Andromache (Rosé x fem reader)

κεφάλαιο IX

Great. Life's been... great.

I mean Chaeyoung and I are always together, we kiss, laugh, talk, kiss, and kiss more.

But that's the problem.

She may be a bit of a distraction.

"Ok... so my mind is blank, I can't write and these projects are due in about 3 days or so." It was a first too.

At first, I was working hard on these projects especially because it's about a topic that I very much like. I was typing like crazy all night, loving my ideas, and my stories— I was doing good.

I had about half of what I was aiming for written, that was until I re-read it and hated every sentence I put into it. It lacked... everything.

Chaeyoung was currently seated on her floor painting happily and I almost felt horrible for even ranting about my stress like that; not to mention—

"Last big grades of the year... if I fail I'm not graduating."

"Babe it's one class, plus I'm sure you won't fail and you'll be the best in the class." Her jeans were covered in about 6 shades of blue not including the color her jeans were. Her pale hands were also covered and for some reason, she had white paint blobs all over her hair. She was like a blue cow.

She grabbed her canvas and brought it in front of her face admiring her progress, the large square covering the sun and dimming every color that was on her; from her clothes, skin tone, paint stains, and the pink shade that made up her lips. Maybe I should write about her lips.

"I'm almost done and I'm very proud of this, do you think we get to keep it after?" She turned it around to show me the artwork she put all her energy in. It was beautiful, but I wasn't shocked because I knew she was going to exceed. She's always been great with art despite dealing with the occasional 'oops' from her left hand smudging her progress. But Roseanne being a bob Ross fan turned her happy accidents into another wonderful idea that she brought to life with the strokes of her brush.

"Probably but you won't be getting yours back because it's going to be The Mona Lisa's neighbor." She blushed and stood up, her bare paint-splattered feet and colored nails fitting with the theme she had going on with her clothes. She walked towards me and leaned in wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her head in my neck.

"That's enough I really need to work on this," I warned her.

She pouted and released a soft distressed groan after she processed my words. "We need a little break."

"You do, but not me. I've been sitting here with a blank mind and I really want to walk the stage." Of course, though, my essay could wait and not cuddles. Those were her thoughts and she knew just the way to convince me. That one simple word followed by the polite begging.

"Babe please." She extended the vowels.

Thank god I'm already sitting down cuz I would melt into a puddle of bones and blood after that sentence. She knows my weak spot and her pleading just intensifies my feelings.

And so we took a nap in her bed as we do every day realizing that she really is a dangerous distraction. Maybe I should've confessed after this project.

——

I may or may have not been avoiding Roseanne this whole day, although it's not 100% guaranteed because I have a class with her. I really needed to sit down somewhere and work on my stupid project without her trying to kiss me or drag me somewhere so she could hug me and remind me how great I smell, which is nice don't get me wrong but I have to prioritize my diploma.