Book 1: The Sweet Fate (Rosé X Female Reader)

02: Fate or a mere coincidence?

The College University buzzed with the energy of thousands of students, their voices blending into a cacophony that grated on your nerves.

As you sat quietly in the university park, you observed the sea of unfamiliar faces that surrounded you.

They were the embodiment of everything you disliked about college life - the loud laughter, the shallow conversations, the endless pursuit of popularity.

It was as if they belonged to a different world, one that you had no desire to be a part of.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed as a male student approached you cheekily.

His voice cut through the chatter, interrupting your solace. "Hi, you're from my class, right?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

But you had no interest in engaging in small talk or forging new friendships.

Ignoring his attempt at conversation, you gave him a polite smile and excused yourself, feeling the need to find a quieter space that suited your preferences.

Without realizing it, your feet carried you towards the school chapel. It was a place you had never visited before, a sanctuary of faith that seemed worlds away from your own beliefs.

You paused for a moment, contemplating whether to enter. The noise outside continued to grate on your ears, and the thought of finding solace within the chapel became increasingly appealing.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside.

The hushed silence enveloped you, instantly calming your frayed nerves. The scent of aged wood and candle wax filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of incense.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the dimly lit space. The atmosphere felt serene and comforting, providing a much-needed respite from the chaos of the outside world.

Despite your lack of religious convictions, there was a certain tranquility that washed over you, drawing you further inside.

You sought solace in one of the empty benches, choosing a spot near the back of the chapel.

As you settled into the worn wood, you happened to glance across the expanse of pews and your eyes landed on a familiar face.

It was the blonde girl from the grocery store, the one who had selflessly given you the last jar of milk without a second thought. Her presence in the chapel seemed incongruous, yet somehow fitting.

She sat in a far corner, completely engrossed in her prayers. With her eyes closed and her hands folded in reverence, she appeared ethereal, as if she had been plucked from a different realm and placed in this sacred space.

You couldn't tear your gaze away, mesmerized by the serenity that seemed to emanate from her.

A sudden movement caught your attention, and your heart skipped a beat as the blonde girl turned around, her eyes meeting yours.

There was no need for words - in that fleeting moment, an unspoken connection formed. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, a silent acknowledgment that she recognized you, too.

Without breaking her composure, she turned back to her prayers, leaving you with a sense of wonder.

As you sat there, enveloped in the stillness of the chapel, you couldn't help but feel a shift within yourself. Perhaps there was something more to this place than met the eye.

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The cafeteria was bustling with the energy of hundreds of students, their voices blending into a cacophony that grated on my nerves.