Mrs. Original Visual (Irene x Fem Reader)

Chapter Ten

You watch in awe as Rosé gracefully walks to the record player. "You like Cigarettes After Sex?" she asks.

"Not really. I'm usually sleepy after sex. I don't have the energy to smoke," you joke.

Your heart melts as she laughs; eyes closed, head leaned back. What a sight to behold.

"I meant the band, silly," she says.

You can't help but chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

She puts the LP on the record player and presses the play button. She keeps her eyes on you and walks back to you as the first song starts to play.

She sits on your lap and snakes her arms around the back of your neck. You look up at her in amusement as she sings along to the song.

"Whispered something in your ear
It was a perverted thing to say
But I said it anyway
Made you smile and look away

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

As you listen to her, you're reminded of all the times that Irene sang to you. How her voice would make your angels dance and the way it also silenced your demons.

But you push the thought of your wife away and focus on the woman that's singing to you right now.

"When we dance in my living room
To that silly '90s R&B
When we have a drink or three
Always ends in a hazy shower scene

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

You're also reminded of the first time you ever heard Irene sing. Since then, you have known her voice better than any other lullaby in this world.

You blink a couple of times in an attempt to drive the thoughts away; you distract yourself by tracing Rosé's collarbone with your index finger. She smiles at the gesture.

"When we laugh into the microphone and sing
With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs

When we're laughing in the microphone and singing
With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

She kisses you passionately. You hold her even closer to your body by locking her in an embrace.

You pull away from the kiss and study her features.

She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?" she asks.

You close your eyes. You know what you are about to say is wrong in so many ways. You know that it may break your wife's heart and ruin your family.

But when you open your eyes and meet Rosé's gaze, you realize that you're willing to risk it all for her.

"I want you, Roseanne Park," you say in a soft voice.

"Hmmm?" she hums in question. She looks at you lovingly.

"I'm not just here for the sex." You cup both of her cheeks. "I want a relationship with you. I am in love with you."

This will fuck everything up and you know that. But at that moment — with Rosé sitting on your lap, your hands on her face and Cigarettes After Sex singing in the background — you do not care.

All you care about is this moment, right here.

"Hey, Mrs. Original Visual," Irene greets as you enter the house. "Where have you been?"

Once again, you find her on the couch. She twirls in her hand a scotch glass.

"Joohyun, I'm tired." You take off your coat and hang it on the coatrack. "I don't want to fight."

"We're not fighting, darling. I just want to know where you were the whole day."

You quickly come up with a lie. "I was at my sister's house." You're confident that she will never verify this because she and your sister aren't really that close and you're certain that she won't bother calling her to check if it's true.

She pats the space next to her, inviting you to sit; you reluctantly oblige.

"How is she?" she asks.

You avoid her gaze, afraid that she will see right through you if you lock eyes with her. "It's a tough time for her. She's going through a divorce and it hasn't been easy for her mental health." This part is true.

"I hope the kids are okay." She falls silent as she downs the scotch; you watch intently as she pours herself another drink. "Listen, babe, I'm so sorry about earlier."

You shake your head before she can say anything else. "It's fine. Really, Joohyun, it is. I realized where I was wrong." Also true. When you came to Rosé, she listened to your rants but she also put some sense into you.

"I did, too. I know that you're only securing our own family's financial stability especially now that we have a son."

You take her hand in yours. "She is your sister. Of course you'll help her. I would've done the same for my sister."

"Thank you for understanding. I'm sorry I got angry." She gives you a sad smile.

You inch closer to her. Your heart flutters as she rests her head on your shoulder. You're dumbfounded by the sudden giddiness that you feel; you find it incredibly unbelievable that she still has this effect on you despite having been married to her for years.

"I'm sorry I walked out," you say. And though you actually mean it, it's mostly an apology to Kai who you fear might have overheard the exchanging of words between his parents and saw you walk away.

"Can we please move past this now? I don't want money to leave a strain in our marriage."

You give her an almost imperceptible nod. "You're right. Let's just... Be more open to each other, okay?" It feels funny to say it because you know that you aren't open with her; as a matter of fact, you have a dirty secret that you most certainly can't tell her. "Let's include each other in every decision we make. Especially serious matters like this one."

She sets down the scotch glass on the table and looks at you intently. Now 34, she still looks as lovely as she did when you first saw her.

"I love you," she whispers, just enough for you to hear. You give her a warm smile.

She leans in to kiss you. You let her alcohol-laced tongue inside your mouth and you feel a rush of euphoria as she finds yours.

You pull away, though, when you feel her hands inside your shirt. You can't make love to her. Not when you did the exact same thing to Rosé just hours ago.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I'm really tired."

Though her eyes look hurt after being rejected, a small smile creeps her lips. "Let's go to bed, then."

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A/N: The song that Rosé played is Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex