The Angel Next Door (Rosé X Female Reader)

02: Food

Word Count: 3345

Leaning against the railings of my apartment balcony, I savored the refreshing taste of the energy drink I had brought with me. The night sky stretched above, and the clouds danced gracefully, shifting and reshaping like a beautiful painting in motion.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through, catching me off guard and making me jump. Startled, I turned to see Rosé peeking her head out from her side of the balcony. She had appeared out of thin air, giving me a mini heart attack.

"What are you drinking?" she asked, her curiosity evident in her voice.

Without tearing my gaze away from the captivating clouds, I replied, "It's a jelly drink that gives me a burst of energy in just ten seconds."

"Please don't tell me that's your dinner," she said, a hint of sarcasm lacing her words.

I couldn't help but dryly respond, "Yes, of course it is."

"A college student surviving on just a drink?" she chuckled. "Wait right there."

Rosé dashed back into her apartment, leaving me alone on the balcony. I heard the click of her bedroom door, indicating that she had shut it tight.

Shrugging my shoulders, I took another sip of my energy drink. It didn't have much taste, but it was better than going hungry.

"It's cold... she said wait. But for how long?" I muttered in annoyance, closing my eyes and sighing.

Suddenly, a doorbell rang from somewhere behind me, causing me to jolt out of my trance and spin around in surprise.

Leaving the juice carton on the balcony railing, I headed back inside to answer the door. Opening it, I found Rosé standing on the other side, holding a food container.

Her long blonde hair and pale skin stood out against the darkness of the hallway. With polite grace, she extended the container towards me and said, "It's just leftovers. Please have them."

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the container from her as she turned to walk back to her apartment.

Closing and locking the door, I made my way to the couch and sat down. Placing the container on the coffee table, I unwrapped my blanket and draped it across my lap, snuggling into its warmth. With anticipation, I opened the lid.

Inside the plastic container, a plate of pasta filled with colorful vegetables, juicy meatballs, and a small piece of bread awaited me. The aroma of the sauce filled the room, promising a delicious meal that hadn't been reheated.

Eagerly grabbing a fork, I dug into the dish, savoring every bite. In less than five minutes, the plate was empty.

"It's so good," I said happily, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling content and satisfied.

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Under the starry night sky, Rosé returned to my doorstep, this time clutching yet another delectable food container. "Consider this my personal satisfaction," she declared, her innocent eyes sparkling as she extended it to me.

"I couldn't help but notice you living a rather unfortunate lifestyle, and it bothered me," she explained, her voice filled with genuine concern.

I couldn't hide my curiosity as I examined the box in my hands. The aroma wafting from it was simply irresistible. "Well, I won't deny that it looks like a delicious meal. I'd be more than happy to accept it. Not everyone has the privilege of indulging in an angel's homemade dish," I whispered, unable to contain my gratitude.