Chaesoo ff - Love Undercover

Chapter 1

**Do I need an introduction? Hello everyone! You know me if you have read this story a thousand times and you know--pops up whenever Wattpad is willing to allow me. Damn this is the third time I went to re-upload this story. Anyway! Have fun with our quirky duo, CHAESOO!!!!

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"Hello? Is anybody there?"

A bright light is switched on, revealing: Roseanne Park. Late twenties. Squinting. Seated at a metal table. Handcuffed. Her clothing is torn; her face cut, streaked with dirt.

A door opens. Footsteps were heard coming near her. A man, his appearance hidden in shadow, pulls out the chair across from her and sits down. We sense there are others in the room as well. He tosses a passport on the table in front of her.

"CHAEYOUNG PARK..."

"Yes. Who are--" The Man points a GUN at her. He looks like a European guy with a mid shaved beard.

"I ask, you answer. Understand?" Chaeyoung nods frantically.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. It just felt like something I had to do." the man frowned.

"Who is Kim Jisoo to you?"

Rosé let out a tired sigh whilst rolling her eyes. "You don't know how many times I've asked myself that question this week. I mean, I just met her through this Mate-dot-com. I didn't meet her through it, more likely because of it." she chuckled.

"An online dating service?" The man tilted his head, completely puzzled from what she said.

Feeling comfortable all of a sudden...

"I know... I was surprised myself, I mean, it's not really like me, but, well, sometimes you've got to take drastic steps to get where you're supposed to be--" The man out of patience puts a gun to her head.

"Why. Are. You. Here?" She glances about the dark, sits up, clears her throat.

"Y-you'd have to go back to Monday."

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SUPER: One week earlier

We hear an alarm clock go off. We are in Rosé's bedroom and it's still dawn. Rosè awakens, shuts off the alarm. She sits up, stretches. Sighs.

Rows of sensible shoes and accessories line the meticulously organized closet. Rosè searches through the racks of· tasteful-yet-bland dresses, selects the tasteful-yet-bland dress of the day.

Rosè exits the Starbucks and the sun is starting to break free. Rosè walks to the car while balancing the tray of coffees in one hand and several bags of muffins in the other.

Then it starts raining as she loads them into her Toyota Corolla.

As she drives, listening to an Italian Instructional Language tape, repeating after it. "Io vado prendere il pesce." Rosè uttered, trying to perfect the pronunciations.

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Rosé arrived at the Fidelity Investment Building. The rain still kept pouring hard, Rosè was the only one mounting the front steps for the entrance. It's still that early.

Rosè steps off the elevator, zigzags her way through a huge bullpen of still-empty cubicles. Placing a coffee in one, a muffin in another... She gets to a corner of the floor, a glassed-in office there. She goes into the office, sets coffee and a muffin down on the desk. Carefully straighten the papers there.