Just Another Dancer💃🏻 (A Rosénali Story)

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Rosé's POV:
I had been awake for about 30 minutes when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and Denali was sobbing uncontrollably right in front of my eyes. The sight alone tore my heart into pieces.
"Hey... what's wrong?" Denali walked into my room and she took a deep breath.

"I- I don't remember anything from last night, do you?" She stammered.
"No... I woke up half an hour ago and I had a terrible headache." I replied.
"I did too, I found a half-empty bottle of tequila in my bathroom. I can't remember anything from after I picked you up."

I rubbed my temples. Nothing. I couldn't remember.

"I don't remember having dinner."
"I'm scared Rosé." Denali whimpered.
"Why?" I asked.
"When I woke up, I had lipstick marks smudged all over my neck and chest. I cheated on Gottmik!" She collapsed on the ground and cried harder.

"Denali..." I kneeled to the ground and I caressed her cheek which only made her whimper.
"I'm a terrible person Rosé- I can't believe what I did! I can't remember what happened, when and who I was with!" Denali sobbed.

I held Denali close to my chest and let her sob.
"Calm down Denali... you're not a bad person..."
"H-how w-would you kn-know? We barely know each other..." She stammered.
"I just know. You're perfect Denali..."
Denali whimpered once more before she let go of me and laid her head on my lap.

"I should go." Said Denali. She placed a light kiss on my cheek before she walked out of my room.
I walked back into the bathroom to finish cleaning up.

The turtleneck I woke up wearing was starting to get a little itchy so I took it off. After slipping the clothing off of my body, I looked at my reflection and there were hickies and red lipstick littered all over my chest and neck.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I slapped my hand over my mouth and couldn't believe my eyes.
I took some makeup remover and rubbed it all over my skin as if I was trying to erase the past.

What happened last night?

It clicked.

I was the one Denali cheated with we. It all came back to me. The elevator broke down, we drank the tequila, we hooked up and then slipped on our clothes again before we were helped out.

I started to panic but blush at the memories. I couldn't tell her. How was I supposed to tell Denali?

Denali's POV:
I walked back to my room and fixed up makeup. I had to cover up all of the hickies that were spread all over my neck and chest.

I decided to wear a lightweight long sleeved shirt that covered my neck and I walked to the hotel's breakfast. I caught Rosé sitting by herself looking rather petrified.

"Rosé? Are you okay?" I asked as I sat with her.
She looked at me before quickly nodding.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine! Are you fine? Wait- no you're not, but I wish you were fine. How's the weather? I'm hoping they're serving pancakes today! I AM SPECTACULAR!" Rosé rambled.

I just sat with widened eyes and held her hands.
"Rosé... what's going on? Please be honest. If something is bothering you, I'm here for you." I said firmly. She sighed and let go of my hands.
"We shouldn't hang out unless it's under professional circumstances." Said Rosé.

I was taken aback and I was extremely confused.
"Excuse me?" I replied.
"Just please- can we not talk right now." Rosé stood up and walked away from the table.
I turned and Jan and Lagoona ran up to me.

"What was that Denali?" Asked Lagoona.
"I literally have no idea..." I replied.
"What did Rosé say?" Asked Jan.
"She said we should only hang out under professional circumstances and not as friends. I guess she doesn't like me." I sighed.
"That doesn't sound like Rosé. I wonder what's going on with her." Said Jan.
"Me too..." I stood up and decided to just go to a nearby cafe, I wasn't in the mood for hotel-served pancakes.

What was going on with Rosé? I thought when we met we were starting to become real good friends, but I guess she didn't think the same. Her behaviour was so different to earlier that morning, she was sweet and comforting, now she didn't want to see me. Did I freak her out with my panic attack? Probably... dang it Denali...

I sighed and ordered a coffee and a crepe. I stared out to outside through the windows.  Couples were happily walking together, hand in hand with no care in the world. The sight made me think. Why do I not feel that sort of feeling with Mik? Of course I felt extremely guilty about cheating on her, but I didn't feel happy most of the time with her. We had been growing apart somehow.