(パク・チェヨン™) 𝗨𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁 - park chaeyoung x fem reader

𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊

THIRD PERSON's P.O.V:

Agony, suffering, misery, distress; Rosé felt nothing. She lost her. She lost the girl who gave her the world-- the one who loved her at her lowest, the one who brought her so much comfort just by her presence, the one who believed in her when she didn't; the one who loved her and took care of her everyday like it's her last. She's gone; you're gone.

Today was the day Roseanne thought wouldn't come until you we're old; your funeral. Your band mates, family, friends inside and outside of the company we're here. Your oppa's, unnie's, and dongsaeng's we're looking at the white coffin you we're in as they converse all the good things you have done, not just to them but to the people that surrounded you.

Rosé laid on your side of the bed, wearing the coat she brought you that smelled like vanilla; the scent you love. She breathed in your scent as tears ran down her cheeks. Her left hand was holding a Polaroid of you two. Rosé was kissing your cheek and you we're smiling widely your eyes we're nowhere to be seen. It was a sight to see. It was magical; perfect. Rosé heart clenched at the thought that you we're truly gone.

The moon finally took her rest. She shone her light so brightly. Everyone will not forget the beauty she gave the world.

"Rosie? Rosie, are-"

"I-I lost her, unnie. I lost Y/N. I lost the love of my l-life."

Rosé said as she looked the older girl who was standing at the opened door. Jennie didn't have any second thoughts before she ran towards the girl, engulfing her in a hug. Rosé cried on her shoulder; sobbed. Jennie's tears also made their way down her dumpling-like cheeks as she ran her finger through Roseanne's hair in attempt to calm her down.

"We planned on making so, so many memories, unnie... I just never thought that she would become one."

"Hey, hey... Rosie. Stop bringing yourself down, please. I know it hurts; very much. But, Rosie you have to be good to yourself. Y/N didn't like it when you're sad, right? She loved it when you're happy, you're smiling."

Rosé stayed silent. Instead of saying anything, she grabbed your coat before hugging it. She then again started to sob uncontrollably. Jennie was there. Jennie was there to rub her back.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay; you're gonna be. It might not be now, but soon. Now, come on. It's the time to say your goodbye. Your final goodbye."

Rosé shook her head no. "N-no. It'll be painful. Too painful."

Jennie sent her a sad smile. "I know it is. Seeing her will probably make it worse, but if you don't say goodbye will hurt you even more knowing that you didn't have any proper farewell. This will be the last time, Rosé."

"A-alright. I'll go."

"She would be very proud of you, darling."

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The funeral was now starting and Rosie could barely stop her tears. She kept her eyes glued to your white coffin. She wanted to kiss you. She wanted to hug you. She wanted to feel your warmth againts her own. She needed to feel you. She wanted to end this nightmare.

Idols we're wearing their suits and tie, and white dresses. Cameras we're flashing everywhere. Reporters we're ready to go on air.

Everyone noticed how bad Rosé's state was. Jennie held the younger close to her, rubbing her shoulder in a comforting manner. As Rosé looked up, she saw unfamiliar faces. Some of them we're maybe your groups' fans.

"May her soul be blessed." Those we're the only words Rosé heard as her mind was flying most of the time. Everyone bow down their heads and gave a moment of silence. After some time, people we're given a chance to say a few words and Rosé was the first one. She grabbed the mic from the stand as she cleared her throat. She adjusted her black glasses before speaking.

"There's always this specific- special person in our lives. Whether it's a family member, a friend, colleague, or a lover. I'm more than lucky to have Y/N as mine. Everyone knows her as the cold hearted, but very talented girl. But, under those façade she has, she's nothing but a sweet and pure girl. She was so brave. So caring, and so kind. She always did her best not to let anyone down. She was always my shoulder to cry on; she would hug me close to her body and kiss the crown of my head, coaxing me into breaking. She did those things effortlessly, i-it was honestly so... unbelievable. No matter how mad she is nor disappointed, she would always say "I love you" before  going to bed. Now... It'll be silence. Everyone, I know that we will be missing her so much. Please continue to show her, and ITZY love. Y/N will be forever in my heart. Y/N, baby. The world will not be the same without you."

As Rosé ended, stream of tears we're down her cheeks. Irene was next to say something.

"When someone mentions your name, Bae Y/N, it makes me realize how lucky I am to have you as my little sister. You're nothing but the sweetest girl I know. You put me before yourself. You put my needs before yours. You never once started a fight with me, nor said or do something that you know will disappoint me. You never disrespected me. Baby... I'll miss you. I'll miss how you be a complete softie towards me. I'll miss how you make faces when I'm sad. I'll miss how you mess up your cooking when you're trying to prove me you can. I'll miss you, my mini-me. You will always be my Bae no. 2. I love you, Y/N. Always and forever."

After a couple more, there was a woman who Rosé didn't know was here.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Youi. I just wanna say that Y/N was really kind. We we're extremely close, but soon drifted apart. I wish I could turn back the time and tell her how much she means to me, and how much I love her. It saddens me that I will never see that wonderful person again. I will miss you, Y/N."

When Youi was done, she went back to her spot before sighing deeply. Rosé followed her movements.

"Who is she?" Rosé mumbled to herself.

It was time for the burial. Several men helped to get the casket. Rosé stood up, stopping them. She quickly opened up your coffin before kissing you. A few people gasped at what she did.

"I wasn't going to let you go without a kiss. You'd always give me one before you go to work, before we go to sleep. Now, this kiss a goodbye. One last kiss, baby. One last kiss."

Rosé felt a pain in her chest, and she knew that it wasn't going to go away.

--

"Bae Y/N, may you now rest in peace." The Priest said as the burial was over. Rosé shook her head in disbelief. You we're gone. It was what Rosé's strength, but all your love was gone.

As several people started to leave, Jennie grabbed Rosé's hand.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home. You need to take some rest."

As she stood up, she saw Youi sitting infront of your stone. She let her eyes linger to the girl, but she doesn't want to seem jealous...

Jealousy was the one who killed her lover in the first place.

--

Jennie kept Rosé company. She didn't want to leave the younger in times like this no matter how fuck up she is.

"Hey, unnie. Do you know who that girl is? The one who's apparently close to Y/N?" Rosé asked.

"You mean Youi?"

"Yeah, that girl."

"Uh. I think it's not the right time to tell you this."

Rosé gave the older a look that made her sigh.

"Youi is Y/N's ex. We saw her when Y/N and I went for a walk. She's lovely. She's kind as well."

Rosé was surprised. You never told her about any of your exes. You never told her about your past love life because it never mattered anymore. Rosé felt something swarming in her chest and stomach.

"Rosie, you okay?"

"I'm jealous."