K-pop Idol Imagines

Wine and Wounds (Rosé)

"Pardon me," Rosé murmured, politely excusing herself from the bustling crowd.

With a gentle smile, she made her way to the balcony of the party hall, seeking solace from the fervor of the festivities. As the cool breeze caressed her warm skin, she let out a contented sigh, feeling her tension ebb away with every passing moment.

The night air was a soothing balm against her skin, and nothing felt more delightful. With every step, the muffled sounds of the boisterous crowd dissipated into the wind. She sauntered towards the railing, the click of her heels resonating against the marble floor. In her hand, a glass of crimson wine swirled, as if it mirrored the dizzying thoughts that twirled in her mind.

Leaning against the broad railing, her gaze was distant, lost in a distant memory. The fruity liquid from her wine glass slid down her throat, numbing her to the world around her. With each quiet sip, she felt the weight of the past recede as if the wine had the power to heal even the deepest of wounds.

As a global ambassador of YSL and a world-renowned soloist, attending lavish parties was second nature to her. She moved with grace and poise, comfortable in the glitz and glamour that surrounded her.

This party was different from all the others she had attended before. It was in her hometown, Australia, where her journey had begun, where everything she had ever achieved had been born. Yet, despite all her accomplishments, it still felt like nothing. The weight of unfulfilled dreams still loomed over her, casting a shadow on even the sweetest of moments.

Lost in thought, Rosé's gaze drifted toward the glowing lights of the town below. The nights here were always a source of solace for her, a respite from the chaos of her busy life. In the stillness of the night, she found a moment to reflect, to ponder over the weighty decisions that lay ahead.

A sudden sound of footsteps behind her caused Rosé to swivel her head around, and she caught sight of a familiar woman with a sigh escaping her lips.

The woman came to an abrupt halt as she noticed Rosé, offering a hasty apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here," she said, about to turn away. But Rosé interrupted her, urging her to stay. "No, wait. I wanted to talk to you," she said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before the woman finally spoke up, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Are you sure, Rosé?" she asked, hesitant.

"Positive," Rosé replied, her tone resolute and assured.

The woman approached Rosé hesitantly, standing at a friendly distance beside her. Rosé turned to face her, taking in the sight of her attire. She was dressed in a plain black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath, a combination that brought out the warmth in her dark eyes, earning Rosé's admiration.

Softly, Rosé spoke up, breaking the silence between them. "You look so different, Y/N," she said, her voice carrying a hint of concern. Y/N let out a heavy sigh and turned her head to face the singer. "I can't say the same for you," she replied, her words laced with a mix of emotions.

Rosé's inquisitive gaze prompted a quick response from Y/N. "I mean, I've seen you on TV and in magazines so much that you don't look unfamiliar to me," she said, shrugging and slipping her hands into her pockets.

Rosé nodded in response to Y/N's words, and the silence enveloped them once again. After a while, Rosé broke it with a soft question. "Do you watch me often?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

Y/N sighed before answering, "Not by choice." Her words hung heavy in the air, conveying a hint of pain and discomfort.

Y/N's words were not cold, yet they managed to pierce through Rosé's heart like an icicle. Y/N noticed the slight flinch in Rosé's expression and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry," she said, her tone softened. "I didn't mean to say it like that."