Love Me Not (Park Rosé x femreader)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Coffee
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"What the fuck, Y/n!" Jennie, sitting on a chair, yells as soon as the younger enters her room.

Y/n sighs deeply, her shoulder slump, as she sat on her bed, tired. "What is it again, Jennie?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"What did I do this time?"

Jennie scoffs. "Either your dating Rosé or that guy. Or both at the same time"

"How many times do I have to tell you, they are just my friends"

"They don't seem like it!"

"I'm done with this bullshit, Jennie. Just please let me sleep" Y/n lays down and closes her eyes.

"Now you're ignoring your girlfriend?!"

Again, Y/n sighs deeply. "It's not like that. It has just been a long exhausting day for me"

"And you think I ain't exhausted too?" Jennie scoffs once more, putting her arms over her chest.

'Exhausted from what, Nini? Our toxic relationship?' Y/n thought.

"I saw you having lunch with that guy this afternoon, then a date in the mall with Rosé. Tell me, was that very exhausting?!"

"You don't know the whole story, Jennie" The younger says, deadpan.

"Then tell me"

Given a chance to explain, she opens her mouth. Yet, no words came out as she can't seem to bring herself to explain. A part of her wanted to let Jennie know everything. Yet, another part of her urges her to remain muted.

"See? You can't, because there is no story to begin with!"

"Jennie—"

She jerks upright, finally making up her mind to explain everything and get this over with. She held the feline's wrist, pleading for her to stay. However, the older rolls her eyes and pulls out her wrist harshly.

"Fuck this! I'm outta here"

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Warning: Attempt Suicide scene ahead. You may skip if you find it uncomfortable.

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Alone inside the comfort of her own room, y/n subconciously went over to her drawers, pulling out as to what seems like a small pocket knife given to her as a gift for her 20th birthday.

Holding it with trembling hand, she fell to the floor. Eyes staring dully at where her hand had positioned the sharp object; against her left wrist.

Tears started to fall one by one and her breath shook. The pain inside her chest, immense and overwhelming.

It hurts.

Slowly, y/n drags the knife across her wrist. Blood flows out almost instantly, yet she doesn't seem to care. She let them stain the floor along with the tears - a mixture that symbolizes her silent pain.

As she was about to do her fourth line, the door opens all of a sudden.

"Y/n?!" Rosé was quick to react.

She immediately snatches the knife out of the younger's hand and rushes to the bathroom to look for bandages. Y/n sat still on the floor, looking as if she is already a living corpse.

As the aussie found their first-aid kit, she quickly cleanse the wounds before wrapping them with bandages.

"Y/n-yah—" The older felt like crying. "You promised you wouldn't do it anymore"