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authorforrosie · 4 months
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Title: In Another Life
Pairing: Rosé x female reader
Warning: Death, sadness, angst, no happy ending.
Author Notes: This is very much angst and sad without a happy ending. This is for every person who lost a loved one before.❤️ I wrote 1632 words into this one part storyline.
Rosé Park loved the love of her life Y/N more than anything in the whole universe. She would've done everything for Y/N. both wanted to marry, have children and grow old together. Until the news of Y/N's sudden passing. That changed her for the rest of her entire life. It would be changing Blackpink as well. Since all the members are very close towards you. Y/N has been like a sister to her bandmates.
You both have been together since around four years in a happy relationship. Yes you had fights and arguments here and there. Nevertheless you both worked through them together while apologizing to each other. Lisa absolutely loved you as Rosé's girlfriend. Jennie and Jisoo always support the relationship of you both with all the happiness in the whole world.
Rosé was singing her part of their song stay. Jennie hugged her and held her when Rosé cried tears of sadness mixed with longing for Y/N. She wanted to be in Y/N's arms where she always feels safe. Her bandmates understood how much she is missing Y/N. They miss Y/N as well since Y/N always has been making them happy with her existence.
Rosé was on the Stage giving everything she can to make blinks happy. She was doing a lot of Fan Service with Jennie and Lisa to make blinks the happiest. Until someone from backstage came to get her backstage. Jennie, Jisoo and Lisa already watched her with a worried expression on their face which they quickly hide again through putting on a happy act.
Rosé followed the staff backstage with a worried expression until she saw her manager in their dressing room. Tears rolled down the cheeks of her manager.
„Rosé sit down, there's something that I have to tell you. It's very important." Demanded Rosé's manager with sadness in her voice.
Rosé sat down with a worried expression on her face. She felt her manager holding her hands while another staff silently went out the dressing room.
„How do I tell you this Rosie. I've got a call a few minutes ago about your girlfriend. The hospital called you on the phone. I know you couldn't take on the call because you was on stage I took on the call. Your girlfriend Y/N passed away." Announced Rosé's manager with sadness in her voice.
Rosé couldn't progress the words since she was in a deep shock. She only knows that her manager called her name and that everything became black in front of her eyes. Not knowing that in this moment her best friends/bandmates joined her backstage when she passed out.
Her bandmates cried when they got the information that Y/N passed away. Since Y/N has been like a little sister to all of them. They won't know what would happen to blackpink for a few months since they know they needed to grief.
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Jennie, Jisoo and Lisa sat in the waiting room of a hospital where Rosé was rushed to. Alice told them she passed out because the shock was too much. All of them held each other for many hours since the doctors wanted to check Rosé if she had injuries from the fall of a chair.
„Is here anyone related for Roseanne Park...?" Asked a doctor with professionalism in his voice.
Alice, Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa got up from the uncomfortable black chairs. The doctor went closer towards them.
„I am Alice Park, Rosé's older sister. How is my little sister Rosé...?" Answered Alice with worry in her voice.
Alice shook hands with the doctor both had a serious expression on the face. Jennie pat Alice back a few times to show her a sign that she isn't alone.
„Your sister Rosé has no injuries from the fall. She will wake up soon. Please be very careful around her. We don't know how she will mental react when she wakes up later. You can see her I will bring you guys to her hospital room" Said the doctor with professionalism and seriousness in his voice.
Alice, Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa followed the doctor who got them to Rosé's hospital room. All of them felt sadness when they thought about you being gone. They couldn't believe that you passed away so sudden without any signs before.
Jisoo already held Lisa and Jennie in her arms since she knew how easily they cry. Jisoo already felt a tear rolling down her cheek. Alice watched Rosé through the window as Rosé still looked outside with an emotionless expression on her face.
Jisoo went into the hospital room standing next to Rosé's hospital bed. She took Rosé's hand into her own hand. Her thumbs slowly rubbed Rosé's knuckles as a sign that she will never be alone.
„I know you don't want to talk right now and that you wanna progress everything. Just know that we are here for you no matter how much you will try to push us away. You aren't alone. We can only imagine the pain of losing the love of your life that you are going through." announced Jisoo with comfort and softness in her voice.
Jisoo kissed Rosé's cheek with a worried expression on her face. Jennie, Lisa and Alice kissed Rosé's cheek after Jisoo. Rosé didn't react since she has been far too shocked mentally and physically.
Alice knows that Rosé won't talk much for the next few months. She needs everyone to be there for her though. Lisa knows that the funeral will be very hard for Rosé. Lisa promised herself that she will be there for Rosé on the funeral to hold her when she breaks down.
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Alice sat next at Rosé's hospital bed with a sad expression on her face. Her heart broke for her little sister since she knew how much Rosé loved Y/N. If Alice is honest she would say that she wanted Y/N and Rosé to marry since Y/N was already like a sister-in-law for her.
„How is she...?" Asked Jisoo with worry in her voice. Jisoo never saw Rosé like this. It scared her to the soul and heart. She knew they couldn't take away Rosé's pain, they could only help her through the pain.
Alice didn't know how to answer Jisoo she only knew that Rosé will never be the woman she was before.
„She is still the same, very quietly. I know soon she will cry and then she needs us to hold her. I've never seen her like this. I must confess that I am scared of Rosie never getting through this pain you know. Since the pain of losing Y/N will never go away, it will only hurt less." Answered Alice with sadness, fear and worry in her voice.
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Rosé stood in between Jisoo and Lisa who held her in their arms. Her head leaned on Lisa's shoulder meanwhile Jisoo rubbed her back for comfort. Rosé couldn't stop crying, it felt like her heart was torn out of her chest. She missed her Y/N so much. Her family, friends and bandmates have been crying as well since the memories of Y/N replayed in their minds.
Everyone loved Y/N since she always motivated when someone wasn't feeling well, she was very caring even to strangers who took advantage of her kindness, she was kind to all people especially animals and she always had a warm golden kind heart. Which needed to be protected by her loved ones.
Y/N's family didn't hesitate to pull Rosé in their arms with tears rolling down their cheeks. A close friend gave them all tissues to wipe their tears away. The picture that got chosen of Y/N was really beautiful. Her smile brightened everyone's life for better. The smile showed happiness and joy.
Y/N has been a very quiet shy child in her childhood, who rather has not many friends than many fake friends. She always disliked boys and thought that they had the cootie. That's what Y/N's family told everyone when they came together. The hardest time has been Y/N's first death anniversary. Rosé almost couldn't leave the bed she cried until she fell back asleep. This repeated the whole day until her bandmates laid on the couch next at her.
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After two years felt Rosé way better. She realized through her bandmates that it isn't healthy to grief for too long. Her brain was ready to accept that Y/N would be looking down at her from somewhere up above. Y/N won't want her to cry for the rest of her life. The pain of losing her loved one has been hurting less.
That's why she suddenly stood in front Y/N's grave thinking about the 'if' questions. A part of her will never understand why the love of her life had to be gone too soon. At the same she couldn't wait what the future had to offer towards her. Rosé knows that she will never love anyone as much as she loved Y/N. Her true love.
„I love you. Y/N. In another life I will find you and be with you again. The love of my entire life. Thank you for everything baby." Whispered Rosé with love and softness in her voice.
That's exactly when she felt a little bit wind around her. Which she took as a sign that Y/N was always with her. Since she will continue being alive in Rosé heart where their memories are.
„In another life." Whispered Rosé with happiness, sadness and acceptance in her voice. Before she walked away after laying down Y/N's favorite flowers on the grave and kissing the grave stone.
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crystylecore · 4 months
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pov: cozy christmas at home with rosé
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myouicieloz · 6 months
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Sweetest dreams
Park Chaeyoung x reader
Synopsis: it’s been long since you’ve had a girls night with your best friend, Rosé. also, it’s been long since you’ve been having many non-friendly dreams regarding the blonde, too. luckily, she knows you and your body too well, and is all willing to help.
Warnings: smut. nsfw. dom!rosé x sub!reader
Word count: 2.6k
Notes: this is a fairly worn out prompt but i’m trying to get back to writing so… i hope it doesn’t suck too much. love you bunnies ^^ xx ps: not proofread! sorry :/ it’s late and i have an exam tmr
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Rosé’s tongue was all over your body, making you shiver. She trails sweet kisses over your skin, her mouth lingering lower and lower until she reached the middle of your thighs, making you moan as you grab her hair to pull her face to your needy cunt. Your skin felt on fire, and you needed release so bad…
In a blink, however, you found yourself almost falling off the bed, pajamas sticking to your sweaty skin and heart roaming loudly. You gathered yourself back to a safe place in bed and, taking deep breaths, tried to remind yourself it was just a dream. An excellent, forbidden one.
Once again, you were dreaming of fucking your best friend. Those dreams were beginning to happen frequently, now, no matter how hard you tried to suppress your feelings for her. Rosé was simply everywhere: in advertisements, banners, commercials… She was, indeed, the moment. It was impossible to ignore her presence and effect on your body, even though you tried. Hard.
As you managed to calm yourself down, you took notice of how wet you were. Your panties were sticking to your cunt, and you simply felt the urge to be filled. It was uncomfortable and made you incredibly frustrated, even more since the dream had felt so real… it was almost like Rosé was actually between your thighs, pleasing you until your body went numb.
You could only wish, though.
“Y/n, love, what’s wrong?” You felt the rosé’s arms on your back, tracing soothing circles, as she usually did when you woke up from a nightmare. She knew you were prone to those, often facetiming her in the middle of the night to have her keep you company until you managed to fall asleep.
However, it wasn’t a nightmare this time.
You and Rosé have been best friends since high school, and she was thrilled to welcome you to Korea when you got into Hanyang University, in Seoul. Your friendship only got stronger as she debuted and even now, with her idol life and your work in tech, you’d always find some time to talk to each other and hang out. You were close— she was your closest friend, even though she was frequently physically away for the most, and Rosé would always make some time to have sleepovers with you, whenever she came back to Korea. It was a ritual you’ve grown accustomed to for many years now, and it was extremely relaxing and soothing: to just gossip, eat snacks and watch cringey movies until you fell asleep in her enormous bed, passed out from exhaustion.
That was until you started having those damn dreams about her, months ago.
Sensing that you wouldn’t answer, Rosé scooped herself closer, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Just tell me, dear, and we’ll fix it. Is it another nightmare?”
You shook her head, shutting your eyes to avoid staring at the blonde’s attentive gaze. If Rosé took a single look at you, she’d know you were terribly aroused right away.
Somehow, Rosé always knows everything that happens to you.
Gently grabbing your chin, she inspected every inch of your face.
“Not a nightmare?” You mumbled in response, shaking your head. Her brows furrowed, and she stood on her elbows. “What then, love?”
Her hand was still tracing circles on your back, and God, her touch was driving you crazy. You were absolutely conscious of the wet pool in your panties and couldn’t help but wonder what would it feel like if her long, graceful fingers went a bit further, until they reached your slit and—
“J-just a dream.” the pillow muffled your voice. “Silly dream.”
“It’s not silly, dear. Not if it bothers you. Do you want to tell me what was it about?” Rosé offered, finally stopping to stroke your back. She was awake now, focused on you.
It makes you shiver.
“It’s ok, really.” You gulped, pushing the covers to get off the bed and from the temptation that was having the blonde so close. “I just have to use the restroom real quick.”
Her hands gripped your thighs to stop you from getting up, nails scratching your needy skin. You let out a low grasp, immediately putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. It didn’t matter, now. Of course she heard you moan like a little bitch at her slightest touch. You grabbed her wrists, but didn’t motion to pull her from you, either.
“Y/n, look at me.” Her assertive tone was the same you’ve heard many times, although directed to other people. The one she used when she wanted something done quickly and without much questioning; the one of a leader. Naturally, you did as told, staring hesitantly at her darkened eyes. “Tell me what you’ve just dreamt about.”
You gulped, mumbling a set of incoherent phrases until a squeeze on your thigh made you inhale deeply, trying to gather some courage. “Promise not to laugh? Or to hate me?”
“Never, dearest.” Rosé smiled at you, just as she has done countless times before, which soothes most of your nerves away. “We tell each other everything, right? So tell me.”
Her hands, the ones still brushing your thighs with care, made it difficult to breathe and to speak clearly. You’ve always loved that Rosé was an affectionate person, but that seemed a lot different, now. Her touch was clearly different.
You don’t think you can get any wetter than that; your insides felt so drenched you feared you’d be leaving a wet spot in Rosé’s sheets once you got up. Your skin was on fire and your hands trembled, expecting. You wondered what would Rosé do once you finally confess your dirtiest, sluttiest things you. Would she tell you off? Would she say she only thought of you as a friend, and that you were mixing things up?
Still, for the first time in your life, you decided to risk it.
“I-I,” Your voice faltered, too scared to say anything and fuck up your friendship, but as rosé kissed your hair gently, you continued, “I dreamt you were eating me out. There, I said it. That was it.”
You shut your eyes, feeling your face getting all flustered. She must think you’re such a pervert, now. Why wouldn’t she, with you edging yourself on her bed like a whore?
You didn’t want ruin your friendship, nor did you want Rosé to think of you as one of the many people who only wanted her for her body, her money or her fame.
Again, you motioned to get up, mumbling excuses and adding you were going home immediately, but the smaller girl managed to place herself in front of you, a sneaky smile dancing on her lips.
“Do you want me to?” She licked her lips, staring at your mouth expectantly. you didn’t answer immediately, with your mind still clouded, making her jump in her place. “Eat you out, I mean. Do you?”
You choked on your saliva as you gulped hard, staring at her in disbelief. “If I want you to—“
“Wait. I have a better idea,” Rosé pushed you as she placed herself between your thighs, “Just don’t think so much, Y/n.”
Before you could say anything, the blonde had already taken your panties out, diving into your cunt with hunger. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as she works her way in, your hands flying to her hair to push her even further.
She doesn’t let you breathe or even compose yourself as her hands roam through your body, soon getting rid of your big shirt.
“You taste so good, Y/n-nie.” She murmurs, although it clearly isn’t directed at you. Her gazed is focused on your sex, lazily playing with your clit as she licks and sucks, “Just as I always knew you would. Took you too fucking long.”
“R-rosie…” You mumble, too lost in pleasure to properly tell her what you want her to do with you. Rosé is skilled, and you try your best to ignore the piercing feeling that bruises your heart as you realize she’s obviously had lots of practice. Thankfully, said thoughts are promptly vanished from your brain as the blonde’s fingers open you up, allowing her to slip her tongue inside your entrance in a languid pace. Her movements are messy and her saliva, mixed with your wetness, runs in a thin line through her chin as she moans. The vibrations of her voice echo through your cunt with enough strength to make you cum on the spot, and it takes you much strength to just not give in.
She looks divine, all collected while you’re a shuddering mess, her tongue now making circling movements everywhere as she plays with your sex as much as she wants to. You can feel your abdomen heating up to your orgasm, and part of you hates that she’s so good at this: you don’t want it to end so soon.
“‘M-m close,” You manage to mumble, gripping her hair even tighter to push her into your dripping pussy. To your dismay, she retreats herself quickly, giving your pussy a final, sloppy kiss as she distances herself from between your thighs.
You whine, almost crying to have your pleasure ruined. You stand on your elbows to stare at Rosé, cocking your head to the sides to try to figure her out. Hadn’t you been good? You did tell her about your dreams, just as she asked demandedy you to. Why were you being punished, then?
Laughing at your confusion, Rosé pulls herself up to meet your face, taking you in for a lusty kiss. She liked it messy, it’s not difficult to notice. Your mouths were both red and bruised from the intensity of your actions, with the blonde dominating all corners of your mouth completely, until you too had tasted the saltness of your juices mixed with her intoxicating taste; one you’ve dreamt about for so long.
“I’m not trying to ruin your fun, babe.” She murmurs, tapping your thighs, so you’re positioned on top of her as she lies down, bringing your red, swollen pussy onto her face. Somehow, Rosé always knows what you are thinking.
Her tone is low and sensual as she adds, giving your cunt shallow licks, “I just want you to cum on my face, exactly like this.”
You don’t have much of a choice, even so, as she grips her nails on your thighs and lowers your body to lap her mouth at your cunt once again, somehow even more dense than before. You didn’t mind the pain from her acrylic nails, though— too focused on regaining the familiar feeling that was already building up on your stomach to care about the marks it’d leave, later.
“You’re t-too good. Fuck!” Your eyes roll as you push yourself even further onto Rosé, not minding whether she was breathing or not. Although, from the way she rubs her own thighs and the lewd sounds she makes, you’re fairly able to notice she’s getting her fair amount of fun, too.
“You should’ve heard yourself, Y/n.” Rosé’s giggles are nothing but a mushed sound in your head, since all you were focused was on how sweet her lips tasted when colliding with your skin. Her greedy tongue sucked on your clit, making its way onto all your pussy just to pay attention to your swollen bud once again, circling and changing the amount of pressure she chose to apply. You felt one of her hands grip your breasts, pinching your nipples in a sudden movement that causes your eyes to open, making you focus on the blonde. It was so good, and you could feel your release starting to present itself, rushing down in strong waves that had your body begin to tremble slightly. “Moaning like a bitch for me, even in your dreams. You’re so nasty, you know? Wanting this so bad. Such a fucking whore.”
“R-rosie, please, I’m so fucking close. Let me cum, please, I s-swear I’ll do anything you want if you just let me fucking c—“ You beg, letting out a high-pitched moan as you feel her teeth nibbling the insides of your thighs.
You can feel her smiling under you as she commands. “Do it, my sweet. Let go, then.” And with one final harsh suck on your clit, you come hard, your whole body trembling as Rosé helps you extend your high by giving your pussy long, sloppy licks, collecting all of your cum as she does so.
You sigh, letting your body fall limp besides her. Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you’d wake up covered in bruises in the morning— and Rosé knew how much you thought it was corny to be marked like that.
However, it did make you let out a small giggle, knowing she probably did it on purpose, always finding little ways to defy you.
“God, you’re so pretty like this.” You feel her slim arms circle your waist, pulling you close to herself as she places little kisses on your shoulder and back. “Doesn’t even compare to how I imagined it, so many fucking times. I lost count, you know?Of how many.”
Instinctively, you found yourself leaning further as she finds her way to your neck, brushing your sticky, sweaty hair aside to make sure to leave an even bigger mess on your skin. It was only when you felt her fingers brush your ass and cup your cunt that you whined loudly, turning around to hide your head in the crook of her neck.
“One more, princess?” She asks, pecking your lips as she lifts your chin, eager to have a proper look at your fucked out face. For Rosé, it was the best sight in the world.
“S’ too soon, Rosie. Too much.” You mumble, looking down to where her hands rested. You’ve had a rough week at work, and now that your high has passed, you could feel the weariness reaching deep in your bones. You closed your eyes, hoping to rest for just a few seconds, but whined even more as you felt the weight of her on the bed gone.
“I��ll clean you up, then.” She clarified, smiling once you grabbed her wrists to keep her from going further away from you. You would rather not leave the warmth of her body, nor break the bubble of love and reassurance you were feeling, at the moment. “Just a few seconds, I promise. Then I’ll be right back with you.” Her promise was enough for you to let go of her arm, sighing in defeat.
You searched for one of Rosé’s numerous pillows— all splashed on the ground now. — and tried to make yourself comfortable while you watched her go to her bathroom, making a big effort to keep your eyes opened.
The next thing you felt were warm, delicate hands brushing your thighs with a warm towel. Rosé worked on you with care as she cleaned you, leaning in for another slow kiss as she noticed your attention on her.
“We have to talk about this, Rosie.” You murmured, making it her turn to grunt.
“Sure, we’ll talk.” She assured you, nodding. But as her hands were so warm, and she started massaging your skin just as she knew you liked it, you decided that talking could wait until morning, logically. “Sweet dreams, my sweet girl.”
Before you’ve even had time to acknowledge it, your body had given up to the land of dreams, unlike you intended to, and Rosé gave you a gentle kiss before scooping you up.
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yujinslovr · 8 months
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no bc dom bp makes my head spin???? espec dom!chaennie??? like imagine jennie (from ur prev jennie ask) bringing u around for her friends to use😰😰😰
her introducing you to them as her personal toy!;?;!;!($?’f aghshhshs she’d force you to wear the skimpiest outfit ever. like her telling them about how you tried to resist her but a slut like you obviously couldn’t resist for long SAYING THIS IN FRONT OF YOU?!(?;;!!;! you couldn’t do anything but keep your head low, wondering how it even got to this point.
her all of a sudden yanking your hair to have you look her in the eyes. tears forming at your water line due to the pain of her grip😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 her forcing you onto chaes lap, talking to rosé about you as if you were nothing but an object.
“use her however you want, just no hickies. only i can mark her.”
you couldn’t help the tears, realizing that a stranger was about to fuck you. you violently shaking your head trying to stand, but chae obvi couldn’t let you go just like that. she would take what she was promised.
“calm down baby, i’ll make sure you feel good”
HER WHISPERING IT INTO YOUR EAR?!?(!!;!;! her setting you aside to take out her cock and then immediately ripping off your tiny skirt. even if she hadn’t taken it off, it wouldn’t have made a difference since that skirt covered nothing. your eyes widening when you caught sight of her massive cock. IDCIDC CHAE HAS A MASSIVE DICK!!!
“it wont fit”
“i’ll make it fit”
SKDJSKSKD IM SUCH A SLUT BRO!?&;)?!(! i feel like chae would be big on foreplay though. her fondling your boobs, licking one of your nipples while twisting the other. when you were with jennie, it was all about her getting off. with chae it was like she enjoyed stimulating you.
at first you tried to resist, act like you didn’t want this, but as time went on you felt the act slowly dropping. you couldn’t hold back your sweet moans. her starting off slow but then like as time goes on she looses control. how could she not? with you moaning like a bitch, it was only natural for her to start going rough.
it feeling like your getting split open, her cock is just too big for you :(( IDK BUT I FEEL LIKE SHE’D EDGE YOU SM🤭🤭 like her knowing that you were about to come and then stopping and pulling out for that reason. she’d def wait for it to fully die down and then push herself back in, continuing the torture.
shed edge you for hours if she could. the way your face scrunched up when you felt you orgasm arriving, the way you’d start crying and hitting her chest when she eventually took it all away. how could she not repeat it?
tbh unlike jennie i think rosé would def do aftercare. like jennie would js leave you on the bed, maybe on a good day clean you up. but chaes def the type to like run you a warm bath and praise you afterwards.
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cool-fancier · 2 months
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The Sweet Harmony
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Rosé x Fem Reader
Synopsis: In the vibrant streets of Seoul, a rising K-pop soloist and her Blackpink girlfriend navigate secret love at a YSL event until a fan captures their longing glances, sparking viral rumors.
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The neon lights of Seoul danced across the night sky, casting a vibrant glow over the bustling city streets below. Among the throngs of people, there was an air of excitement as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their favorite K-pop idols at the YSL event.
Amidst the crowd, you stood, a rising soloist in the K-pop industry, poised and ready to grace the stage. Your heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that tonight's performance would be a pivotal moment in your career.
As the event began, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there she was – Rosé, the ethereal member of the world sensation girl group, Blackpink. She stood tall and graceful, the epitome of beauty and elegance, as she mingled with the other ambassadors for YSL.
Despite the excitement of being in the same room as your girlfriend, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. After all, your relationship with Rosé was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few.
"Y/N, are you ready?" your manager asked, breaking you out of your reverie.
You nodded, plastering a smile on your face as you prepared to take the stage. But as you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Rosé, hoping to catch her eye.
For a brief moment, your gazes locked, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and you turned away, steeling yourself for the performance ahead.
As you took the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloped you, their cheers and applause washing over you like a tidal wave. With each note you sang, you poured your heart and soul into the music, losing yourself in the rhythm and melody.
But amidst the chaos of the performance, your thoughts kept drifting back to Rosé. You couldn't shake the image of her from your mind, her radiant smile etched into your memory.
After the performance, you retreated backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. And there she was – Rosé, waiting for you with a smile that could light up the darkest night.
"Hey," she said, her voice soft and gentle as she approached you. "You were amazing up there."
You returned her smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of her. "Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
As the two of you exchanged pleasantries, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you. It pained you to keep your relationship with Rosé a secret, but you knew that it was necessary to protect both of your careers.
But as you looked into Rosé's eyes, you knew that every moment spent with her was worth the risk.
1. 🌹 Our beautiful Rosé slaying at the YSL event! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
2. 🌹 Rosé's stunning YSL gown has us all in awe! 🌹 #FashionIcon #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
3. 🌹 Can we take a moment to appreciate Rosé's ethereal beauty? 🌹 #Goddess #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
@Blink4Life: OMG, Rosé looks absolutely breathtaking at the YSL event! 😍 That dress, that smile – she's perfection! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
@RoseanneFever: I can't get over how effortlessly stunning Rosé looks tonight! 😭❤️ That YSL gown was made for her! 🌹 #FashionQueen #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
@RoseGoldie: Rosé is glowing like a goddess at the YSL event! ✨ Can't wait to see her slay the stage! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL
1. 🎤 Y/N captivates the audience with her mesmerizing performance at the YSL event! 🌟 #YNSoloist #YSL
2. 🎤 Our soloist shines bright like a star on the YSL stage! ✨ #Talent #YNSoloist #YSL
3. 🎤 Y/N's vocals are out of this world at the YSL event! 🌌 #VocalPowerhouse #YNSoloist #YSL
@YNForever: Y/N's performance at the YSL event gave me goosebumps! 😭🙌 Her voice is pure magic! 🎤✨ #YNSoloist #YSL
@YNEnthusiast: Y/N never fails to leave me speechless with her incredible talent! 🌟 Can't wait to see what she does next! 🎶 #YNSoloist #YSL
@YNGalaxy: Y/N's vocals are out of this world! 🚀✨ Truly a force to be reckoned with! 🎤 #YNSoloist #YSL
@YRShipper: Okay, but can we talk about the chemistry between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL event? 🔥 They would make the ultimate power couple! 🌟 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL
@RYSunshine: Y/N and Rosé's interactions at the YSL event have me shipping them so hard! 🥺❤️ Can they please collaborate on a song together? 🎶 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL
@YRUniverse: Y/N and Rosé are the definition of perfection! 😍 The way they complement each other is just *chef's kiss*! 👌 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL
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Months passed, and your relationship with Rosé flourished in secret. Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, the two of you found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could.
But as your fame continued to rise, so did the pressure to keep your relationship hidden. And nowhere was this more apparent than at public events, where you and Rosé were forced to maintain a professional distance from each other.
One such event was the annual YSL gala, where you and Rosé were once again ambassadors for the brand. As you arrived at the venue, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.
"Remember, no public displays of affection," your manager reminded you as you stepped out of the car.
You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in as you made your way inside. The venue was filled with the glitterati of the K-pop industry, all vying for attention and recognition.
And there she was – Rosé, radiant as ever in a stunning YSL gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. She caught your eye from across the room, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Despite the thrill of seeing her, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. So you plastered a smile on your face and mingled with the other guests, all the while keeping a careful eye on Rosé.
But as the night wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to ignore her. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing you in with an irresistible force.
And then it happened – you couldn't help but glance at her, just for a moment, when you thought no one was looking. But someone was – a fan, with their phone out, capturing the moment for all the world to see.
The next day, the internet was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship with Rosé. Fans had edited the footage of your glance into adorable and viral edits, speculating about the true nature of your relationship.
As the news spread like wildfire, you and Rosé found yourselves thrust into the spotlight in a way you had never experienced before. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know the truth – were you and Rosé really a couple?
@YSLYooopnRosie: "Did anyone else catch that moment between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL gala? My heart can't handle the chemistry between them! 😍 #YSLYoonRosie"
@YSLYoonRos: "I swear, every time Y/N and Rosé are in the same room, the sparks fly! They would make the perfect couple, don't you think? 🌟 #YSLYoonRosie"
@YSLYoonRosie: "I'm not saying Y/N and Rosé are in love, but... okay, maybe I am. Just imagine how beautiful their relationship would be! 🥺💕 #YSLYoonRosie"
@YSklLYoonRosie: "Okay, hear me out – I've been scrolling through Y/N and Rosé's Instagram feeds, and I swear, there are so many subtle hints that they might be more than just friends. From matching outfits to cryptic captions, I think they're low-key dropping hints about their relationship! 🕵️‍♀️💖 #YSLYoonRosie"
@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been doing some serious detective work, and I'm convinced that Y/N and Rosé have been dating in secret for ages. Remember that time they both posted Instagram stories from the same location, but at different times? Coincidence? I think not! 🔍👀 #YSLYoonRosie"
@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been following Y/N and Rosé's interactions for years, and let me tell you, there's something going on between them. From stolen glances to subtle touches, it's clear that their friendship goes way beyond the surface. Could they be the next power couple? 🤔💕 #YSLYoonRosie"
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As the rumors continued to swirl, you and Rosé found yourselves faced with a choice – continue to deny the truth or finally come clean about your relationship.
For weeks, you wrestled with the decision, weighing the potential consequences of going public against the freedom of being able to love each other openly.
But in the end, love won out.
One evening, as you and Rosé sat together in the privacy of your shared apartment, you broached the subject.
"Rosé, I think it's time," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach.
She looked at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest.
With that, you and Rosé made the decision to go public with your relationship, knowing full well the risks that it entailed. But you were determined to face whatever challenges came your way together, united in your love for each other.
The next day, you and Rosé made the announcement on social media, posting a heartfelt message about your journey together and the importance of love and acceptance.
The response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and support for you and Rosé, with fans expressing their joy at finally being able to celebrate your relationship openly.
As you scrolled through the countless messages and comments, a sense of relief washed over you. You and Rosé had made the right decision, and now, you could finally be free to love each other without fear or reservation.
And as you looked at Rosé, her eyes shining with happiness and love, you knew that your journey together was only just beginning.
Together, you and Rosé had faced adversity and come out stronger on the other side. And now, as you embarked on this new chapter of your lives together, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love.
For you and Rosé, the future was bright – and together, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart.
@YnRHarmipugny: "I can't believe it's finally happening! Y/N and Rosé are out and proud, and my heart is bursting with happiness! 🌈✨ #YRHarmony"
@YRHarmonyuyy: "From secret glances to public declarations of love, Y/N and Rosé's journey is like something straight out of a romance novel! I'm living for this! 💖😍 #YRHarmony"
@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are proof that love knows no bounds! Their journey from secret glances to public declarations of love is giving me all the feels! 🥺💖 #YRHarmony"
@YRoseHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are the power couple we never knew we needed! Their love is like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with negativity. Here's to forever shipping #YRHarmony!"
@YRuioHutarmony: "I don't know what's brighter – the smile on Y/N and Rosé's faces or the sparkle in their eyes! They're radiating so much happiness, and I'm here for it! ✨😊 #YRHarmony"
@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé coming out as a couple is the best thing to happen in 2024! Their love story is straight out of a fairy tale, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for them! 🥰👑 #YRHarmony"
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aespicysstuff · 1 month
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Blackpink reaction:
Their girlfriend calling them 'Wife'
(I didn't revised this, so ..sorry for any typos)
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Jisoo: 
- You guys had headed off to some cozy coffee shop that had like a mini library there, you guys walked inside  feeling the warmth and the comfortable smell of coffee. You told her that you were going to order it so she could just look around.
- “So I would like to have a hot choco and lemon cake, my wife will have a coffee and strawberry cake.”
- Oh boy! She turned so fast to look at you that she was certain that she broke her neck, YOU CALLED HER WHAT? Her heart was hammering in her chest right now.
- Since your arms were linked you literally brought her to your table. She was still looking at you with wide eyes, but the spark was visible there.
- “What?” You asked, touching your face to see if something was on it. Jisoo couldn't help the big beautiful smile that appeared on her face alongside the blush too.
- “So...I'm your wife now?” This time she had a teasing smirk on her face and you were the one blushing, “W-well...eventually...I hope.” You manage to get out through your embarrassment.
- Jisoo's smile only became more brightly, and soon after you guys were in a comfortable conversation while enjoying you guys order.
- Jisoo couldn't deny that the idea of having you calling her WIFE officially was tempting and she couldn't wait for this day to come, she's sure you're the one.
Jennie:
- You're a famous streamer, so it came as a surprise when you guys' relationship was announced online. Well, it actually was an accident.
- You had just opened your stream and were talking with your chat, when she came inside, till this moment everything was fine because you positioned your cam in a way that wouldn't catch her face.
- Your chat knew that you had a girlfriend, but you never “revealed” because she had asked for it, so chat always respected that even though they were curious to know who she is.
- You guys have a great relationship and dynamic, they even call you mama playfully, and after discovering about your girlfriend they call her mom.
- So like a routine of 2 mothers talking with their hundreds of children, she (Jennie) walks inside your studio with a bowl of fruit salad covered in condensed milk and puts it beside your mouse, going to give a head kiss when she froze in her place.
- “Thank you my wife!” You kissed her cheek and gave her your cutest puppy smile.
- “WHAT YOU JUST CALLED ME WOMAN?!?” (I just picture her so shocked and flustered while screaming this.) She screamed while hitting your arm out of embarrassment.
- She stopped, frozen in place while looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights, she hoped your chat wouldn't recognise her voice.
- It's good to say that they did recognise her voice and her lips, that came to view after she screamed at you.
- ‘WAIT! Y/N GIRL IS JENNIE???’
‘LUCKY BITCH!’
‘ARIANA WHAT YOU DOING HERE???’
- It's also good to say that this small moment was eternalized in a clip and everyone was aware of you guys' relationship.
- You pushed Jennie to sit on your lap as there was no need to hide anymore. “Yes guys, this is my beautiful and amazing wife, I hope you guys can respect us and be happy too.” You squeezed her hand trying to comfort her.
- “Hello guys!” Jennie said shyly and hid her face in her hands right after, and that's how you guys end up playing some games and answering some questions about your relationship.
- Jennie smiled while looking at you, she knew that you guys would have to go through some stupid people, because bitch! is Jennie that we are talking about, people hate on her as a hobby, but with you next to her makes her feel more safe.
- And yes! Wedding bells are ringing in her mind already.
Rosé:
- It happened on the Oscar red carpet, you as a new rising actress in Hollywood was nominated for one of the statuette.
- You of course invited your lovely girlfriend as your plus one, and a spoiler! You guys were the talk of the moment, THE RISING ACTRESS AND THE WORLDWIDE KPOP STAR TOGETHER BABY!
- So right now here you guys were posing for the photos, you were Dressed in a simple all black suit with a corset and some jewelry, your hair was free and wild with your gorgeous curls, and Rosé was dressed in a elegant backless black dress, she black gloves on and her hair was slightly curly.
- Soon after you were being called for an interview, Rosé gave a peck and settled herself with some of you guys' staff not far from you, she was able to hear you perfectly fine, so imagine her face getting red like a tomato and her eyes widened after hearing you calling her wife.
- The guy in the interview you had asked who you had bought as your plus one and you said, “My lovely wife, Rosé, she has been by my side since day one. She was the light that I needed on some harsh nights, so I couldn't not bring her as my plus one.”
- Stop it!! You're going to make her cry, Rosé felt like her heart was about to explode with the amount of love that she has for you and this feeling keeps growing day by day.
- You had finished up the interview and headed to where she was, “It's time to get inside baby- NO! It's W I F E! Now come on, an Oscar is waiting for you, my wife.” 
- I don't even need to say that she's gonna marry you…
Lisa:
- You had been scrolling through tiktok for a long time now, you were alone and bored, Lisa was practicing with the girls and you were left alone in your guys apartment, okay, you had your children with you.
- You found an interesting video of a compilation of girls calling their boyfriend's husband and recorded their reaction, so you thought ‘Why not do this with your Lali? Besides, you were missing her so it would be a win-win situation.
- You put your shoe and coat on, made sure that everything was fine, locked the door and got inside your car, driving off  to grab some coffee and snacks for her and the girls.
- Fast forward and you were right in front of their dance room door knocking on it, seeing Jisoo opening it for you.
- “Y/n? What are you doing here?” the older woman asked you, holding the bags with their coffees and snacks. “Oh! I'm here to deliver you guys this.” You pointed to the bag, “and also because I miss my wife, aka, Lalisa.” You said walking inside the room after Jisoo made space for you to enter.
- There you saw a smiling duck, your girlfriend Lisa, she had heard your voice and yes, she heard you calling her wife, and that's why you guys almost hit the ground after she decided to jump on you out of nowhere.
- The girls only laughed and snickered at your guys cute moment and decided to sit a little bit far away from you guys to give y'all some privacy.
- Miss Manoban was giggling and kissing you everywhere, gosh she was smitten by you!
- “Can you call me wife again?” She asked you with those big doe eyes, giving you a hard time to say no.
- “Hi wife!” You with a smile on your face as she was squealing like a teenager, can't blame her, she's just so enamored by that just the thought of this happening one day gives her so many butterflies.
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saturnnelahy · 5 months
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𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒇!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶
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𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬
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notacelestialbeing · 10 months
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vanilla (rosé x f!reader)
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(two requests)
synopsis: you drive rosé to an ice cream shop out of the city to relieve her pregnancy hormones only to realize that’s not truly what she wants.
warnings: br33ding k!nk, sub!rosé, dom!reader, pregnant!rosé, or4l, food play?, hair pulling kink.
songs used: vanilla by kai.
word count: 1k+
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“is this really what you consider a date?”
you looked at rosé in disbelief. you brought her to a cute ice cream shop, thinking that’s what she need to relieve her pregnancy hormones. clearly not.
“are you kidding me? i drove us an hour out of the city just for you to say that rosie.” you slumped back in sorrow.
“you know, i do like vanilla.” rosie’s voice changed an octave but you were too busy throwing a tantrum to notice.
“vanilla? ice cream or fucking?” you genuinely asked in the heat of the moment.
rosie couldn’t help but bite her lip at what you said, subtly trying to rub her thighs together for some friction. you looked up to see why she was rubbing her thighs together only to realize where her mood was at now.
“i…i’d like both.” you really just wanted to rip her clothes off and eat her out right then and there but you couldn’t do that yet, not with all these people around you. she was only yours to see, only yours.
“budeureoun sonkkil joeun gibuni,
jakku bureuge dwae neoye ireum,
i sunganeul eummi dalkomhae,
noganaeril tteut taste like”
you suddenly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to you. your lips only an inch away from hers, making her wait for you pathetically.
“please.” that’s all she had to say for you to go crazy. she grabbed the back of your neck, slamming her lips onto yours. trying to suck out any soul you had left in you. people around you started to become aware of what was going on as they heard a moan slip out of rosé’s mouth.
you pulled away, clasping rosie’s hand in yours and ran for the car. there was no way you two were about to give these disgusting people a show.
you guys panted as soon as you got into the car. trying to catch your breath, rosie certainly had different ideas. she grabbed her shirt and tore it off of her body.
“let’s see how long you can resist without seeing me with your baby in me and wanting to pounce on me.” rosie breathed out.
her words turned you red. you were shaking in anticipation, so was she but in lust. you stepped your foot onto the accelerator and prayed there was no police car near by. today, it didn’t matter to you no matter how many tickets you got.
rosie ran to the door before you couldn’t even unbuckle your seatbelt. this girl really had no chill, not like you were complaining. you walked slowly to the door, noticing that rosie was already upstairs.
you took your time making your way upstairs, you could already hear the moans. you were dripping at this point. you opened the door to your bedroom and saw a naked rosie touching herself.
you went inside and sat on the ottoman that was sitting in the corner of your bedroom. rosie opened her eyes to see why you hadn’t approached her already, her fingers doing most of the talking than her own mouth.
she dipped her fingers inside of herself and took them out only to put them into her mouth and moan. her taste was something that drove you crazy, there was no way you could last while your baby was in her and she was doing these little tactics to get you to fuck her.
“areumdaweo saljjak ollyeodabol ttae,
hyeokkeute maemdoneun nareunhan norae,
kkakji kkin sonane gadeukan neo,
neon dalkomhae,
vanilla vanilla,
vanilla vanilla”
“i’m surprised you have such a high tolerance to my teasing. if i were you, i would’ve made myself cum ten times already.” she whimpered out. you knew she was close to begging and that’s exactly what you wanted.
you took off your shirt and teasingly unbuttoned your trousers, you could feel rosie’s eyes on you. she was clearly undressing you with her eyes so you made it easier for her. you were finally naked.
but, you didn’t make any move to help her out. instead, you sat back onto the ottoman and spread your legs open. you wanted her to feel the torture she made you feel earlier.
she didn’t even let a minute pass before she was begging for you to eat her out, on your knees. you were so whipped for her, there was no way you were going to last another minute without tasting her.
“please. i can promise you i taste delicious. it’s all for you. baby i’m all for you. everything about me is all yours.” she moaned out deeply.
yeah. fuck it.
you threw your pride and ego away as you rushed over to her. you immediately got onto your knees and gave her exactly what she wanted. you clearly weren’t going to mess with your pregnant wife any longer.
you lapped up at everything she had to offer for you. every lick, every suck, it all made rosie light headed. you couldn’t help but moan at her sweet, creamy taste.
“haru jongil neowa itgo shipeo
creamy hago soft hae sarangiran
yeah you taste like”
she tasted like vanilla, the one you pick not the one picked for you. the good kind. the vanilla that tasted like it was the forbidden fruit eve tasted.
you were so deep into her scent and taste, you didn’t even feel the harsh pull she had on your hair. her long and delicate fingers were lacing through your curls. pulling on it, every time your nose pressed up against her sensitive clit.
did she always feel this good? oh my god. i won’t last any longer if she keeps long.
rosie started to shake, her hips bucked into your face as she started to feel her orgasm approach.
“i’m gonna cum. fuck, just make me cum baby.” rosie groaned out beautifully. she sounded so good.
her hips bucked even faster. her grip on your hair tightened as she came. her juices coming down onto your face like a broken dam.
you remained on your knees as you ate up any of the remainders. rosie looked down at you and smiled, seeing your face was covered in her cum.
“can i have vanilla ice cream now?”
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jinlias · 10 months
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beso - rosé
– listen to ‘beso’ by rosalía and rauw alejandro!
i just need another kiss, one of those that you give me
roseanne was always in your head, whether it was her face, her voice, her laughter, or her lips, maybe even her touch. she was always. on your mind. today, it was her kisses you thought about. how your favorite moments with her somehow involved her laying on her side while u sat criss-cross in front of her.. always talking useless topics before she gets tired of pretending like she isn’t burning to touch you, feel you, taste you.
you kiss like you’ve always known how, like no one has had to teach you.
it’s always then she takes her cue to tangle her hand in your hair and pull you towards her lips, where yours dance against them. her teeth sinking into your lips every now and then so you would make those noises she loved so much.
most times than others all you did at night after a long and tiring day was just that. kissing with only the breaks to talk about something meaningless or inside jokes the two of you had. usually in the dark, sometimes out on your balcony. rosé had grown used to expressing many thoughts and feelings over them, and you had gotten used to understanding them.
being away from you is hell, being close to you is my peace. I love whenever you arrive, and I hate when you leave.
the hardest part was the wait. the wait to see her, to touch her, all while millions of people were seeing her and taking her in every day.
you were so proud of rosé, consider yourself her no.1 fan, but damn, do you wish she could be amazing and successful just a little closer to home.
you can’t lie and say you barely see her, but even with the many times one of you flies to the other, it’s not enough. time feels as if it’s being lost whenever you’re apart.
it’s a repeating cycle, the anticipation builds as the days lead to your reunion, either rosé picks you up at the airport or it’s you who’s waiting outside an hour prior to her flight landing, and then you have the best next couple of days and both of you will cry when it’s time to say goodbye.
“i hate this” you pout on the bed while she finishes packing her suitcase, taking advantage of her visit to refresh the contents of it.
“i know. i do too baby.”
“i hate when you have to go back.” you welcome her embrace, while she wraps her arms around your shoulders and her tummy welcomes the side of your face, her own cheek meeting the top of your head as she leans in search of proximity.
“i don’t think i have to be there tomorrow” she begins the swaying and the searching for excuses as to stay.
“rosie”
“yeah. lisa’s flying in two days, fuck that!” she giggles and pushes the two of you on the bed, a little too excited to be ghosting her job for two more days.
sometimes it works, as shown, sometimes either of you caves and does the impossible to prolong your stay in the arms of your lover.
it forces you to make the best of your time together, even if you’re laying together doing absolutely nothing other than stare into each other’s soul, you enjoy each other’s company so much you soon came to the conclusion you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
the best thing I've got, is the love you give to me. It smells of tobacco and melon.
unpacking after spending time with rosé or doing laundry in her absence have to be one of the most endearingly painful situations. endearing, because the musk of her cologne and the faint smell her clothes have gathered because of her cigarettes spring on you endless memories of you and her late at night smoking and talking shit about everyone you knew.
painful because it reminds you of how much you miss her. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you adore rosé so much you look forward to talk to her even if it’s thirty minutes with as much privacy as the corner in her dance room can allow. she loves you to the point of taking spontaneous trips home whenever she has a break longer than two days, she won’t tell anyone, she will just disappear and her members and crew have to trust she gets to the next destination in time, because she won’t answer any sort of text or call unless someone was dying.
you’ll hold on to the clothes she wore on her last day home until the scent fades completely, hating the infinite battle you had with sleep when she wasn’t there with you. but slowly you overcome it, when she starts getting more of a vote over her career she tried to be home as much as she could, and if she couldn’t be then she would do anything to take you with her.
and it’s more kissing at night while stargazing and less yearning to be together after so long apart. it’s more of the sunday nights you spent either having dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city, or overlooking it from a hill with takeout from your favorite place.
i could tie heaven up, and give it to you entirely
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In honor of blackpink headlining Coachella tonight
Also idol!au so you’re performing too, but you perform Friday instead of Saturday :p
blackpink x idol!reader
Coachella w/ Blackpink
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Jisoo
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Will 100% make it a point to show up at your performance. She just has to be there for your Coachella debut. Would hum and swag along to the music. And record you up there as well, probably posting you on her private. However when you sing the song that’s dedicated to her, she’ll definitely put away the phone and just mouth to you ‘I love you so much’ whenever you steal a glance her way. When you finish your set, you guys go to a bunch of the different tents, and just spend the rest of the Friday together.
Saturday ends up being more stressful, Jisoo being whisked away to complete preparations for her performance. You still go see some artists with some other musician friends of yours, you even end up making some new ones. They all still pale in comparison to Jisoo though. However it all becomes worth it when you see her perform Saturday night though, let’s just say you if you weren’t already starstruck, you definitely are now. God, she was just so beautiful for the entire performance. And her vocals!! You fell for her a little harder that night, that’s for sure.
The next day, you both end up being super tired. So you two decide to sleep in a little, there were no major performances from friends and mutuals happening until later that day anyways. Whenever you both do decide to get out of bed and head to Coachella however, it honestly ends up being the best day. You both gush over each others’ sets and listen to the most amazing music with your love.
Jennie
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Will probably surprise you and your staff with food backstage before you perform. She’ll still definitely be in the audience, and would probably drag her members to listen to you to. There was no way, she would miss your performance. And thank god she didn’t, you had a legendary set. The screams literally broke the sound barrier. She would be so, so proud of you. After your set, you and Jennie just end up going back to the place you’re staying at for the weekend, since you performed pretty late.
Saturday is good, you wake up together and those mornings always tend to be your favorite. When you guys arrive at Coachella, you guys see a few performances, however, pretty quickly has to start preparing for her headlining set later that day. You end up still perusing a few sets and even make a few new artist friends. When it is BLACKPINK’s turn to perform, goddamn, you had no idea how you got so lucky. You literally cannot stop smiling and jumping for the whole set. It was the most amazing performance you had ever seen. Afterwards, much like she did with you, you surprise her with blue roses, knowing that those are her favorite. Neither of you can stop gushing over how amazing that set was, lives were literally changed.
You end up going back with Jennie again that night. And the next morning is another perfect one. Coachella is the most fun on Sunday for you two. Neither of you guys have to perform, and you two can just spend the day doing the thing you guys love most next to performing, listening and vibing to music. So many stolen kisses during any romantic song you guys listen to. And you guys are basically joined at the hand for the entire day.
Rosé
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So, so proud of you. Will cheer, scream, everything when she sees your silhouette on stage. And, wow, your set was amazing. You definitely will dedicate the songs to her, especially the one you wrote for her. For that song, you would look over at her the most, but immediately have to look away when you start blushing. Afterwards, Rosé definitely just goes to find you backstage and tells you how proud of you she is and how much she loved your set.
The next day, Coachella seems even more impressive to you, since you didn’t get to see much of it the day before. You truly think that you were probably written by a musician to do music and fall for another musician. Music is truly your passion, so of course you enjoy the festival, to you, all the artists are just simply fantastic. Rosé would definitely make try to hangout with you as much as she could that day, until she eventually gets pulled away to start rehearsing for her set. Holy smokes too, when she performed, you were literally speechless. It was the most, earth-shatteringly beautiful moment of your whole life. You’re positive that you will never be able to forget that performance. You definitely wind up backstage, jumping with Rosé at just how amazing that was.
On Sunday, you guys would also walk around and listen to the amazing artists together, it’s by far your favorite thing to do together. You’re both just so passionate about music, it’s the big reason why you guys fell for each other. Also you guys are definitely big fans of all the food trucks at Coachella. Will probably wind up spending half the day there, if you guys aren’t careful. After performing two sets at Coachella, you guys deserve it though. You two definitely wind up going to some after parties though.
Lisa
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Lisa is your literal biggest fan. Will definitely have to restrain herself to not lose her voice at your performance, since she has to perform the next night. To every single song of your set, she would definitely sing and dance along. For her, your music is just the best and energizes her, no matter how tired she is. Afterwards, you would probably find her before she finds you. But when she sees you approaching, she will definitely wrap you up in the biggest hug and just tell you how much she loved your performance. You’d probably end up just going back to an after party though, since you were one of the last performers for Friday night.
God knows when you two end up waking up the next morning, however you both very quickly wind up back on festival grounds. Lisa would definitely kiss you goodbye when she leaves to practice, but will make you promise that you’ll be in the front row when she performs that night. Of course, you were going to be there no matter what, but you agreed and she promised the best performance in return. And, let’s just say, she definitely delivered on that front. You’d definitely be screaming and dancing to all the songs as well. She’s just so amazing. BLACKPINK were the headlining event for a reason, they put on the best show, no questions asked. After the best performance of your life, you sneak backstage and this time it’s your turn to wrap Lisa in a big hug, which quickly turns into you two just jumping because of how much energy you guys have. The vibes were immaculate to say the least.
On Sunday, you guys walk around and dance along to every song that has a good rhythm. Lisa will probably lead the way and take you to all her favorite artists. Which you had no complaints about, you loved Lisa’s music taste. However, she will definitely bring you to at least one slow one, so she can dance and kiss you at her own pace. At the end of the day though, you end up having more energy than in the beginning somehow.
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authorforrosie · 3 months
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Chapter 001: seeing each other for the first time.
How many chapter’s: ?
Warning: mature language, toxic-behavior.
Rosé Park definitively didn't want to wake up and go at the university. She only wants to stay home, sleep and go out with her friends until the next morning for parties. She enjoyed making out with different women's without many emotions while being drunk. But no her family forces her to go at university so she can get a good degree for her 'future' according to her parents just like her older sister Alice. Who is a famous doctor international.
Rosé sighed with an annoyed expression on her face to the thought of having to communicate with the outside world. Her parents always talked about her older sister for days not realizing how much it's hurting Rosé.
Rosé had a serious expression on her face when her best friend Lisa Manoban finally arrived with her motorcycle. Rosé would be riding the motorcycle with Lisa.
„Good Morning chipmunk are you ready to rock the university...?" Asked Lisa with sarcasm in her voice.
Rosé shook her head and mentally face palmed. Lisa knew how much she dislikes going there. She only has staying home, partying and women in her mind. Nothing else.
„Nah I would rather skip it for a party with attractive women." Answered Rosé with honesty in her voice.
Rosé rolled her eyes playfully since she knew that Lisa was teasing her about hating university. She could only shake your head and walk in front of Lisa to get out of her house.
„It's always an amusement to tease now. Now let's go." Stated Lisa with amusement in her voice at no one.
Lisa followed Rosé giggling the whole time meanwhile putting on her sunglasses. Her black leather has a LGBTQ+ rainbow badge on it. Which she is very proud of.
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Y/N definitely couldn't wait to go at the university to study. She only didn't like to communicate with the outside world. Since being popular comes with many consequences, like men not leaving her alone. Almost the whole university students trying to give her presents or even worse trying to use her kindness against her. Often she truly hated being popular for her kindness and caring attitude since many people used it against her while taking advantage of her.
She got ready in pink blazer and matching jeans. Her face expression went from sad to happy since she saw her new pink boots. Her step sister Jennie Kim waited for her downstairs to eat breakfast together. Since Jennie was in the same university. Both had a strong step-sister bound which felt like a real sister bound all the time. Jennie liked to gossip about her annoying classmates who chew on bubblegum's very loud with open mouth.
They had conversations about many subjects like university studies and women. Until Jisoo finally arrived according to Jennie's whines for Jisoo to hurry up on the phone call. The three women always have been treating each other like family. Since family doesn't always mean being blood related. It's a family that's chosen.
Jennie skipped a step when she ran to the front door after the bell rang. Jennie didn't hesitate to jump into Jisoo's arms just seconds after opening the front door.
„There's finally my baby..." Whined Jennie with happiness and need for kisses in her voice.
Jisoo didn't hesitate to catch her love when Jennie jumped into her love. Jisoo felt loved with her heart fluttering when she felt Jennie holding onto her.
„Does my baby girl wants kisses...?" Teased Jisoo with amusement and happiness in her voice.
Jisoo didn't hesitate of kissing Jennie on the lips multiple times with a happy expression on her face. Both have been missing each other a lot since Jisoo couldn't sleepover for a whole week. Y/N felt uncomfortable when people talked about something she can't even naming or do cootie. She didn't even know what alcohol is and curse words. She covered her eyes with her hands in a very innocent way. Y/N already expected them to do the cootie.
„Ahem hi Jisoo. I covered my eyes with my hands because I know that you both are doing the cootie." Pouted Y/N with innocence in her voice.
Jisoo had an excited expression on her face when she noticed Y/N. Their innocent Y/N. Jennie and Jisoo promised themselves that they would always try their best to protect Y/N. Mostly her innocents. She is very adorable into their opinions.
„There's our innocent baby doll. How are you sis...are you ready for the university today?" Asked Jisoo with worry and excitement in her voice.
Y/N didn't trust her mouth besides Jisoo already knew the answer. Y/N nodded her head with a very innocent excited expression on her face. Both hugged each other without even wanting to pull away. Jennie held them both in her arms since she knew how good a group hug felt.
„Can we go now please." Pouted Y/N with excitement in her voice. She pouted.
Jisoo and Jennie nodded with their head before grabbing their bags. Y/N had her pink bag with many cats stickers already on her back. She skipped a step with excitement when Jennie showed her the car keys.
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Y/N felt anxious when she saw the students already greeting her with no space. At the same she greeted everyone with an innocent smile which caused many students to awe. Jennie and Jisoo walked besides her on either side to protect her. In case someone comes to close towards their favorite person.
Rosé walked besides Lisa into the hallway of their university with sun glasses on. Rosé had an emotionless expression on her face until she saw Y/N. Rosé felt herself blushing a little bit since she noticed how cute Y/N look. She stood there for a few minutes just checking out Y/N. No I can't like her she isn't my type thought Rosé. She shook her head while continuing walking. Lisa continue walking with a few cheerleaders on her arms. She smirked at them while talking about wanting to sleep with them.
Jisoo glared at Rosé since she knew what type on student she was. She definitely doesn't want the bad student to be a bad influence on their innocent baby Y/N. Rosé narrowed her brown doe eyes to Jisoo. Both students are glaring at each other not really liking each other since a long time. Jennie distracted Jisoo by kissing her forehead which caused the older student to get red flushed cheeks. Jisoo never knew how to handle Jennie's kisses. It's her biggest weakness.
Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious student. She started pouting after a while since none of them told her who the mysterious student is. Jisoo only told her to stay away because of that mysterious student being a bad influence according to her. Y/N thought everything has been getting weird today since Jisoo and Jennie didn't leave her side one bit in the university.
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scrtxai · 11 months
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PERFUME - (YANDERE JENNIE X READER) PREVIEW
"Can you smell it?"
Her Chanel branded perfume stung inside my nose, feeling so dizzy that making only a nod is the answer for the cat eyed woman above me. Her chuckle slightly heard and the traces of one of her fingers on my collar neck.
I've been thinking about what she had done to that drink she offered just a while ago?
That drink…
The drink that I can't control myself…
I'm paralyzed, can't move nor push this woman away from me.
Her smirks get wider, biting her bottom lips while her cat eyes look at me full of something that I can describe well…
"Instead of smelling my perfume… Can you smell my desire for you, Mon Cherié?"
She whispered, red lips getting closer to mine only just seconds, attaching it hungrily. My body is getting hot.
Oh god…
What happened to me?...
My vision is getting blurry..
Only to feel her lips keep marking my neck, my skin…
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myouicieloz · 11 days
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Heartbeat
Shin Ryujin x reader
Synopsis: you’ve promised to take your best friend to an awaited party, located in a nearby city. Ryujin catches your eye, and you fall right into her web of plans, with the promise of having a good time once and for all.
Warnings: mentions of gangs, guns and drugs. smut. blood. violence. nsfw.
Word count: 13.8k
Notes: i thought abt this after watching ryujin’s solo mv! it was so good <3. this was a fairly new topic for me to write about, so I apologize if it’s poorly written or unrealistic. nevertheless, I had lots of fun writing it ˆˆ. english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
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You don’t mind helping out your parents by working at the family’s Diner: there usually weren’t many customers, and days went by slowly without you being bothered.
“Hey, Y/n. Can I grab another soda?” Your best friend asks, brushing her hands in front of your face to get your attention. Facing you from the other side of the diner’s endless counter, Chaeryeong looks like a hyper child, standing up from her seat to take a look at the soda machine, placed behind your frame.
You roll your eyes at her, simply grabbing the large cup she hands you and filling it up with Coke Zero, this time. “Here.”
“Awn, man, come on!” She protests, grunting. Lets her head fall back. “Coke Zero tastes like shit, Y/n! Give me something tasty, damn.” Chaeryeong turns to the few other customers, gesticulating, “What does a girl have to do to get the good stuff around here? Stop with the misery!”
She has her finger pointed at you, to which you giggle. You’ve known Chaery since your diaper days, with her living in the house in front of yours, and the two of you have been best friends ever since. Her careless, playful nature provides a nice balance to your calm, responsible one. You love her to pieces, which means you are always taking care of the dark-haired girl, in many ways.
“You’ve reached your daily quota of sugar.” You don’t even look at her as you answer, busy giving an elder woman her exchange in cash. “And don’t make those faces. I might as well just give you water, from now on.” Smiling at the customer, you ignore your friend. “Thank you, ma’am! Have a pleasant day.” Chaeryeong gulps, knowing fully well you mean your words.
She keeps her thoughts to herself, mumbling something incoherent while the loud slurps of the iced drink can be heard. Still not paying her much attention, you lean your elbows on the counter marble, sighing tiredly. Even though it was only an hour past noon, you could feel the heaviness in your eyes, the tiredness getting to you. Not having any orders, you allow yourself a few moments of rest, closing your eyes and resting your head on your hands. Just some seconds of peace, you decide.
The bell chime’s noise announces the end of your calm state of mind. In a blink, your sister is placing a medium-sized box on the counter, her usual smile directed at you. You know better than to trust her angelic looks, though — behind her rose gold hair and delicate features, Rosé is nothing but a devious manipulator.
However, she’s still your older sister, and you love her to pieces. It’s the only reason you don’t ignore her, crossing your arms and waiting for her to speak up, instead. She pushes the box towards you, smiling sneakily.
“Good morning, baby sister.” Rosé greets you. As usual, she never goes straight to the point.
You narrow your eyes at her. “It’s past noon, Rosé.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She brushes you off, winking at Chaeryeong to say hello. The girl nearly drowns in her coke, coughing violently.
Chaeryeong has had a massive crush on your sister ever since she was fourteen. Fortunately for you, Rosé has never seen her as anything apart from a little sister too, like yourself. Although the not so subtle rejection has never stopped Chaery from freaking out whenever Rosé addressed or acknowledged her.
“Good morning to you too, Rosie unnie.” She says, after finally gathering her breath. You huff, muttering about how biased she was and being promptly ignored by both girls. The package catches Chaery’s attention, ever so curious, and she pokes it with her bony fingers. “And what’s that about?”
Rosé pulls the package towards you, shrinking her shoulders down a little. For some, she might seem hesitant, but you know her too well to be aware that her movements are anything short of calculated.
“Could you deliver this for me?” She asks —tone dripping with sweetness. It always is, whenever she wants something from you. This is no different. “They asked for the pieces pretty urgently, and I’ll be off to deliver another package in a nearby city in a few minutes.”
Apart from the Diner, your father also owned a mechanical workshop, and would often sell and deliver car pieces to his clients. Rosé, being her outgoing self, dealt with them and the business part of it while you preferred to step aside, helping with the Diner instead. It was only when she had too much work to do that you had to deal with her customers, instead —and those were never pleasant experiences.
Perhaps you were just not cut for the job, or your calm aura was easy to be taken advantage of, but it was a matter of fact: you sucked at negotiating deals and making small talk. It made you uncomfortable and anxious, having to put up a superior act and bargain with assholes until you got enough profit to go home satisfied, so you avoided it vigorously.
Unfortunately, Rosé never hesitated to ask for a hand.
You eye the box suspiciously, trying to figure out the content inside without having to touch it. Even though it seems heavy, you can never truly trust appearances. After all, car pieces are not the only thing they sell at your father’s shop.
“I mean… I could.” You smirk back at Rosé, your identical smiles mirroring one another. “But I don’t want to.”
Before you even register, Rosé smacks you on the head. You’ve never been able to buck from her quick hands anyway.
“Hey!” You massage your scalp, moving your upper body forward to give Chaeryeong a push, too, since the action has her laughing loudly. “Bitch.”
Rosé giggles, too, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek.
“Pretty please, Y/nnie.” She sighs, joining her hands in a prayer. “I’ll owe you one. I’ll even give you that dress of mine you love, promise.”
Chaeryeong gives you a thumbs up, biased as she’s always been.
“Come on, Y/n, let’s just do it. It’ll be fun! It’s too monotonous to be at the Diner all day, anyway.”
“See?” Rosé gestures to your best friend, pleased to be supported. “Chaery, you’re so sweet.” Your sister pinches her nose, and Chaeryeong’s face turns as red as a strawberry in a matter of seconds. She turns to you once again, then, still faking that hesitation. “Please? It’d be an outstanding deal for us. Lots of profit and all.”
You roll your eyes, still not convinced. Even though Chaery’s eyes are nearly popping off her face with how intensely she’s glaring, you refuse to give in. Rosé was stubborn, but you share the same blood, after all.
“Aren’t any of your friends available? I can’t just close the Diner and go.” Lies. You simply refuse to bulge, to relent to Rosé’s wishes as you always did.
She doesn’t even blink, though, unbothered by your lack of cooperation.
“Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie are all busy with other work deals too, as well as the boys.” She shrugs, going around the counter to grab a beer for herself. “Trust me, Y/n: if I had anyone to go deliver this, I would… but you know how busy these past weeks have been, and we’re all so overworked. Help me out, please?” She touches the cross hanging on her chest, identical to the one you never took off.
A symbol of your bond.
You sigh, jumping off the balcony and giving in to Rosé’s orders for the nth time. “Fine.” You mumble, grumpy. “Chaeryeong can take care of the place while I go.”
“What the fuck, Y/n!” The girl jumps from her seat, suddenly interested in the conversation as if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes scrolling on her phone, all bored. Suddenly, she’s all ears, eagerly advocating for herself, “I don’t want to do the boring stuff! Let me go with you.”
Before you’re able to tell your friend to get fucked, Rosé stops you with her hands, signaling for someone to come in.
“It’s good for you to not go alone, baby sis. Chaery can make you company.” She nods, grabbing the young girl who came in by the shoulders and positioning her in front of you and Chaeryeong. “This is Rami. She’s Mingyu’s little sister, remember? She said she could handle the diner for a few hours while the two of you are at it. Such a sweetheart, is she not?”
The girl — Rami, nods energetically, looking at your sister with adoration in her glittery eyes. It was no surprise Rosé had brought one of her little fangirls to help, actually. Living in a small city for all your life, everyone knew Rosé. She’s been a notable presence since her teenage years, whether it was attending fancy balls or setting fire to the shops downtown. The blonde girl has been remarkable for as long as you can remember. She’s always been either feared, hated, or loved, but remarkable nonetheless.
Which only proved your theory that you were not going to deliver any car pieces, after all.
You and Chaery exchanged a knowing look, neither caring enough to ask anything about this girl or explain the job she’d have to take at the Diner for free.
“Very well, then.” You sigh, watching Rosé’s excited clapping and giggling. “I’ll grab my car keys.”
Chaeryeong follows you closely, also jumping of joy. You’re well aware she hates being at the Diner, always complaining of boredom, but it isn’t like she has any other friends to go out with. Behind her bubbly, chatty, and energetic personality, she’s is actually very frail and shy, which makes her an easy target for the mean fuckers your age. She struggles, and would much rather just have a single, loyal friend. And you’ve always made sure to protect her fiercely.
“Adventure!! Finally.” The dark-haired girl raises her hands, thanking God you’d go out.
“Don’t get too excited.” You warn her, turning to Rosé. Pointing a finger at the rosy-haired woman, you add. “I hate you.”
She pulls you in for a suffocating hug, used to your harsh behavior. “And I love you so, little sis. Thank you!”
Both Rami and her wave as you and Chaeryeong leave the diner, the package weighing heavily in your hands. You don’t have a big 6th sense, but something does not feel right. Although you ignore it anyway, turning the car on and driving to the address your sister texted you.
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“Do we really have to do this?” She whines, closing the passenger’s door rather roughly — to which you grunt, paying her a harsh stare for not being careful with your precious car.
She realized the whole thing would be anything but fun sometime mid the 40-minute journey to the abandoned warehouse you were currently walking into. Besides, once you reminded her that Rosé’s request would put off her wishes of going out and partying for a few hours, that little pout of hers hasn’t left her lips. Now, Chaeryeong is all regretful to have supported the older girl in her wishes.
“Not really.” You pay your friend no mind, walking towards the place that was falling into pieces. Seeing you weren’t backing her up, her pout deepened.
“It’s my birthday.” She argues, kicking rocks along the way.
“I already bought you a cake. And milkshake, and fries.” You roll your eyes, remembering how you’d all chanted your best friend happy birthday at your parents’ Diner, during breakfast. “And a shit ton of booze, throughout all these years of knowing you. You haven’t paid me back once.”
Chaeryeong sighs, hurrying to your side, defeated. You keep walking without waiting for her, making it harder for her to catch up — truly opposites, the two of you.
“Fine. But let’s do this quickly. You promised we’d still go to that party.” She decides, playfully bumping into you. Any other time, her actions would’ve helped you to be at ease, but you’re unable to relax this time. You know this is some serious shit.
“Yeah, let’s do this quick.” You repeat her words, entering the abandoned place at a slow, nearly languid pace.
Let you both be out of here in no time. You wish, once again sensing the bad omens.
The warehouse, although old, mistreated and nearly falling into pieces, is not unsettling to you. It’s merely the place Rosé sometimes treats business, and you’ve accompanied her once or twice, before. The wooden beams are rotten, and the flooring has long disappeared, fading into dust that clings to your combat boots. You’d have to clean them later, and that somehow annoys you more than the situation itself. The place is empty, with walls that were once covered by big, expensive windows, yet all that remains are tainted, broken glasses hanging wherever you could look. Machines are still forgotten in random locations inside the building, a ghost of times when the government tried to rebuild the massive area. None of that was successful, obviously. Now, this ghost of a place belongs to your father, your sister, and the other people who were also part of the darker side of this shitty town.
Only a single table hangs in the open area of the first floor, clearly meant for dealerships and businesses. Upon arriving, you notice 5 — no, nearly 10 people waiting not so patiently. Wearing dark, shabby clothes, none of them seem welcoming, to say the least. Rosé had told you’d be doing business with Wendy, a familiar customer from another small town nearby, in hopes to ease down on your nerves. It worked, in a way: having met with Wendy a few times prior, you weren’t all nervous about the upcoming meeting. She was intimidating and oh, so pretty, but you got along well with the auburn-haired woman and her business partners, from previous experiences such as charity dinners and dealerships alongside your sister’s presence.
The woman that stands in front of you, however, looks nothing like Wendy. You know her, naturally; it was impossible not to. Jinsoul’s troublemaker fame was much different than your sister’s — while Rosé’s actions, even though batshit crazy at times, are dreadfully calculated, Jinsoul’s insanity comes with the sole purpose of enticing chaos. Her unstable nature is much of a pain, you’ve personally experienced so from watching herself prove her influence on a crowd by torturing some poor girl who accidentally spilled champagne in her dress at a ceremony, or setting fire to a man’s car at one of the car rifts you often attend. Out of all the girls from her gang, Jinsoul is the least pleasant one to set off deals with.
Naturally, Rosé and Jinsoul hate each other with a passion, being two different flames of the same fire.
With all of that knowledge, you fix your posture, observing Chaeryeong do the same with your peripheral vision. Even though you absolutely despise it, you’ve been taught well how to keep a powerful, imposing façade. Standing tall, you tower over Jinsoul and her subordinates.
“I see Rosé sent her little minion, instead of herself. Must be really busy, of course.” Jinsoul doesn’t greet you, as expected. Her tone is dripping with venom as she examines you and your best friend with harsh eyes.
Now that you’re in front of her, you’re no longer hesitant or scared. Instead, you’re bothered, irritated that you have to deal with your sister’s cheap copy instead of Wendy or Joohyun. Taking a step towards the young woman, you curse Rosé under your breath, fully aware the eventful encounter is not a misunderstanding.
“Nice hair. I love the new color.” You say, leaning your head with a knowing look. Jinsoul’s hair falls a little past her shoulders, in a strawberry-blonde tone that is exactly like Rosé’s past one, from a few months prior. “I’ll tell Rosé her oldest, most faithful fan sends her regards.”
Your words seem to stir something inside the leader in front of you. She scoffs, gritting her teeth. “This is too tedious. Give me the shipment we agreed on, I’ve got better things to do anyway.”
Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Chaeryeong to drop the box on the ground. She does as told, the metallic sounds of the guns moving inside. It echoes in the empty place, as the box falls onto the ground.
Jinsoul remains stoic, hands resting neatly inside her pockets, while her guards reach out for the box. Before they can touch it, though, you step on it, preventing anyone from moving.
“Give us the money first, Jinsoul. No funny business.” You stare right into her eyes, remembering the times you’ve caught her fooling around in her deals, leaving other people empty-handed. “Then you can check as much as you want.”
She laughs, knowing you’re no fool. “I see you’ve gotten wiser, Y/n. Well done.”
In a second, she’s handing you another small, compacted package. You take the money with your delicate hands, not in the least made to deal with such dirty stuff. You count it, already feeling the blood in your veins boil. Chaeryeong breaths are heavy beside you as you say. “This is not what we agreed on, Jinsoul. Stop being a whore for once and give me the other half of the fucking money.”
You and Chaery don’t need words to understand each other. She grabs the box back from the ground as soon as she sees you go rigid, holding on to it with the same look of disdain you bear.
“Oh, my dear.” Jinsoul stands close enough to grab a strand of your long fringe, knuckles brushing your jawline with feigned affection. “Your sister should know I am only faithful to the people I treat business with… and I didn’t discuss anything with you, precious.”
Turning your face, you hold Chaeryeong with one arm to prevent her from jumping on Jinsoul and beating her up.
“You bitch!” Your friend screams at her face, her voice muffled by Jinsoul’s hectic laughter as she walks away, back turned to you and Chaery in a clear show of disrespect.
Before you can go to Jinsoul yourself, her guards strike, going straight to the two of you. You manage to buckle and give them a few punches — causing a fair amount of trouble for someone who didn’t practice often at all, honestly. However, you were outnumbered, and soon enough you find yourself on the ground, punched and disheveled.
Coughing violently, you turn to see one of them kicking Chaeryeong in the guts, a few meters from you. The sight of your friend, cheerful and pure Chaery, being hurt enrages you to the core. You spit at their feet to gather all the attention to yourself.
“Don’t touch her, fucker!” You scream, breathless. They pay you no mind, having the time of their lives.
You feel something on your jacket, then. When you look ahead, Jinsoul has poured a thick, horizontal line of a viscous liquid through all of the massive warehouse. Other guards help, with gallons, but you know most of it is her doing — she loves to get her hands dirty in the business. There’s fire in her eyes, and by the time she lifts the lighter dramatically, you’re already well aware.
Gasoline.
“Goodbye, dearests! It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” She chants, before throwing the lighter and walking away, without any rush.
You have to use both hands to stand on your fours, then on your knees. Your jacket is long thrown elsewhere as you grab Chaeryeong by back of her neck, much like a kitten. “Let’s go, and quick. Are you badly hurt?” You murmur, looking for any bad bruises on her porcelain skin. The girl shakes her head, running her hand through her bloody nose. She whimpers, and you know she’s trying her best to be strong in front of you. You give her a hug, as well as a kiss on her dirty cheek, in hopes of bringing her a little comfort. “Good. Now come.”
You hated — no, you despised Rosé for always deceiving you. Only this time, she’d pay.
Leaning on each other, the two of you go back to where you’d parked your car, in a hidden area a few minutes away from the warehouse, just as you’ve been taught to do. You take a deep breath, appreciating the humidity and the nature that ruled the place, a forgotten piece of the city. It had rained while you were inside, and you were glad for that. You loved the smell of rain, especially in nature.
On your way to the car, you spot a water tap nearby. You take Chaeryeong’s arms from your shoulders, then, opening the tap and turning to her. “Clean yourself up.”
“You’re so bossy.” She mumbles, but is quick to do as told, grabbing a hold of the water and splashing it on her face, cleaning up the dust that gathered. Chaeryeong nearly drenches her whole head, too — her pitch-black hair all shiny within minutes as the color slowly returns to her face.
While she takes the dirt off her arms and legs, you look around to check on the fire. It is still lively, a bright beacon as the night falls by, but you know it won’t spread. The place was all rotten by rust, with barely any ceiling left, so the rain would most likely put it off.
Still, Jinsoul’s message was clear, and it stung on your pride.
At least she’s always been like that, never presenting herself differently. Much different from your sister, who tells lies for breakfast.
Your mind is still clouded by troubled thoughts when Chaeryeong lets out a tired laugh, smiling once you kneel to clean up yourself. “They beat up our asses hard out there, you know.”
As much as her statement annoys the shit out of you, you’re grateful to have her cracking jokes again. Your best friend’s delicate features suit the red color on her mouth, a sign she’s well and ready for the next one.
You feel the dust gathering under your fingers and all over your skin. It’s all over you, so intensely your honey hair can be misguided as black, with how much of it is covered by dirt.
“I’ve barely noticed.”
Chaeryeong chokes in her saliva to keep herself from laughing, knowing your patience’s running thin. Even if you have the softest spot for her, she decides not to push it.
“Yes, obviously.” She nods. You think she’s finally going to be quiet, but it’s your best friend you’re talking about. Naturally, she continues. “Let’s go to the party, please?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish washing up, feeling refreshed and no longer too bothered. “Yes.”
You both arrive where the car is parked before she adds. “And we need fighting lessons once we get back home.”
“Chaeryeong.”
“It’s true, sorry! It is.” She raises her hands as if to keep herself from being attacked by your rage.
You limit yourself to giving her a harsh stare, and she shivers under it. You can be quite intimidating when you wish to be, especially since you’re not exactly a chatterbox.
Turning the car on, you indulge your friend’s wishes as you drive towards the party she’s been nagging you about for the whole week.
-
The night’s already taken over the sky once you park on the crowded street, after hours of speeding on the free road. As you hop out of the car, your thoughts go to your sister: you know the meeting with Jinsoul had been arranged all along, with her words about Wendy being merely for you to agree on doing as told. How could she fool you like that? As if you were nothing more than another dischargeable person, like many of her toys.
It’s not the first time Rosé has sent you and Chaeryeong to some skimpy situation, but knowing she was well aware of it being a clear trap all along leaves you absolutely outraged.
Even though she knew of the risks, she still sent you. You would’ve never gone, had you known it was a situation like that, and that’s the reason she didn’t warn you beforehand.
You hated Rosé’s guts.
Chaery rushes to your side once again, side-eyeing you with as little discreetness as possible — unlike yourself, she’s never been good at hiding her expressions. You don’t even attempt to smile, still mad about your earlier encounter and all that went wrong.
Not even your bubbly, cheerful best friend can lift your spirits, at the moment.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed, Y/n.” She shakes her arms, sighing. Her tone is serious, and you know she means it. “Come on! Live your life, and stop being so strict all the time. You deserve to have fun.” Chaery grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your chin so you’ll stare at her. “So have fun! I know it fucking sucks, but it’s done! Let’s just enjoy the night and deal with the whole problem tomorrow morning.”
You roll your eyes, knowing she’d never comprehend your feelings. As much as you love how carefree she is, you also know your personalities are too different.
You allow her to interlock your hand with hers, though, as the two of you pass the sea of cars in the direction of the crowded mansion.
“You could use a little fire within yourself too, you know.” You murmur, examining the place with harsh eyes.
The front garden alone is already impressive. Its deep green lawn is impeccable — clearly trimmed and well cared for, aligning with the lavish fountain that stands in the center and all the animals sculpted in the bushes. A cupid stands in the middle of the marble fountain, water flowing smoothly from its carved bow. You recognize the modern styling of the mansion, with plenty of massive windows that cover both floors of the house. With its wooden walls, the place has a rustic yet cozy surface. There is no doubt whoever owns such property has a great sense of style.
Even that front area is crowded, too. People nearly having public sex, others throwing up vigorously while being helped by friends, a few others just passed out on the lawn… although you’re surprised to see many groups simply drinking and chilling, leaning on their cars, too — most likely seeking an escape from the vivid music and the heat wave that must be inside. You already feel the energetic music echoing through the whole atmosphere, the rhythm reverberating through the walls and on the ground. You bite your cheek to suppress a smile, not wanting your friend to notice yet. To you, there was something appealing about attending such crowded spaces. Amidst the sea of people, you were no one: known by no one, cared for by no one. It was strangely comforting, as if a weight was going off your shoulders, and you liked it.
Interrupting your thoughts, Chaeryeong shrugs, “I mean, it’s Rosé we’re talking about. Did you seriously not expect the deal to be suspicious, to say the very least?” She sighs hard, adding. “That lying, dreadful hot bitch. I’d go to as many sneaky warehouses as she commands me to, sorry, Y/n.”
Her tone is truthful enough to have you shaking your shoulders in laughter, squeezing her hand to make her stop walking through people so fast. As a matter of fact, Chaery’s fat crush on your sister isn’t by any means new to you — going on for many years already, but it always surprises you to hear her say stuff like that.
You find it hilarious, actually, that Chaeryeong is, to this day, one of your sister’s fangirls.
“I seriously can’t believe you sometimes.” You say, although youthful spirits have been lifted. Your best friend smiles brightly at you, her button nose scrunching adorably.
“You just love me so much.”
You leave her at that, and stand by the door, making your way to the main, open area — the living room. Chaeryeong is smart and attentive, which also helps to access the whole place rather quickly. Soon enough, both of you have some kind of fancy drink in hands, and you stare at the dark-haired girl rather hesitantly.
Her bright humor and the room’s energy, bustling with excitement are enough to have you feeling much better, even a little happy yourself. Still sensing your hesitation, she brings the cup to your mouth with her small hands, both of you downing your drinks within seconds.
“Okay,” She says, looking around for anything interesting. “Now the real fun begins.”
You laugh, knowing she’s going to find some source of entertainment for the night — whether it is a pretty girl to lose herself in or a newly discovered gossip to watch and comment over like a TV series.
Chaeryeong disappears and comes back with another fancy-looking drink, stumbling and nearly falling in the process, and you quickly grab the one she hands to you, taking a small sip this time. She’s already had a handful of hers and stares at your choice of savoring the liquid with playful eyes.
“What? I would rather not pass out. That’s your role.”
“You never forget, do you? It was once, Y/n. Once. And forever ago, too! I’ve never done that again.” She huffs, bringing her free hand to her chest in a fake display of resentment.
You giggle as you hug her sideways, shutting off the older girl’s whines. She quickly steps aside, though — not wanting people to think she’s not seeking some fun, and you take the opportunity to look around, observing the inside of the mansion properly.
It’s a beautiful house — a mansion, indeed — and the first floor is nothing but lavish. The bar, where you and Chaeryeong stand, is nearly the size of the one at the Diner, filled with expensive drinks and crystal cups as the bartender — not at all like the junk places the two of you usually attend— mixes drinks with experience.
It also pleases you to see how such a person is not afraid of spending money to host a good party, even if the people enjoying it are complete strangers. The lively atmosphere of young people having fun, mixed with the grand decor of the place balanced each other well, giving a lived-in aspect to said gorgeous place.
The open area has plenty of windows, allowing you to watch the gardens and the pool, outside — even though it’s massive, there’s barely any space left in between the waters, making you gulp with disgust. It was hard for you to understand how that many people would muster the courage to get in, with so many germs and fluids certainly dirtying the once crystal-clear waters.
Looking back inside, you’re able to observe the planned furniture, which is clearly well thought out, with the wooden ceiling and the thick, marble columns. There are rugs lacking, you notice, but it is surely so they don’t stain or anything.
You wonder what the place is like during a quiet, common day. One where the only noises come from the birds, chipping and singing while flying through the trees, and the running water that drips on the pool fountain.
Besides that, it is absolutely crowded. Nearly every single space is occupied by either a couple kissing like there’s no tomorrow or people screaming and dancing, yet everyone seems to be having a nice time. The atmosphere makes you smile, surprisingly cozy on this chaotic yet lively night. That’s how you feel, specially after the prior encounters: alive.
You have to make that feeling worth it.
-
Time goes by fast once you’re trying to have fun.
You quickly learn so, as you drink, smoke, and dance with Chaeryeong. Even with the alcohol leaving you happy, you’re still uneasy. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being observed, no matter how many times you tell yourself that’s absolutely insane — there are people in every possible corner of the place, and no one’s paying attention to you.
However, Chaery also seems to be opposed to the logical part of your brain.
“I think you should go for it,” Your best friend tells you, after long minutes of heavily flirting with a barbie-like girl from afar.
You’re nearly sure you know that girl, actually. She’s from your hometown, most likely; her heart-shaped mouth and cherubic features are impossible to miss.
There’s nothing more like Chaery than going to a party located 2 hours away just to fuck around with the same people you’ve known since elementary school.
Your best friend turns around, filling up both of your drinks, even though yours is only halfway empty.
You frown. “Go for what?”
It’s Chaeryeong’s turn to be annoyed at you. She throws her free arm on your shoulders, gesturing to the middle of the living room area, where four good-looking girls stand with critical looks, acting like they own the place.
Which, judging by their style and the way they carry themselves, they might as well do.
Chaeryeong points in their direction with her head, never in her life subtle. “The one in the middle has not stopped staring at you ever since we’ve arrived. Ryujin, they say it’s her name.” Your friend’s excited tone grabs your attention, and you finally take a look at the small group she’s so enamored by. “I think you should go get her.”
Your friend has always had a good taste in women, and this time’s no different. They are beautiful, crushingly so, all hanging out by the long couch, circled by many people who seem to fight for an ounce of their attention. They stay disinterested, though, not paying them as much as a quick look.
One has sharp eyes, listening attentively to what a jumpy redhead and a blonde girl have to say as she sips on her Marguerita. At last, you observe the raven-haired girl Chaeryeong mentioned: she stands powerful in the middle, her sharp features giving her an intimidating look. To your surprise, she’s already staring— her dark eyes examining you with such hunger your heart starts beating rapidly as if there were no one else in the room. Electric shocks fly through your body upon her piercing gaze, and you look away immediately.
“She’s creepy.” You take a long gulp of your drink, in hopes of washing away the urge of sneaking her a glance once again.
Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, nudging you. “Just how you like them.” She scoffs, then, when she realizes you won’t answer — not in the mood to indulge her little monologues. “Please, Y/n, for once in your life just—“
You interrupt your friend, taking a step back and giving her a fake smile. “I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll catch up with you soon, Chaery.” Getting away from her as fast as you can in such a crowded space, you’re still able to hear her voice as you ascend the grand staircase, screaming while raising her cup in your direction to prove her point.
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, Y/N! IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG, I’LL COME AND GET YOU.” You can’t help but laugh, fully knowing she means it.
Even though you escape her lecture — hearing that same discourse at least once a day ever since you can remember, you know Chaeryeong means well. It’s a matter of fact: you’ve always been the responsible one, caring and supervising others, to the point people always referred to you as “lame” or “boring”. Whether it was at the Diner, with your reckless family, or dealing with your friend’s spontaneousness, you’re unable to help it: being careful comes naturally to you, always thinking about countless opportunities for every situation possible.
Before opening many doors — the place was indeed massive, leaving you to wonder how many rooms there are — you finally find a bathroom. Without rushing, you take a deep breath, washing your face in hopes of easing your mind, too.
For the first time in many hours, you have time to truly think about the events of the day. Weariness infiltrates your bones as you grip both sides of the sink, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at your face, your features, means staring at your sister, too. At your father, the whole dirty business you do for a living and how you’re also to blame, no matter how much you avoid taking part in it. You belong in this world, there’s no denying it.
Only you so wish you weren’t.
Sitting on the toilet, you hug your knees, waiting for the tears to come. They never do; you only feel an emptiness inside your tainted soul. Somehow, you’ve already gotten used to this entire mess. Crying and pitying yourself won’t change anything.
The door opens, and Ryujin is standing in front of you before you can make yourself look presentable. She’s as intimidating as she was from afar, her thick boots making her look taller.
“Sorry for taking so long, I needed a moment. I’ll go now.” You get up quickly, trying to brush past her as you murmur excuses for keeping the bathroom all to yourself, even though she doesn’t seem to mind.
With a hand brushing your waist, she says, tone low and husked. “It’s ok. I can take you to somewhere quieter if you’d like.” Her posture is relaxed and patient, waiting for you to answer. “Listening to loud music for too long can be a bother.”
You don’t exactly know why you agree; perhaps it’s her voice, soothing and sensual — even though you somehow know her invite is not one seeking sex, or her dark eyes, staring at you like she could undress your soul and be aware of your deepest secrets. Regardless of the motives, you feel drawn to her, almost as if she’d cast a spell on you, luring you in. So you nod, allowing yourself to enter the labyrinth of corridors as Ryujin walks by your side, without rushing. Only when the two of you stop by a black, wooden door, she turns back to you. You step inside, as the world behind you suddenly turns quiet.
You’re fully aware of the risks you’re taking. She’s a stranger, and you know nothing about each other. You should be jumpy, wary in the least.
Instead, for the first time in many years, there’s not a train of thoughts running through your head, thinking about millions of possibilities and outcomes of every little thing you’ve ever witnessed.
As you walk into the middle of the spacious room, you feel nothing but calm.
-
Ryujin has good taste.
You’re not stupid: you know the bedroom you’re currently in belongs to her. The walls are made of wood, carved in light brown, and most of the furniture is black, a true portrait of how she presents herself — all dark and mysterious. Her bed stands appealing in the middle, the covers undone and inviting, while numerous papers rest neatly on her desk, but it’s the content on the wall that catches your attention. A map of the country, covered with red strings and pins linking numerous places. There are names written, too, as well as keywords and small texts.
“I’m a good listener. If you’d like to, naturally.” She takes a blunt out of her pocket, gesturing to you. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” You give her a small smile in acknowledgment. “It’s your room, anyway.”
She laughs. “Smart girl.”
“I’ll pass on your invitation to listen, though.” You continue as you stare at her closely, curious about how she’d react. Her blazer made her shirt ride up, revealing part of her toned abdomen, and you can’t help but ogle, mouth dry at the sight.
God, she’s so hot, sitting casually like that.
“As you wish. No problem.” Ryujin doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, which provides you with enough confidence to start looking around again.
A black wooden bookshelf catches your attention, standing on the opposite side of the windows and the balcony, and you’re appalled by how vast it is. It nearly occupies the entire wall, with numerous books. It’s the only part of the room that has any color besides black, brown, or white, and the books all seem pretty worn out. You brush your fingers through the shelves, lost in paradise.
“Do you expect us to fuck?” You don’t turn to face her as you ask, without shame. Strangely, you feel like you could tell her whatever you wanted to.
She shrugs, adjusting her pillows so she’d lie comfortably, looking rather small in the massive bed. The words leave her mouth so casually like nothing was ever complicated. “If you'd like to, maybe.” Her eyes travel to your body, and you shiver, once again feeling exposed. “You’re pretty. You have a beautiful body, too. So, sure.”
“Why did you bring me here, then? If not to fuck.” You murmur, eyeing her as your fingers brush a specific book, waiting for her permission.
You take it from its place once she nods, freeing the smoke from her lungs. The Waves, highlighted and annotated.
“You looked as if you had many thoughts going on in your head.” She runs her hand through her shiny, pitch-black hair, casually. “This is my quiet place. I figured you could use a little peace for a while, too.”
She was so right. From the time you entered her room, you felt nothing but peace, as if your emotional turmoil had cooled down for a few moments.
Maybe it was the calming energy Ryujin emanates or the way she looks at you so curiously. Anyway, you decide she’s worth it.
You were not exactly fond of meeting new people, much less welcoming them into your life. You didn’t feel the need to add anyone — you could barely keep up with the amount of drama you had, with not that many people. You have a best friend, a father, a stepmother, grandparents, a sister, and her friends who were your acquaintances. Not a massive crowd, but just enough for you.
However, you feel the need to let this girl in, too.
Jumping on the bed, you don’t stop until you’re near enough to feel the warmth of the blunt Ryujin holds. You lean on your elbows, facing down whilst she’s facing up, hands behind her head to support herself as she stares at the ceiling.
“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You say, determined not to feel threatened by her piercing gaze and those midnight eyes that carry such mystery.
Ryujin laughs, shaking the hand you offer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I’m Ryujin.”
She stares back, her eyes undressing you as if she’s the keeper of all your secrets. You look away. She laughs again.
Your mind wanders to Chaeryeong’s words, always eager to talk about how you should take more risks and live freely. Perhaps she’s right; you should stop worrying too much and overthinking every single thing.
You snuggle yourself even closer to Ryujin, still deciding. “But are you good?”
She frowns, turning to you. “Probably. But good at what, exactly?”
“In bed, obviously.” You roll your eyes. “Are you a good fuck?”
Being so close to her allows you to see the switch your words provoke. Her eyes darken, and she fixes her posture, no longer carefree and unbothered. No… the girl whose eyes roam over your body is far from inviting or calming. She’s powerful, just as you watched her present herself downstairs, earlier at night. With strong hands, she grabs one of your thighs, bringing you so close you’re able to play with the collar of her silk shirt.
“Why do you ask, Y/n?” Ryunjin’s hands brush your neck in a careful motion, tucking your hair away so she’s able to run her nose through your skin. One look at her, and you know she enjoys toying with you like that too much.
As she must do with anyone, you suppose.
“Well…” You look down, although still leaning at her touch. “‘Cause I want you to fuck me, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”
She doesn’t mind your impatient tone but doesn’t touch you either, even after your words. If anything, she just keeps staring at your body, as if imagining all the things she’d do.
“And how would I do that, exactly?” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a defiant answer when she grabs you by the chin, ever so gently. “Make sure to be clear with your words, my angel.”
And it’s that tone once again — so low-pitched and raspy, that makes you gulp, barely breathing under the enchanting, mysterious girl’s touches. Besides being in control at all times: when you’ve decided to accompany Ryujin to her bedroom, when initiating this battle of desire… you finally come to realize how different it is, this once. This time, Ryujin’s question presents itself as a warning, its meaning loud and clear even though it was unsaid. If you agreed to this, she would be the one in control. She’d take as much as she pleased, however, you wished her to do.
Something that is so appealing to you. Not because you feel the need to let go; no, you’ve done much of that throughout all of your life — being your family’s pawn, toy, and little doll to show off to other powerful families, making a profit over the image of perfection.
No, Ryujin’s offer is appealing simply because you’re curious to see what she’d do to you. You feel drawn to her, with a sudden urge to be under her touch, to have her inside of you.
You want her to do the most unspeakable, filthy things to your body, bringing you enough pleasure to fuck you dumb, until all of your worries are washed away and long gone.
Her. You want her.
So you stand on your knees, taking your time with unclasping your bra and throwing your shirt off the ground, long hair flowing gracefully as you move, cascading down your hips. It’s only once you’re done that you speak, long after letting her watch as you make a show out of the small act.
“I want you to pleasure me.” You say, with a voice just as lustrous as hers. “I’m sure you’ve been spoiled enough in sex. Prove it to me, then. And if you’re good enough, maybe I’ll satisfy you, too.”
She smiles, exposing her canine teeth as she watches you crawl to her. Within seconds, you’re between her legs, her mouth hot and wet on your clavicle — then wasting no time to go to your breasts, as she kisses and sucks on your skin. Making sure to bruise, to mark her presence. Territorial.
“Your wish is my command, angel of mine.” She murmurs, breath warm on your skin.
Ryujin’s taste is bitter, much like poison. Still, her lips are addicting, and it’s easy to lose yourself in between the sultry kisses you share. Your skin, your insides — you’re on fire, so turned on it burns.
Her hands, skilled and lithe, wander through your body, squeezing and groping as she pleases. Such a tease, she is. You can easily tell how delighted she is to be able to take her time, caressing the insides of your thighs as you huff, impatient. She’s so close, yet so far from where you need her. Your cunt aches, sticky and needy for something, anything.
Yearning for release after such a stressful day, you feel your body trembling with anticipation. Soon enough, you’re under her, both of your clothes long thrown on the ground. It’s hard not to blush with how she’s looking at your naked body, licking her lips as she spits, a long trail of saliva going from her fingers to your wet cunt.
You need more of her. Desperately.
Tugging her hair, you let out a loud whine. “You’re so mean, Ryujin.”
“I am.” Her answer comes immediately, as she lowers her body until her mouth is close to your pussy. She brushes the hair away from her face, eyes still heavily focused on your dripping cunt. Ryujin cups your ass, one of your legs resting on her shoulder as she brings your sex as close to her face as possible. Her eyes are starstruck, long-lost in your body as she parts your folds before giving your cunt a messy, wet kiss.
Her actions are more than enough to turn you into a withering mess: her mouth is everywhere, working her way inside of your walls with such vigor you feel so full, your troubled thoughts long forgotten. She works wonders, her tongue teasing your entrance and alternating between lapping on your clit, circling your hardened bud as you moan, squirming almost desperately. You’ve never been this sensible, yet Ryujin reverberates all of her actions through your body harder than usual — even the mere brush of her fingers has her holding your thighs firmly, to keep you from moving so much and closing your legs away.
Incoherent words leave your mouth so fast that you’d be ashamed if you were able to think about anything. Your long nails scratch her bare back in random patterns, leaving her skin so red you close your hands in a sudden wave of consciousness, shy as you bring them to your chest.
She stops too, ignoring your whines as she looks up to you with a serious face, her mouth swollen and glistening with your juices. “If you stop, I’ll stop.” She grabs your hands, placing them on her once again. It’s so sweet, somehow delicate how she handles you, much different from the way she acts with anyone else. “Don’t hold yourself back.”
You nod, gulping. She has two of her fingers aligned with your slit, spreading your juices through your pussy with that little smug smile of hers before easing them inside. They slide in easily, the gushing sounds filling the room along with your voice. “Ryujin… oh f-fuck!”
“Touch your nipples.” Ryujin commands, mouth closing against your clit once again. She licks and applies a weak suction, not yet enough to overstimulate you. You’re long gone, though, incapable of forming any thoughts on your pretty head, let alone following any commands. She knows it, which is the reason her hands grope your tits with strength, massaging. “You’re sensitive, angel. Touch them for me, will you?”
It seems to work, this time. You mumble a response to her patient tone, hands going straight to your nipples as you cup your breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but certainly not small either. If you squeezed them tightly — as you were currently, doing, you could fit them in your hands. Biting your lip, you flick your thumbs through the hardened buds, circling your areolas as your fingers twist and pinch your nipples.
The action sends a shock of electricity through your body, and you throw your head back in pleasure.
“Good girl, Y/n. God, your tits are so pretty. You look so pretty like this, doing so good for me.” You barely register her words, although it doesn’t seem necessary; if anything, Ryujin seems to be speaking to herself. She lifts her head, fingers thrusting in even deeper as she judges the bruises on your hips with hard eyes. Her voice is different, too, serious as she adds, “Must’ve been a tough day, hm? You’re all bruised, my love. And I haven’t given you any of these.”
“Something like that, I guess.” You murmur, closing your eyes to focus on how good she is making you feel.
She kisses each one of your bruises with delicacy, looking somehow annoyed. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pouty, making it easy to tell she’s lost in thought. Because of her reaction, you lift her chin, cocking your head to the sides as you try to figure her out. It seems to wake her up from her trance, instead. Ryujin takes your fingers and sucks, staring at you while her tongue wets your index and thumb just as she was doing to your pussy, moments prior.
This girl’s going to be the death of you.
Her attention returns to your cunt, swollen and red, as she fastens the thrusts on your slit. It hits deep, each movement bringing you closer to the orgasm you ache for. A third finger is added, then, and you feel yourself close to the edge. Ryujin must’ve felt your muscles clenching, too, since she’s quick to give your clit one last, deep suck.
It feels like there’s no air left in the room. The pleasure that was building up in your lower abdomen explodes, with violent waves of pleasure erupting and giving you the best sensation you’ve ever felt. It’s ecstatic, as if thousands of fireworks live in every little space of your body. You feel spectacular, but more than that, you feel alive. With a high cry, you cum, Ryujin’s fingers still working their way inside, helping you ride out from your orgasm. She’s careful to not touch your clit, just staring at your fucked out face as your chest moves rapidly, trying to even your breathing.
After a few minutes, you squirm, expecting her to distance herself and stop touching your cunt.
It’s not what happens, though — in a blink, she’s all over you, working her way up your body with wet kisses until your lips meet once again in a messy kiss.
“You’re relaxed now, right?” She says, sucking on your lower lip. “And you were so perfect, angel. It’s my turn. Can you give me one more? Do you think you can do it for me?”
Suddenly, you’re all hot again, as her fingers thrust into you deeper and deeper. You’re dizzy, more than happy to drink on her and let her drive you into pleasure as she says so.
“R-ryujin…” You chant her name, clinging to the girl.
It doesn’t take you long to cum, this time. The orgasm that drags through your body is strong but slow, leaving you full in more ways than you’ll ever be able to describe.
“So good.” She says, hands tight on your waist and caressing your abdomen, with no rush at all. “You’re doing so good, Y/n.”
Your cunt feels empty without her fingers inside, pussy swollen and pleased. Even though she’s right by your side, you miss her, reaching out for her touches. She’s more than eager to comply, holding you close as she kisses the top of your head, brushing the long strands of hair away from your face.
The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in a warm bubble that has you completely in peace. Your muscles relax, and you feel the tiredness in your bones, pleading for sleep. It’s easy to get lost in Ryujin’s arms, forgetting your duties and obligations until your mind is filled with her.
Just as quickly, you’re thrown back into reality by the doorknob — it’s forced from the outside, although the door doesn’t move, thankfully locked. It’s most likely someone drunk, searching for a place to have fun with someone, but the action is enough for you to remember the reason you’ve attended such a party: an energetic girl with dark hair and the worst sense of humor you’ve ever seen, who was probably worried sick about you and cursing your entire existence.
With that in mind, you get up, grabbing your dispersed clothes on the floor and putting them on. Ryujin’s stare is attentive, following your every move. She’s still comfortable in her bed, not bothering to cover herself as she reaches out for the blunt on her nightstand.
“You can stay, if you’d like.” Her voice has a special effect on you. It makes your body relax instantly, and you breathe in. “Enjoy the quietude. There’s no need to run away.”
“I’m not running away.” You frown, somehow bothered that she thinks so. Grunting, you clarify, “I’d like to… hum, continue this. But my friend’s been waiting for long now. She must be going crazy, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. I have to take care of her.”
“Why so?” There it is. That smirk, the air of superiority that adds to Ryujin’s strong façade. It’s almost as if she’s mocking you, playing with her words. “Is she a child? Or just so stupid she can’t take care of herself…”
Your face reddens, and you finish tying your shoes just as quickly as you turn to her, both hands gripping her bed frame so you’re able to jerk your body forward. “Chaeryeong’s not stupid. Watch your fucking mouth.”
People could say anything they wanted about you. In fact, they already did — ever since you were little and your mother had left, people judged and made assumptions about your life. It was impossible not to be a target, with a family like yours, handling the business that you do. It did hurt, at the beginning, but you’ve eventually figured it out: people talked about everyone, and you weren’t special. They were so miserable and uninteresting that they’d criticize every single little thing, no matter how invisible you tried to be. It’s just how they were.
However, any words directed at your best friend are enough for you to get into messy fights. No one was allowed to talk shit about her. Not cheerful, bright Chaeryeong, who had the biggest, cutest smile and the purest intentions in her heart. You’d never allow it.
Seeing how serious you were, Ryujin’s smile dropped. She tapped her blunt in the ashtray, careful to not let the dust spill. “You’re right, she’s not. I apologize.” Although she doesn’t look sorry at all. It’s as if everything is a big joke to her; which, with such a lavish house, you know it most likely is.
Rich people are always assholes.
Humming, you roll your eyes as you try to fix your hair, failing terribly. It’s still as wild as ever, stubbornly fighting your fingers when you run your hands through its entire length, in attempts of detangling something. The subject’s been brushed off when she speaks again, breaking the silence without any awkwardness. “Yeji is keeping an eye on her, anyway. So you don’t need to fry your neurons and die of preoccupation.”
It’s awkward — you’re awkward, meanwhile, the girl looks completely at ease as she takes another hold of smoke into her lungs, naked in all her glory. God, she’s so hot; her muscles are defined, and she’s simply beautiful, like a fallen angel. It takes all of you to not fall down on your knees immediately, begging to eat her out and make her scream in pleasure like she’s done to you. But you’re also tired, and you really need to let your friend know you’re alive and well. There’s nothing more that you hate than being a bother, so you can’t let her alone, wondering if you’ve forgotten about her presence.
“You really are good.” You stare at your hands, letting out a faint giggle. It’s amazing how suddenly shy you are, given how you were begging just minutes prior. “A good fuck, I mean. You are.” In a blink, you’re by the door, gripping the doorknob with an unnecessary amount of strength. “I hope to return the favor, someday.”
“Someday.” She says, tone enigmatic as ever. You’ve noticed she’s annoyingly good at hiding her expressions, always with a bored look on her face. “See you, Y/n.”
You don’t say anything else as you leave the room, losing yourself in the labyrinth of corridors without looking back.
-
Turns out Chaeryeong is still at the same place she was when you left, thankfully. She jumps into your arms as soon as she sees you, sighing in relief. “I’m going to kill you! Where have you been? I looked everywhere!”
You hold her firmly by the waist, her voice a few quarters higher than usual. Chaery might not be tall, but in this drunken state, she’s heavy, nearly dragging both of you to the ground. She laughs uncontrollably, happy to have you by her side once again.
“The bathroom line was too long.” You lie, taking the drink from her hands as you take a sip. It’s strong, provoking a nauseous sensation that you ignore as you swallow it down.
The lie comes naturally, not because you feel like you have to hide what happened from your best friend, but simply because you find yourself too tired to explain. She’s going to make you repeat yourself as soon as she sobers up again, anyway.
She knows it, though. “Liar! You were doing something.” The girl narrows her eyes, a confused expression on her face as she brushes the hair away from your neck. “Where’d you get a new necklac— Y/n! You dirty whore!”
You can’t help but laugh as she examines the hickeys Ryujin left on your skin, mouth opened in a big “O” — slightly pushing her off you. Chaeryeong stumbles, hitting the wall with her shoulders as she tries to gather her balance.
“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? M’ too tired right now.” You promise, not giving her drink back once she reaches out for it.
Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to mind, jumping up and down in excitement. She grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your body with a smile that nearly covers her entire face. “My girl’s getting some game, wow! I’m so happy for you, Y/n! You have no idea. Do you know how many times I wished you got someone? I seriously thought you were going to turn into a nun or something.”
“Hey!” You protest, “I’m not a prude! The last time I had kissed someone was like, last month or something.”
Chaery stops jumping, thankfully. She pays no mind to your grumbling, twirling, and moving along with the blasting music’s rhythm. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”
You eye her with narrowed eyes, but she stops all of her movements before you can give her a sneaky response. Her face pales, and she gulps deeply.
“Are you okay, Chaery?” No response. Chaeryeong’s eyes are fixated on the wall behind you, the colorful lights and blasting music from the living room surely doing nothing but overwhelming her even more.
“Yeah.” She looks up, sighing. “Just felt this sudden urge to t—“ The way she covers her mouth is enough of a sign, for you. Acting quickly, you pull her to the gardens, as Chaeryeong tries her best to not jerk her body forward. It’s immediate: she throws up as soon as she finds a bush to lean on, the effects of the alcohol, adrenaline, and visual stimulation from the party getting to her organism.
“I guess you kept your drinking game high while I was busy?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood. It works, you can tell Chaery’s laughing by the way her small shoulders move. She gives you a thumbs up, too, her face still shoved in between the leaves. “Okay. Are you good to be by yourself for a few moments? I’ll get you some water, then I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.” Your friend manages to say, lying down on the grass. Her hair is all messy, and her face remains pale. “I’m fine now, though. 100%.”
“I’m still getting you the water.” You get up from where you were kneeling, too, rushing towards the kitchen entry with hurried steps.
You’re not too worried, though. This wasn’t exactly an unusual situation — sometimes Chaeryeong would drink too much, too fast… sometimes you would. It was a pain in the ass, naturally, and you’d always wake up deeply hungover the next day, but it wasn’t something to be deeply preoccupied with.
Humming to yourself, you open the fridge, in hopes of finding a bottle of fresh water. It was better than going to the bar set in the lively living room and asking for one, anyway. You barely notice a girl standing next to you, handing exactly what you’re looking for. She’s one of Ryujin’s friends, you reckon — her sunset, pin-straight hair compliments her features effortlessly, as her hypnotizing eyes stare at you attentively.
You know a judgmental look when you see one. This one’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“For your pretty friend.” She says, waiting patiently for you to take the bottle from her hands. You do, still silent, yet your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t scare her away. She keeps babbling, not minding you at all. “I hope she feels better.”
It’s as though she knows something you don’t, and the hidden mockery in the air leaves you uneasy.
“Thanks…” You murmur, playing with the bottle in your hands. Before you brush past her to return to your friend, she adds.
“—Yeji. That’s my name.” Yeji tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waving you goodbye with feigned innocency. “Bye, Y/n. Make sure Chaeryeong arrives home safely.”
Chaery’s had an eye on her earlier, nearly fucking her from afar while you were in your own world, lost in thoughts. They probably had some fun before you came back to your friend, that’s all.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you lean next to Chaeryeong again, trying to ease the knot in your stomach as you give her the plastic bottle.
“Here, don’t drink it all at once.” You say, chuckling as the girl nearly drowns herself in the water, desperate to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s been a long day, Chaeryeong. Let’s go home.”
She gladly takes the hand you offer, groaning as she shakes the remains of grass from her pants. “I had fun, though. Today was a fun day, Y/n. Did you have fun too?”
There’s mischief all over her face, making it impossible for you to feel down. It’s her gift, being able to lift your spirits with her lame jokes and energetic nature.
“Of course, Chaery. I always have fun when I’m with you.” You nod.
Your words please her, and she leans her head against your shoulder as you make your way to the car, side by side.
It’s late, and you’re tired. You’d handle it all in the morning.
-
Despite the weariness that penetrates thick in your bones, you’re punctual as always, doodling in your journal by the counter as the sun fights its way up against the messy fog of the morning. It’s a routine you’ve been doing ever since you were a teenager: going out, partying, and going to so many places until dawn, while still showing up to work at the Diner in the following morning.
You’d get some rest, eventually. For now, the four hours of sleep you had were enough to keep you up, somehow Besides, Saturday mornings are always some of the slowest days at the place, with hardly anyone coming for breakfast. People liked to sleep in, trying to gather all the hours they’ve lost from having to wake up early for work, you guess — which is why the place is empty, no customers to be seen.
There’s a hard slam on the corner, and you lift your eyes to follow the sound. You’re greeted by Rosé: her baby-pink hair is even messier than usual, and her leather jacket seems to be the only thing protecting her from the chilly weather. It does little to ease her, though — Your sister’s shorts expose her legs, dirty and scratched. At least her crop top is thick, the black clothing making her seem even more intimidating. And she smells of smoke, instead of her usual cologne.
“You look like shit.” You’re the first to break the silence, as your eyes return to your sketch. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you try your best to act indifferent to your sister’s piercing stare. “I’m taking you haven’t had any sleep at all.”
She’s fuming, you know that. Somehow, Rosé’s cold attitude is much worse than her red fire. Her quietness scares you, as it should. It’s never a good sign.
“Have you ever been anything other than useless, all your life?” She spits, and her words hurt, no matter how long you’ve mentally prepared yourself to have that talk, ever since you left the warehouse. “I asked you to do one thing, Y/n. One fucking thing, and you managed to fuck it all up! God, you’re such a failure.”
Your mouth is dry, all of your courage going down the drain as you stare at the woman in front of you. Suddenly, you’re a little kid again, playing your part as Rosé’s little doll so you’d receive a smile, a praise, anything from her. You’d do anything to get her to acknowledge you, having to fight for her attention like everyone else.
But not anymore.
She hits the counter again, visibly enraged. You shove your finger at her chest, fighting back before she destroys you with her words — like she’s so good at.
“And you’re a fucking liar! Fuck you, Rosé. You fucking lied to me, saying we’d meet Wendy because you knew damn well I’d say no to dealing with Jinsoul. And you know what? I was fucking right!” Saying the words out loud is enough to give you courage. When you speak again, your tone is low, sharp like she’d taught you. “We could’ve gotten seriously hurt out there, Rosé. And you were fully aware of that when you sent us into that fucking trap! You’re in no position to demand anything.”
Rosé runs her hands through her hair, and you can tell she’s exhausted, too. She’s always hidden things from you, so it’s impossible to know what’s going on in her life. Although you can’t bring yourself to care, anymore.
“We need that money, Y/n!” She shouts, exasperated. If her stare could burn, you’d be long dead. “How do you think things work, huh? Who do you think is paying for that fancy college of yours — our house, the food we eat every day? It’s me! I provide for us, with that dirty money you hate so much. So wake up! Fucking idiot. Stop being such a burden and help, for once.”
You know it’s true. Even though your father is supposedly the one in charge, Rosé is the true leader. Needless to say, you’re grateful for all of those things.
Which doesn’t make Rosé any less of an asshole.
“You’re a shit sister.” You lean on the chair, your icy tone placing a blunt contrast to her fiery screams. “And an absolutely horrible person. I despise you.”
A flash of hurt passes through Rosé’s arms, so fast you wonder if you’ve imagined it. But as fast as it happens, it’s over with. Instantly, her defenses are up again, and your sister looks down on you, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms in the middle of her chest.
“You’re tiring me.” She huffs, her tone making it clear she is done with the conversation. Rosé leans on the counter and shoves your shoulders on a punch before storming away, slamming the entry door loudly. “I’m going out, to clean the mess you’ve made. Like always.”
Tears start to cloud your vision as you watch her hop on her car, the roaming of the engines making her feelings clear enough for anyone to understand. She’s an asshole, you know it; but it’s hard to not be upset by her lack of care towards you. You long for her approval and affection, getting anything other than that is enough to leave you deeply hurt.
It’s frustrating, to feel like that over such a shitty situation. You don’t even know if the tears you shed come from sadness or from anger, as you brush them away from your face.
A lithe figure hits the window to grab your attention, and you’re deeply surprised to see Ryujin barging in, walking towards you in confident steps. She chooses the table closest to you, resting her arms over the chairs next to hers.
“Good morning, Y/n.” She says, completely comfortable.
“Morning.” You can’t help but frown, confused. At least her presence offers enough of a distraction from your actual problems. “What are you doing here, Ryujin?”
Ryujin smiles, her eyes small and dazed, so pretty it should be a crime. The rays of weak sunlight brighten her face, making her seem almost innocent. Much different from the night prior. “I heard this place had great food, so I came to check. I woke up pretty hungry, you know.”
“Sure.” You hum, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I’ll have some waffles, pancakes, and coffee. Black, and with no sugar, please.” She says, after looking at the menu. You nod, making your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, in hopes of escaping her intense stares.
It’s unsettling, how you’re able to feel her gaze burning holes on your back. The sensation takes you back to the night prior, a tingling sensation looking for a place in your core. You push it away, opening the double doors of the cooking area.
“Yoona unnie?” You look for the woman, watching her put her phone down to pay you attention. Smiling, you hand her a small note. “We have a customer.”
“Oh, so early! No one comes on Saturdays.” She mumbles, peeking out behind you to spot Ryujin, who stares at the road in boredom. “I’ll prepare it quickly. Meanwhile, you can go entertain her.”
You laugh at Yoona’s suggestion, shaking your head. “I’d rather wait here, with you.”
Yoona’s face turns serious, as she points at you. “No one is allowed in the kitchen while I cook. Goodbye, Y/n.” You grumble, having no choice but to go back to Ryujin while the woman pushes you out the doors.
Having coffee without any sugar is a trait reserved for psychopaths, which you think suits Ryujin well. You pour her drink in your favorite mug, before returning to her table.
“I thought you also cooked.” The raven-haired girl stands when you approach, promptly pulling the chair in front of herself.
She gestures for you to sit, and you frown, ready to argue that you are still working. The knowing look she gives you is enough to make you sit down, obedient.
“I can’t cook to save my life.” You explain, giggling to cover the shame of having to admit such a fact. “Yoona does it effortlessly, though. Her pastries are the best.”
Ryujin nods, scrunching her nose as she looks around. “And where’s your friend, may I ask?” Her smirk turns playful, pointy canines exposed at you. “Are you not taking care of her right now?”
“She’s not a child, right? She can take care of herself.” Although you play along in her game — repeating what she’d told you the day prior, you’re also quick to add. “Besides, she’s sleeping right now. Chaery always sleeps until late after a party.”
“Lucky her.” Ryujin whistles, and you agree. You wish you could sleep like your best friend, too. Not only did Chaeryeong often sleep until late at noon, but she’s also the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, unlike yourself. You envy her ability to sleep through literally anything possible.
Yoona calls for you to get Ryujin’s order, which you quickly do. The dishes look impeccable once you place them on the table. Yoona never misses.
It wasn’t rare to have customers who came by themselves, with the desire to have a moment of peace and enjoy their meals. With that in mind, you motion to leave, leaving Ryujin alone to do just that. She surprises you by grabbing your hand, ever so gently.
“This one’s for you, actually.” She pushes the pancake plate in your direction, hand still holding on to yours. Her fingers trace gentle circles in your palm. “Would mind joining me? I hate to eat alone.”
Leaving you without words is, apparently, one of Ryujin’s many talents. Once again, you feel drawn to her, incapable of saying no. It’s something in her eyes, you suppose; the way she stares at you, attentive, from the moment you first met each other. She acknowledges every little detail about you, and most importantly, she listens. You didn’t know someone could understand you entirely like that — it’s both thrilling and scary, to know you’re so aligned.
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, in a clear sign that you don’t.
The two of you eat, soon engaged in lively conversation. It’s a pleasant surprise, to know Ryujin is much more than a pretty, intimidating face: she’s smart, funny, and very attentive. You both enjoy the same books, and she’s respectful and mindful when sharing her perspective about topics you disagree on. Time flies, and you find yourself comfortable in her presence.
Getting you to talk about yourself is difficult — even Chaeryeong has to ask repeatedly to get information from you. You just can’t help it: being raised to be a discreet, private person has created the habit of bottling up your emotions, and hiding things until you couldn’t handle them anymore.
However, the words flow freely with Ryujin. You want to share about your life, your hobbies, the people you love… it’s just somewhat easy when it comes to her.
And she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Far from that, Ryujin drinks from you: acknowledging every little detail about yourself, enchanted and marveled.
You barely notice how quickly you’ve eaten breakfast, not even a small bite left. Ryujin is surprised, too, to not have noticed either. You’ve distracted her and knocked down her defenses without even meaning to do so.
“Okay, so I might’ve come here with a purpose…” She says, and you shake your head. Of course, she did. “In my defense, I found this on my bedside table, a little after you left, and it looked pretty fancy to just keep to myself.”
In her hands, there’s a cross necklace, shining in bright silver. Your fingers go to your neck unconsciously, in hopes of touching the one you kept with yourself at all times — only to hold on to the air, instead. You grasp, bile bundling up in your stomach at the thought of the hours you’ve spent without your precious necklace.
As soon as you reach out for it, Ryujin holds the jewelry away from your hands.
“May I?” She unclasps the lock, gesturing to where it should be rested.
You nod, eager to have your necklace back. Holding your hair away from your face, you turn around, waiting for her. Her breath is hot on the back of your neck, and for a moment, you think she might kiss you. Instead, she takes a step back, a proud look on her face as she runs her thumb against the bruises on your collarbone. “There. All done, angel.”
“Thank you.” The words that leave your mouth are sincere, and you can’t muster how grateful you truly are. “I… Thank you, really. This is so important to me. How can I repay you?”
No matter how much you might hate Rosé at the current moment, that necklace means everything to you. It reminds you of a time when things were less complicated. When you were too young to understand what was truly going on in your life, lost in the innocence of childhood.
“Don’t worry about it.” Ryujin brushes it off, getting up quickly. She drops some money on the table, definitely much more than what she’s ordered. “We’ll see each other soon. Bye, Y/n. You look beautiful, by the way.”
Just as fast as she appeared, Ryujin’s gone. Leaving you to wonder what’s underneath all that mysterious façade, you go back to your chores, unable to brush the raven-haired girl off from your thoughts.
Rosé’s been having one hell of a week. Weeks, or even a month.
As if dealing with her family’s business wasn’t enough, with people constantly waiting for an opportunity to betray her and plan their downfall, this new gang that’s been stealing all her clients and supplies has been pissing her off in ways she didn’t deem possible. And now, she has your stupid feelings to worry about. God, you’re so damn sensitive it drives her crazy.
“Rosie?” Lisa’s voice reminds the woman she’s in the middle of a meeting — one she called herself. “What’s going on? You’ve been distracted ever since you walked through the door.”
“Yeah. This fucking sucks, but don’t fret too much. It’s not like we’ve not dealt with situations like those before. Those bitches will get what they deserve.” Jisoo says, in an attempt to soothe Rosé’s nerves. Her tone is excited — perhaps too much.
She’s always been a little masochist.
They’re right, which only makes Rosé more frustrated. She should be planning her revenge, not pouting over a stupid fight.
“I know, it’s just—“ She sighs. “Never mind. Let’s get this over with.”
They all nod, chatting vividly, but Rosé’s phone lights up before she’s able to join the conversation. There’s a message from an unknown number, which is unusual.
The content of it is what unsettles her the most. Her mouth dries and the air runs from her lungs as she stares at the image sent — A picture of you, boobs covered by someone’s arms and bare waist filled with bruises.
The message under it says Thank you for the guns and the snack. I’ll make sure to come back for more, later.
It doesn’t have a slight indication of who sent it, but Rosé doesn’t need a confirmation. She knows exactly who did.
“Jennie!” She screams, even though the girl is not far away from herself, sitting by the long table in the dining room. “Grab the stuff immediately. We’ll do this in my house, instead.” And so she turns, barging orders as she goes.
No one’s going to use her little sister as bait and live.
This newcomer might’ve had a few strikes of beginner's luck, but Rosé’s patience had run thin. She wouldn’t tolerate any insolences anymore, no.
She’ll have Ryujin’s head.
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Hiii could you please do a blackpink reaction to meeting their fem s/o for the first time (also could the s/o have tattos and is slightly chubby, but also muscular)
Thank youuuu
♡︎How you meet♡︎
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for sure although I'm not gonna specify what the reader looks like so you can imagine that bit I wanna make it as inclusive as I can
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𝓙𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮♪
You and Jennie met on set for her solo 'Solo' you were the makeup artist for the shoot and of course working on Jennies face caused you two to talk before you could leave and pack up for the day to go home Jennie tapped your arm and asked for you number and if she could take you on a date that weekend of course you agreed
𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓸♪
You and Jisoo met when she was making her solo album 'ME' you choreographed the dance for Flower of course you had to teach her the dance Wich caused you two to spend a lot of time together you asked her for coffee a month later and she agreed which is how the relationship between you and her started
𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮́♪
You and rosé met when she was back in Australia you were visiting (unless your from there) and you two passed by each other on the street and had one of those cliché meetings of you guys accidentally bumping into one another and you spilling your coffee all over you she helped you clean it and offered to buy you a new one
𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♪
You and Lisa met before blackpink became a group everyone was still trainee's when you saw Lisa perform Infront of the staff from outside the door you fell in love with the way she danced so later that night you found her and asked her to help you improve on your dance luckily she was super sweet and you guys became friends then that friendship blossomed into love
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.. her angel .. pairing. roseanne park/rosé x female reader genre. angst, fluff pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. you’re a sick person, and you knew that, but when you met the love of your life, you started to change for the better. wc. 0.7k cw. serial killer!reader tw. cursing, mentions/brief descriptions of murder, mentions infidelity and breakup, reader loses mind, brief depiction of ‘snapping’ mentally, so much love tbh, kisses, pet names (‘baby’, ‘angel’) a/n. let’s pretend i’m not late with this birthday post 😻
You were mentally fucked up, a complete monster of a person. You had a whole life ahead of you, a future, why did you decide to take this route? It’s not like you weren’t smart, because you had street smarts and book smarts. It’s not like you were born into an unforgiving household, your family loved and cared for you in all the ways they could, you were their only child, after all, you were all they had. 
Maybe that’s what put pressure on you. Pressure to be perfect, pressure to fit into their mold of what perfection seemed to be like, what their perfect child looked like. You weren’t anywhere near who they wanted you to be, in your mind, and this might have caused you to lose it all.
It also could be the heartbreak you experienced only a year before you snapped. You were in love with this boy, let’s call him “Minhyuk”. You had every ounce of appreciation for this boy, loved everything about him and didn’t waste any time in proving it to him as soon as the two of you started dating. Dating, yes, you two dated. It didn’t last for long, because he was soon caught sleeping with another woman. That was that. You ended things and both of you moved on. At least, you thought you did? Subconsciously, you might’ve been holding onto that, but were you really?
I mean, the first person you did kill was that whore your ex-boyfriend cheated on you with. But, that couldn’t have had anything to do with it, right?
Murder. Murder. Murder.
The only thing you thought, day in and day out. You were depressed, and killing made you feel alive again. Killing everyone in your path. You did it without even trying. Someone pissed you off? Dead. Someone upset you? Dead. Someone bumped into you on the crowded sidewalk when they had nowhere else to go? Dead.
You were insane, you knew that much. But it was only when you met her that you finally wanted to be different, to be normal. 
You weren’t normal in the slightest, but she knew that. She loved you for that, she appreciated you for everything that you were. She saw your flaws, maybe not through a magnifying glass, but she saw them nonetheless. You were perfect in her eyes, the definition of perfection, for once in your life. She made you feel alive without causing pain, she made you drown out reality without shoving a knife through someone else’s head. She was your savior, she made you want to change.
“Would you love me if I changed?” you’d ask her, newly softened eyes staring up at her closed ones as your head rested between her legs, her warmth enveloping you.
“Changed, how?” she replied, not opening her eyes for even a second, gentle fingers running through your hair in a comforting manner, how she always did to allow you to let out a calmed sigh.
“I don’t know, what if I was just… different? Would you still love me?”
She finally looked down at you, eyes glossy with empathy, just like they always were. You could see the pain in them, everything she’s been through in her life was reflecting in her eyes, she has been burnt and her eyes were her third degree burns.
“I’ll love you forever, baby. No matter who you become, no matter who you are, no matter who you were, no matter what you’ve done, I will love you always.”
Once she would find out about what you’ve done, you would be so upset, scared she’d fear you. But she was just as accepting of you as she’d always been, her words always playing in your mind; “I will love you always”. That’s what constantly kept you going. Her love. That was your lifeline, she was your lifeline.
“I wanna kiss you until you make me forget how terrible of a person I am,” you slipped in a smile as you pulled away from her swollen lips, hours of kissing later and you’re still clung to her, lying on top of her on the bed you two share, fingers locked and tongues bickering delicately with oneselves.
“So kiss me until you forget, my angel,” she smiled in return, pulling you back down so your lips could relock in a passionate and loving kiss. She was your world, so for her, you’d be an angel.
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tzuyusluv · 9 months
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❥ Soft Things Blackpink Does
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Jisoo
• her spoiling her solo before anyone else even knew about it because ‘you’re her biggest supporter so you deserve to be the first’
• Her taking you onto the sets of music videos because and showing you the dance moves that she performs
Jennie
• Wearing matching Chanel outfits
• Has never once rolled her eyes at you saying that it’s saved for ‘people who really deserve it’ and ‘you’re one of the people I love, why would you deserve it’
Rosé
• Calling you a special nickname that no one else can call you otherwise she’ll give them a glare
• Having matching home and lock screens that when you place your phones next to the other, it lines up to a cute picture of you two together with hank
Lisa
• Calls you her love so that way you also have a nickname that’s start with L so you’re matching with her and her pets
• Her being strict with everyone except you. She lets you get away with so much just because she loves you
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