Dangerous Woman (Rosekook Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chaeyoung POV

I awoke to the jarring sound from outside my apartment room. I groaned in frustration – who dared to ruin my morning mood?

Swinging the door open, I found my roommate Kim Mingyu with a woman. This sight was all too familiar to me, as Mingyu had a tendency to bring women to this apartment. What he seemed to forget was that he shared this apartment with me. How convenient for him, right?

Mingyu seemed to sense my presence, and he looked at me with pleading eyes, as if asking for my help. I rolled my eyes and stared fiercely at the woman.

"Get the fuck out!"

"No, I don't want to leave him. He's mine!"

"Oh yeah? I'm his fucking wife. What do you think about that?" She appeared dumbfounded, tears welling up in her eyes, but I didn't care.

"Sorry..." Mingyu muttered under his breath. The woman collected her belongings and left the apartment. I glared at Mingyu and shoved him.

"What the fuck? Can't you keep it in your pants, big boy?"

"Well... I thought she needed some distraction, you know?"

"That's what you always say! I think it's just you." I walked toward the kitchen and opened the fridge. Deciding to make mac and cheese, I knew Mingyu was still watching me while I cooked, so I tossed a towel at him.

"Ouch, what was that for?"

"Stop looking at me, creep."

"You're gorgeous even in the morning, you know that?"

"I always am."

"Then I'll be gentle." He smirked. This flirtatious banter was typical for us, a way of showing that we were just friends.

"Not in a million years, no." I handed him a plate, and he grinned like a child.

"Yeah, where's my mac and cheese?"

"Right there."

"But there's nothing on my plate." I playfully put my middle finger on his plate.

"Oh hahaha, very funny Chaeyoung." I laughed happily and took my mac and cheese with me.

We ate mac and cheese while watching some random tv shows. Then Mingyu broke the silence.

"So, are you going to that stupid psychiatrist?" 

"Yeah, I'm going," I muttered, my frustration evident in my tone. I despised that psychiatrist, but I had no choice. My life had taken a dark turn since the day I was wrongly accused of killing my own parents. The judge's decision to throw me into juvenile jail when I was just 14 years old was a nightmare I couldn't escape.

The absurdity of a 14-year-old girl being accused of such a heinous act weighed on me daily. It was a story I'd share someday, but at this moment, I needed to focus on getting ready for my appointment.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, my weary eyes reflecting the burden of my past. The world seemed to have turned against me, and this psychiatrist was just another player in a game I never asked to be part of.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the anger and frustration. Whatever the psychiatrist wanted to discuss, I had to handle it with caution. Trust was a rare commodity for me, and revealing too much could lead to even more trouble.

I grabbed my bag, making sure I had all the necessary documents. As I headed out, I couldn't help but feel a simmering anger, the desire for revenge burning within me. This appointment wasn't about clearing my name anymore; it was about exposing those who had wronged me, those who accused me of the unforgivable.

I knew that trust had to be earned, but right now, it wasn't trust I sought. It was justice. The world had thrown me into a nightmare when I was just a 14-year-old girl, accused of the unthinkable. I had endured the pain and isolation, and now it was time to turn the tables.

I walked with purpose, the weight of my past driving me forward. This wasn't a chance to find an ally; it was a chance to unmask the truth and bring those responsible to their knees. Revenge was my motivation, and I was willing to use every ounce of strength and determination I had to achieve it.

I couldn't afford to be hopeful, not in a world that had treated me so unfairly. But what I could afford was a relentless pursuit of the truth, no matter the cost. This appointment was just the first step in a battle I intended to win, no matter what it took.