Rosé Imagines (gxg)

"I worry because I love you" (requested)

You looked all around for Rosé as you walked through the front door. You crept around the house, not wanting her to notice the blood trickling down your leg and a few cuts and bruises on your skin.

You're being secretive because you really don't want her to find out about this. This all took place when you got into an accident on your motorcycle.

She's really put up a fight with you about that thing, making it crystal clear that she does not support you have it.

It worries her and you understand that. You promised her that you'd always be safe and that she never had anything to worry about because you'd never get hurt on it.

But you ate your words today and the cuts on your body are proof of that.

You walked up the stairs to get to the bathroom, where the first aid kit was at. You could hear the tv playing and her sweet laughter on occasion.

You knew you needed to clean up and you didn't want her to see, so you tried to tiptoe into the bedroom and then into the bathroom without her noticing.

But the floor creaking under your feet was what gave you away. You watched Rosie's head turn to look at you. Her eyes were still bright, her smile still on her face. She was obviously happy to see you.

She opened her arms for you to walk into, hoping for a hug.

"Hey, baby girl. How's your day been?"

"It's been alright." You said and hid your bloody leg out of sight. "I really need to use the bathroom."

"Wait, y/n," she frowned and rushed to you, noticing a cut on your arm that you hadn't seen. "What happened to your arm?"

She looked at you then let her eyes travel down your body and her jaw nearly hit the floor, her heart nearly bursting from her chest in fright when she saw the blood on your leg.

Your pants were ripped and had blood on them, as your legs did, too. You had cuts and bruises and she immediately began to panic.

"What happened?!" She asked and gently tugged you into the bathroom, where she had you sit on the closed toilet seat and reached for a cloth to wet down and clean you up with, as well as the first aid kit for some antiseptic and some bandages.

"You're cut and bruised all over your legs and your arm!" She knelt on the floor in front of you and took your hand, frowning as she noticed a tiny cut on your palm. "And your hand! What happened?"

You didn't reply and she quickly put the pieces together on her own.

"Were you on that damn bike again?" She grumbled, clenching her jaw. "Y/N, I told you how dangerous that is! I hate that stupid thing. I don't know why you keep getting back on it."

"Because I like it, Rosie."

She shook her head, gazing at you in disapproval.

"Look what happened, y/n. You're hurt! You could've been seriously hurt, like bad enough to be hospitalized. You could've busted your head open or broken a bone or multiple bones."

"I wouldn't have busted my head open, Rosé. I wear my helmet."

"That doesn't make me feel any better!" She spoke as she cleaned you up and although she was worried and disappointed, she still squeezed your knee in comfort when you winced over the antiseptic being put on your leg.

"Why won't you just get rid of it? Sell it. It's a nice bike, you could make some good money."

"I know that but I don't want to sell it." You said, making her sigh heavily. "Rosie, I know you worry about me. I know you love me and you care about me. But I'm not seriously hurt."

"But you could've been, y/n." She said quietly, her voice laced with sadness. "And then what do I do? I worry about you because I love you. It's not exactly a safe thing, y/n. I know you're a good driver, I know you're safe. But just because you're safe doesn't mean everyone else is. I don't want you to get hurt. I love you. I don't know how I'd handle you being hurt worse than this. It really scares me to think about."

Her words broke your heart, especially since she was beginning to cry during them.

"I know, Rosie. But I will always be as careful as I can be. I promise I won't ever take chances. You have to trust me though. You know that I know right from wrong and I'll always take precautions. But I love my bike. It's my own thing. I bought it myself for myself and I'm proud of that. I don't want you to be mad at me but I like it and I don't want to just give it away or sell it."

She hung her head and tossed the wrappers of the bandages into the garbage.

"I know. You shouldn't have to. I just love you and I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't ever lose me. I love you too, Rosie."

She leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

"Can we compromise? Maybe to take it easy and slow. I know it's not a bad injury, but please don't ride again until you're healed up a bit. And promise me that you'll never take any chances. When it just doesn't feel right, please don't go."

"I swear it, baby. You've got my word. I promise to always be safe."

"Good. Because I need you."

You put your arms around her neck and kissed her softly, giggling as she picked you up and carried you to the bed where she'd be spoiling you with cuddles and kisses for the rest of the night.