Just Another Dancer💃🏻 (A Rosénali Story)

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Rosé's POV:
"Uh- so uh- I should head off and go back to the hotel." Denali stammered as she let go of my hand, soon scratching her neck.
"The girls and I were going to get lunch, care to join us?" I asked. She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah... I'd like that." We went off the stage and found Jan and Lagoona at the snack bar.

"Ladies, where will you be having lunch?" Asked our driver as he walked up to us.
"What do you girls think?" Asked Lagoona.
"I'm in the mood for Japanese or Italian food right now." Said Jan.
"That sounds good. I don't mind either." I replied. "Denali, how about you pick?"

"Me?" She replied shocked.
"Yeah. Why not?" Said Lagoona.
"Japanese or Italian?" Asked Jan.
"Uh... I kind of want Japanese food right now." Said Denali. "Perfect! Robert, could you please drive us to the closest Japanese restaurant?" I asked.
"Of course Ms. Child."

He ushered us into the car. Lagoona sat in the front while Denali sat in the middle of Jan and I. We all talked for a while and we got to know Denali better.

"Ladies. We have arrived. 'Kyoto's Secret', 5 star." We stepped out of the car and three of us put on our masks. "Why do you guys wear masks?" Asked Denali. "We wear them to avoid being recognised and paparazzi." Jan replied.
"That must be tedious." Denali replied as we all walked to the restaurant.

Yeah... it really is...

We asked to be seated at the far back of the restaurant and we flipped through the menu.
"Denali, just pick whatever you want." Said Jan as she eyed the most aesthetic photos on the menu.
"These prices are crazy! Are you guys sure?" Denali asked with widened eyes.
"Of course. Consider it a welcome gift." Said Lagoona. We all ordered our food and swiftly took off our masks to enjoy our food.

"This food is so good! Denali- I love you!" Said Jan as she stuffed her mouth with food.
"My god- Jan!" Exclaimed Lagoona.
"You guys are hilarious!" Said Denali as she picked up her cup of coffee.

The clumsy waitress behind her tripped and bumped into Denali's chair. Her clothes were now soaked in her Americano.

"I'm so sorry!" Said the waitress as she frantically grabbed her towel and passed it to Denali.
"Uh- you know what, it's fine. I'll just go dry myself!" Denali stood up and raced to the bathroom. The waiter apologised again and promised us free desserts and a discount. I honestly thought it was mostly because of who we were, she quickly asked for a photo with each of us.

"I'll just go check up on Denali." I said.
I walked up to the bathroom and saw Denali used the towel to dry herself as quickly as possible. She looked extremely stressed and worried.

"Are you okay Denali?" I asked. She turned to face me and she just stood. "It's just that- this shirt belongs to my girlfriend and I don't want to give it back to her if it's ruined and stained."

Girlfriend? She has a girlfriend?

"Oh... I see." I continued to watch Denali attempt to remove the coffee from the shirt and I started to think. "Wait here." I ran up to the manager and asked her for some washing detergent. After signing an autograph, I returned back to the bathroom.

"Denali, I know how to wash the coffee out." I said.
"How?" She asked. "I know this sounds weird, but I need to get the shirt from you." I laughed awkwardly. "Oh!" Denali walked into a stall and passed me the shirt from under the stall's door.
"Here's my jacket if you get cold." I said as I gave her the article of clothing.
"Thank you Rosé." I heard Denali say from the stall.

I quickly got the detergent out and started to wash off the stain on Denali's shirt.

Why was I going through all this trouble for a backup dancer of mine? Let alone the fact she already has a girlfriend.
Why am I feeling jealous?
Do I have some sort of crush on Denali?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I realised Denali's shirt- Denali's girlfriend's shirt was clean. I dried it using a towel and passed it back to her.

She walked out of the stall and smiled. She walked up to me and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you so much Rosé. I owe you one." She said.
I held her tighter and took in her scent, it wasn't even the detergent. She smelled like flowers.

God Rosé- that is so fucking creepy.

"Thank you again." She quickly pecked me on the cheek and skipped out of the bathroom.
I placed my hand on where she kissed me. I looked in the mirror and a faint mark from her lipstick was on my cheek.

Damn it... I was falling for Denali... hard.