie awake. 

Across the city, Rosé is tossing and turning. The storm hasn’t fully reached its peak there yet, but she knows how worried you must be. Tears spring to her eyes at the thought of you huddled up under the covers, body trembling in fear as the storm rages on. The deep-rooted shame that she’s grown so accustomed to since you left plagues her conscience, making her even more disgusted with herself. 

After turning over yet again, her eyes land on the picture she has of the two of you propped up on the nightstand. It was taken on your wedding day, that stunning view of the venue paling in comparison to your beauty. A sense of determination washes over her -- determination to make you that happy again someday, in whatever way she can -- and she gets out of bed to collect a few materials. She’ll do whatever it takes.

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The sound of a car door slamming perks your ears up, and your curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly pulling the curtain back, you’re beyond shocked to see Rosé out there, holding something in her hand. Just as you lean in closer to the window to try and see what it is, her caller ID pops up on your phone. 

“Come downstairs, please.” 

Even with the vast array of emotions coursing through you at the moment, you’re only focused on getting her inside and out of harm’s way. 

You nearly knock the door off its hinges with how quickly you snap it open. To your surprise, she’s still standing by her car, but now you can see what she was holding before; a white sign with black writing on it. The words are barely legible with how much it's raining, the dye of the marker horribly smudged, but you can make out: “I’m sorry! I’m an idiot.” It’s like something out of romantic drama.

Before you can even comment on everything that’s happening, Rosé begins the speech that she’s been trying to piece together ever since you left. 

She has to raise her voice so you can hear her over the storm. You wonder why she doesn’t just come in, but you think that maybe she’s doing it to show you that she’s willing to punish herself by standing out in the elements. “No words that I say will ever be able to fix the pain that my actions caused. You don’t deserve any of the shit I put you through, and I hate myself for being such a coward. I was too immature to look past my own struggles and just talk to you about them.” 

Now, she takes a few cautious steps towards the front door, testing the waters as she scans your face to gauge how you’re feeling. “I guess I just thought I could deal with it like I always do. But losing you showed me how wrong I was; I love you so much, Y/N. I don’t want to end things; I’ll never want that. You’re my world, baby; I’m so sorry that it took me this long to see what was right in front of me.” 

How are you to respond to that? Can you trust her? She looks more sincere in this moment than she has in a long time, and that puts you a little more at ease. Her eyes are begging -- pleading -- with you to believe her, and after a moment you step to the side, wordlessly telling her to come in. You don’t even realize that you’re crying until a few stray tears drip onto your shirt, leaving little marks in their wake. She has to restrain herself from reaching out and wiping them away; she has no idea when -- or if -- you’ll be able to forgive her. 

Soft pitter-patter of the water running off of her coat echoes lightly across the foyer, serving as white noise for the conversation you’re having. Her sniffles work in tandem with it, and she bites back her sobs in order to get the words out. 

“I know this won’t be fixed overnight, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me. I won’t blame you for a second if you can’t forgive me, either. I just couldn’t let you get away without a fight.”

With each new fresh batch of tears that settle in your eyes, you have to work twice as hard to blink them away. “I-I don’t know what to say, Rose. You’re the only person in this world capable of hurting me that badly, because you mean more to me than anyone else. But I never thought you’d treat me like that. Do you know how many times I doubted myself, thinking I did something wrong?” Your tone is bitter now, voice conveying the pain from those months of anguish that you had to endure, and Rosé hangs her head. 

“I know that now, Y/N, and I know that I can never take it back. But God, how I wish I could. I’d do anything in my power to take that pain away. It was never your fault; none of it was.”

You know she’s being honest. After seeing the opposite for so long, it’s easy to spot when she’s telling the truth. You nod a couple times, deciding to pull her in for a long-overdue hug. She’s motionless at first, not quite knowing if you want her to return it or not, but the second that you quietly say, “Hold me, Rosé,” she’s scooping you up in her arms like her life depends on it. Her head rests in the crook of your neck, and the two of you cry together, letting all of the pent up frustration and sadness leave your bodies. 

After standing there, embracing one another for who knows how long, she pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze subtly falls to your lips, but you don’t fail to notice. “Can I?” She asks gently, raising her eyes back up to yours. “Yes.” You utter, nearly swooning as her soft lips brush against your own. You’ve missed them. 

Her chilled hands cup your cheeks with purpose, and you can feel water running off the ends of her hair and onto your chest.

She kisses you in such a poetic way: softly, as if you might break at any moment, but urgently, like a lost soldier finally returning to the arms of their lover. She wants to make you feel how sorry she is, how much she loves you, and this seems like the perfect place to start.

“I love you, jerk,” you say through your tears, brushing your thumb along her cheek as you look into her eyes.

“And I love you, angel.” She picks you up, spinning you around a couple of times before setting you back down on your feet. 

After a moment, you glace at the window. “Shhhh, wait. Do you hear that?”

She cocks her head to the side as she listens closely for any potential noise that you might be talking about, but she hears nothing. “No? I don’t hear anything…” 

“Exactly; the rain stopped.”

“Huh. I guess it did its job, then.” She smiles, silently thanking the universe for working in its wonderful ways. It brought the two of you back to one another, and neither of you can contain your happiness. Maybe you don’t hate storms as much after all...

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DATING SUPER JUNIOR HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Junghoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He always gets very shy whenever he’s affectionate with you. He can’t help but blush when he gets close to you and feels your touch. Whilst he’s very assured in your relationship, any affection makes him feel a lot more comfortable and loved.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

It took a while for Junghoon to even approach you when you first started working at the company. Hyukjae was actually the one who spotted him staring at you and pushed him to walk over and talk to you. His first words to you were a mess, you were clueless to exactly what he was saying, but that didn’t stop the two of you soon getting to know each other.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Junghoon is very much a romantic, he loves the idea of having a love like the movies. To confess, he’d set up a beautiful dinner at his apartment for you both that you could enjoy. Something about the evening felt strange all night, he’d never done something as grand as this for you before, but as he began to confess, you couldn’t help but smile as you realised all of this was his way of telling you he wanted to be with you.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved going on outdoor dates with you exploring different places. You’d often go out for walks together with his dogs, finding new places around the city. He also loved cafes, so lots of coffee dates were arranged for you both, especially in the middle of your busy schedules. When he had a bit more time, he’d arrange grander dates for you, he put plenty of effort into the meticulous details of your dates together. He was very careful in making sure everything was perfect, paying close attention to the things that you liked and disliked so he could always take you by surprise (which of course, he did every single time.)

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Unlike the other members of the group, Junghoon had been less desperate to date and find someone. He believed in fate, especially when he met you. He always believed that when the time was right, the one would come to him, and it certainly felt that way the first time he saw you at SM. Whilst he knew starting a relationship was going to be tough, especially with his career, he was prepared to put in as much effort as was needed to make everything work, if anyone was able to calmly figure things out, it was definitely Junghoon.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you very rarely argue, that’s one of the best bits about your relationship. Junghoon isn’t one to start to an argument for no reason, if he’s unhappy, he’ll usually send you a glare that will let you know he’s not in the mood. If, for any reason the two of you do argue, Junghoon believes space is needed. He’ll head out for a walk or grab himself a coffee before coming back to your place so that the two of you can talk things through. He’s very protective of his love for you, fighting really does take it out on him, especially when an argument drags on rather than being quickly forgotten about.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were very aware of how close he was to his brother especially which made you nervous, but Junghoon had told them enough positive things about you for them to not be able to love you. You were very shy when you first met them, but quickly came out of your shell as his family welcomed you with open arms.

H ⇴ HOME

Junghoon doesn’t like to be alone for long periods of time, so quite soon into your relationship he’ll begin to invite you to stay the night. As a few months pass, he begins to consider moving you in permanently. You knew how keen he was to have the company at home, and you couldn’t turn down the chance to spend even more time with Junghoon, so when he offered, you quickly accepted and moved your stuff together.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Being such a romantic, he was determined to be the first to say, ‘I love you,’ He dedicated a whole night to be able to tell you exactly how he felt, sitting you down on one of the park benches as your night came to an end. He had you worried for a few moments, until he finally told you exactly how he felt. His long speech concluded with those three words, which brought a smile to both your faces.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s been teased enough times by the boys to know to take things as a joke, but that doesn’t stop him getting jealous from time to time. He’s very protective of your relationship and doesn’t share many details with the members which often adds fuel to the fire. Luckily for him, you’re very reassuring in humouring the boys and then making him feel better when the two of you have some time together. Whenever he got jealous, he got very shy. He wouldn’t smile along with their jokes anymore, instead he’d pull a face which let everyone know that he wasn’t impressed.

K ⇴ KIDS

Whenever he was around children, he always had a smile on his face, unable to wait for the chance to have his own. It wasn’t long after you’d moved into his place that he began to talk to you about the future. When you told him how you’d always wanted to have kids too, he couldn’t believe his luck. Junghoon had already done a good job being dad to Kkoming and Melo, so surely a baby couldn’t be too different, could it?

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He had one of the most distinctive laughs in the group, the hoarse cackle that he let rip of always brought a smile to your face. His dry humour always made you giggle; he was very sarcastic which you loved about him. He’d make you laugh whenever he clapped back at one of the boys, seeing how quite they got when Junghoon gave back a taste of their own medicine always made you so happy. He wasn’t quite as much of a giggler as some of the other members, so whenever he did laugh, you made sure to savour it and appreciate it as you were never too sure when you’d hear it again.

M ⇴ MISSING

Junghoon attaches very quickly to things that are important to him, so when he’s away from you, he’ll certainly find it tough. Every day, without fail, he’ll give you a ring so he can see for himself how you are and check on the dogs too. The boys can also tell how hard he finds it, even Hyukjae and Kyuhyun ease off him when he’s missing you. Every day starts with a countdown to getting back home to you, and as soon as he is, he’ll refuse to let go of you for quite some time. He’ll sit you down and show you all the photos he took from his time abroad, retelling every single story so it felt like you were there with him too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He’s very old school, ‘love,’ is usually how Junghoon will refer to you, just like the romantic he was. You were a little more varied, but ‘bub,’ was usually the term that you used most to address him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your presence, as weird as it sounds, your company was what he thought of the most and what he loved about you more than anything else. Just having you in the room was enough for him.

P ⇴ PDA

Junghoon was never big on PDA, he much preferred to keep affection as a private thing. If he became too affectionate with you, he’d definitely make himself a target for someone to tease. If someone were to ask about you in an interview though, he’d be more than happy to gush about how happy you made him, even if the other members were messing around either side of him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Being so adventurous, Junghoon would often as you where you wanted to go. The two of you would head in any direction you felt like to explore, neither of you could ever predict where exactly you’d end up.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He’s well known to often have his camera in his hands, and he loves to take photos of you and your relationship. In his spare time, he loves to scrapbook the memories that the two of you had made, saving tickets or empty packets that he can keep alongside them to remember the day by. He’ll always get incredibly shy whenever he shows you what he’s made, taking you by surprise with all the photos he’d taken when you weren’t looking.

S ⇴ SEX

Very intimate, his romantic side really does come out during these times. He’s a soft dom, he likes to take control and look after you, but he’s never rough. His hands often explore your body and make sure that you feel appreciated, a lot of sweet nothings are also used. He likes to take his time, and make each time special for you both, he’s never quick and never rushes anything, he wants to make sure each moment is valuable.

T ⇴ TEXTS

It’s rare that he’ll text you with words, usually your messages from him are photos that he’s taken to let you know what he’s doing with his day. You’ll always reply with a photo back so that he can see what you’re up to as well.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Junghoon could never quite put his finger on what you meant to him, simply because he didn’t feel like words were enough. It was hard for him really to describe how important you were to him or how much you’d changed his life.

V ⇴ VACATION

He loved to make the most out of your vacations, making as many memories as possible. His camera will come with you both to every place that you go so he can take photos and remember the times that you enjoy together. Every day is a new adventure with Junghoon, he’ll put a lot of research into finding places that the two of you can go, and of course, he’ll make sure he’s looked into all of the local restaurants too.

W ⇴ WHINING

There aren’t many times when Junghoon will whine, he’s very understanding that you do your own thing too, but if he’s alone for too long, he’ll certainly make it known he wants to be back with you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He usually tends to cuddle and hold you more than he kisses you, but when he does kiss you, he makes sure to be delicate and careful. He’ll often press kisses against your cheek as he knows it always makes you blush, tucking your hair behind your ear so he can get to the exposed piece of skin. Other times, he’ll press kisses to your lips, but they’re usually reserved for when the two of you are by yourself and he can be a bit more playful.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the love of his life, there was no other way that it could be described.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d always stay up at night and wait until the moment that you fell asleep to go to sleep himself. He always took great care of you at night, he’d lay sometimes for hours if you were having a restless night, holding you until you dozed off.

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