Rosé one shot

Act 2: Hard to love

A/N: I couldn't tell if this is fluff or angst but enjoy! Oh and in case if you are wondering why am I starting the story with Act 2 instead of Act 1, because I think it will be an unique way of starting a story without revealing the start and the ending of the story. It will hopefully keep you intrigued for more, I hope...

G!P Rosé × Reader

Y/N POV
About half a year ago, I woke up in the hospital and was told that I got into a car accident and had been in a coma for three years. At first, I thought it was ridiculous because I don't remember getting into any car accident at all. However, it kind of makes sense at the same time because I don't have any memory for the past three years or any years before that. Maybe three years lying on the bed without any conscious has made me have brain fog or something like that, I can't even recall who were my friends, what was my job and where do I live.

I did ask for help from the related government department for my own personal information. However, they couldn't really help me with anything because my information was somehow not there. Only the basic one like my name and birthdate were there. My name is Lee Y/N and I am twenty five. That's all I know about myself.

I was weird out but more importantly, I was worried about how could I move on with my life if I basically know nothing about myself. After spending another one week in the hospital, I was told that I could be discharged. My very first concern was not having a job that was able to feed myself.

For twenty-five-year-old adult like me, I could hardly find a proper job without a degree or diploma. I didn't know what I was good at too. None of the companies out there accept my empty background. I didn't even get to attend an interview for any job.

Out of no choice, I went to a stripper club and attempted to find a job there. I didn't mind being a stripper because I needed the money desperately. On top of that, they were probably the only job that didn't give two fuck about my background. They were desperate to hire people and I was deperate for money. It was a win-win situation and so they accepted me without many questions aksed.

I learned pole dance in two weeks. They said I am a fast learner. Well, in my opinion, everybody will become a fast learner if they need to learn about almost everything in this world again. After pole dance, I have to learn how to seduce men. And just men in particular. It was easy for me too because all I have to do is wiggle my butt and wink at them. Instead of concerning about impressing a guy, I am actually more worried about how to impress a woman. After all, we still have female customers, although they are not the main audience most of the time.

My boss and co-workers are all nice to me. After learning about my background, they sympathise with me too. They feel bad that I step into this industry because I am not accepted by majority of any other normal companies out there. Unlike them, I don't really feel bad about my current circumstance. At least I have good pay. I am quite positive for what I have now. Maybe in two years more, I could even open a small café and be my own boss.

Day after day, I still couldn't remember anything. Not even a shatter piece of it. I don't feel the need to find out about it too. I would be happy to know more about my past self but I don't think it will make too much difference from what I have now.

Slowly, I have become the top stripper in this club. I do make more money compared to the others because I receive more tips. I could not buy a house yet but I can afford to live in a comfortable environment right now. I couldn't be more proud of myself if I were to be honest.

I would love my life to stay like this for the rest of my life.

NO ONE POV
"That girl on stage looks familiar to me. I think I have seen her somewhere,"
A guy whispers to his friend when he is looking at Y/N's direction.