The Limit Does Not Exist (Rosé x Fem Reader)

Chapter Two

Rosie's POV

I watched as y/n walked away to go into her kitchen and I stayed out on her couch for a moment, being able to let myself think some more because I still can't fathom how this is all going.

I'm sitting here in y/n's apartment, going to have dinner with her, and having great conversation as if she didn't cut me out of her life three years ago.

This is better than any scenario I had made up in my head while riding in an Uber to get to her workplace. Well, I've been imagining seeing her again for years as she's never left my mind or heart.

I still have feelings for her, even after everything and all this time. I meant what I said to her last time I saw her in my hotel room all those years ago. Sometimes my brain would try and tell my heart to move on from her because it was tired of longing for her love, but I could never bring myself to forget her and my feelings for her.

I told her I would wait a lifetime for her.

But, I don't know if y/n feels the same anymore. She had confessed back then that she liked me as well, but her romantic feelings for me could've easily vanished. Y/n has been friendly with me though so far, so I still feel like there could potentially be something still in her heart.

But I need to be cautious and careful. I can't rush anything and I don't ever want to go through what happened three years ago. It took me months to not cry every time I thought about y/n. Even though she sent me on a mental spiral for a while, my heart still beat for her because I loved her.

And I still do.

"So Rosie, I don't have like...any fancy spaghetti brands since I know the rich can be picky and not eat poor people food." Y/n said from inside her kitchen as I heard her open up a cabinet.

Hearing her talk made me refocus and stop zoning out. I still adore her voice and every time she has spoken so far, I need to remind myself to actually take in what she's saying and not just listen to the sound of her voice. I looked over the back of the couch over to the kitchen and smiled while rolling my eyes,

"Whatever you have is fine, I promise."

When y/n said my nickname after our time spent isolated from one another, I couldn't hold it together anymore. I saw her before she saw me in the lobby and it was like my whole world stopped because the woman I still loved was right in front of me once again. Meeting her gaze and seeing the shock and disbelief appear in her eyes made me hold my breath because I didn't know if that was a positive or negative reaction to seeing me. A part of my brain though told me it was positive because she had accepted the tour offer, but I still wasn't 100% sold.

And when she said my nickname that has always sounded better coming from her in my opinion, I knew it was a positive reaction.

Then feeling her arms wrapped around me once again and feeling that sense of comfort and safety she had always provided me made me cry harder against her. I had missed every single minuscule thing about her and she was finally back in my life and in my arms.

"Alright, the water is on the stove and I'm just waiting for that to boil. I also put some marinara sauce on the stove in a smaller pot, but I'll heat that up once I put the spaghetti in." Y/n said as she walked back over to me, going to sit back down on the couch.

"Care to give me a tour of your apartment?" I asked her as her eyes widened and she quickly shot up off the couch,

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot to give you one!" Y/n rushed out as she reached for my hand to help me up off the couch. She swiftly let go of my hand once I stood up, but those few seconds of her hand holding mine made my stomach flip and butterflies flutter around, "okay, so obviously this is the living room and over there is the kitchen."