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

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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, who comforted her just by being there, who believed in her when she couldn't believe in herself; the one who loved her and took care of her every day as if it were her last. She was gone; you were gone.

Today was the day Roseanne thought wouldn't come until you were old—your funeral.
Your bandmates, family, and friends, both inside and outside the company, were here. Your oppas, unnies, and dongsaengs all stood around the white coffin you now lay in, exchanging stories about the good you had done—not just for them, but for everyone you touched.

Rosé laid on your side of the bed, wearing the coat she bought for you—the one that still smelled like vanilla, the scent you loved. She inhaled deeply, savoring the fading scent as tears slid down her cheeks. In her left hand, she clutched a Polaroid of the two of you—Rosé kissing your cheek while you smiled so widely your eyes disappeared. It was a magical sight. Perfect. Her heart clenched at the thought that you were truly gone.

The moon finally took her rest. She had shone her light so brightly. Everyone would remember the beauty she shared with the world.

"Rosie? Rosie, are—"

"I-I lost her, unnie. I lost Y/N. I lost the love of my l-life," Rosé sobbed, looking up at the older girl standing at the door.

Jennie didn't hesitate; she ran to her and engulfed her in a hug. Rosé broke down against her, sobbing uncontrollably. Jennie's own tears streamed down her cheeks as she gently ran her fingers through Roseanne's hair, trying to soothe her.

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

"Hey, hey... Rosie. Please don't be so hard on yourself. I know it hurts—a lot. But Y/N wouldn't want to see you like this. She loved it when you were happy, when you were smiling."

Rosé stayed silent. Instead of answering, she hugged your coat even tighter, her cries growing louder. Jennie rubbed her back patiently.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay—you're going to be okay. Maybe not now, but someday.
Come on, Rosie. It's time to say goodbye. Your final goodbye."

Rosé shook her head. "N-no. It'll hurt. It's too painful."

Jennie gave her a soft, sad smile. "I know it is. Seeing her will probably break you more. But if you don't say goodbye, the regret will hurt you even worse. You need this closure, Rosie."

"A-alright. I'll go," she whispered, trembling.

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

The funeral was starting, and Rosé could barely contain her tears. She kept her eyes glued to the white coffin—you.
She wanted to kiss you, hug you, feel your warmth against her own. She needed you.
She wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

Idols arrived dressed in suits, ties, and white dresses. Cameras flashed. Reporters stood ready.

Everyone noticed Rosé's devastated state. Jennie stayed close, holding her tightly and rubbing her shoulder. Rosé lifted her gaze and saw unfamiliar faces—maybe some were your fans.

"May her soul be blessed," someone whispered.
It was all Rosé could hear through the haze. Everyone bowed their heads for a moment of silence. Then, one by one, they were given a chance to speak.

Rosé was first. She walked to the podium, her hands trembling as she grabbed the microphone.
She adjusted her black glasses and cleared her throat.

"There's always that one special person in our lives. Whether it's a family member, a friend, a colleague, or a lover... I'm more than lucky to have had Y/N as mine," she began, voice shaking.
"Everyone knew her as the cold, talented girl. But underneath that façade, she was pure and sweet. She was brave, so caring, so kind. She always did her best to never let anyone down.
She was my shoulder to cry on... hugging me close, kissing the crown of my head, coaxing me to open up. She did it so effortlessly... i-it was unbelievable. No matter how upset she was, she'd always say 'I love you' before bed." Rosé's voice broke.

"Now... it'll just be silence."

She wiped her tears roughly, trying to continue.

"Everyone, we're all going to miss her so much. Please continue to support her, and ITZY.
Y/N will forever stay in my heart. Baby... the world will never be the same without you."

When she finished, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Irene was next.

"When someone mentions your name, Bae Y/N... I realize how lucky I am to have had you as my little sister," Irene said, voice thick with emotion. 

"You always put me before yourself. You never disrespected me. You never hurt me. You always cared for me. Baby... I'll miss you. I'll miss how you'd make silly faces to cheer me up. I'll miss your terrible cooking attempts. I'll miss everything, my mini-me. You will always be my Bae No. 2. I love you, Y/N. Always and forever."

One by one, people shared their memories.

Then, a woman Rosé didn't recognize took the mic.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Youi. I just want to say Y/N was truly kind.
We used to be extremely close, but drifted apart over time. I wish I could turn back time and tell her how much she meant to me. I will miss you, Y/N."

Youi returned to her seat, sighing deeply. Rosé watched her, frowning slightly.

"Who is she?" Rosé mumbled to herself.

It was time for the burial. Several men prepared to lower the casket, but Rosé stood up, stopping them. She rushed to the coffin, opened it, and kissed you softly. Gasps echoed around her.

"I wasn't going to let you go without a kiss," she whispered. "You always kissed me before leaving for work, before bed... Now, this kiss is a goodbye. One last kiss, baby. One last kiss."

Rosé felt a stabbing pain in her chest. A pain she knew would never go away.

"Bae Y/N, may you now rest in peace," the priest said, closing the ceremony.
Rosé shook her head in disbelief.

You were gone. The love that kept her strong was gone.

As the guests began to leave, Jennie gently grabbed Rosé's hand.

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

As they walked away, Rosé spotted Youi sitting quietly by your gravestone.
Her eyes lingered for a moment, but she turned away.

She didn't want to admit it... but jealousy brewed in her heart.

Jealousy—the very thing that destroyed her lover.

Jennie refused to leave Rosé's side, no matter how broken she was.

"Hey, unnie... do you know who that girl was? The one who said she was close to Y/N?" Rosé asked quietly.

"You mean Youi?"

"Yeah. Her."

Jennie hesitated, sighing. "I don't think it's the right time to talk about this..."

But the look Rosé gave her left no room for argument.

"Youi was Y/N's ex," Jennie finally said. "We bumped into her once while we were out for a walk.
She's lovely... she's kind."

Rosé's heart sank. You had never mentioned your past relationships—because you said they didn't matter anymore. A storm of emotions brewed inside her.

"Rosie, you okay?" Jennie asked, concerned.

Rosé pressed her hand over her heart. "I'm jealous," she whispered.