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

09: Unspoken agreement between two souls

You both arrived at your apartment, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Rosé must have noticed your silence, yet she let you be, respecting the turmoil that churned within you.

She busied herself in the kitchen, preparing your food, while you sought solace in the sanctity of a hot bath, hoping it would wash away the confusion that clouded your mind.

As the warm water cascaded over your body, you tried desperately to clear your thoughts, to find some semblance of clarity in the chaos that surrounded you.

But the image of Rosé's lips pressed against yours lingered, vivid and intense, imprinting itself upon your soul.

It was a moment of passion, of desire, and it shattered the illusion of mere friendship that you had tried so hard to maintain.

"Get a hold of yourself, Y/N," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the sound of your own voice reverberating through the bathroom.

You repeated the words, like a mantra, hoping that by sheer force of will, you could regain control over your emotions. "Don't do anything stupid to destroy the only connection that you have."

A gentle knock on the bathroom door startled you, pulling you away from your spiraling thoughts.

Rosé's angelic voice seeped through the door, concern lacing every word. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," you replied, your voice strained, the weight of your confusion still evident.

You wished you had a clear answer, a definitive understanding of the emotions that tugged at your heartstrings.

But all you had were doubts and uncertainties, like a tempest raging within.

"Okay, just checking," her voice softened, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.

It was a subtle reminder that she, too, was navigating the uncharted waters of this complex connection.

You stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the apartment caressing your damp skin.

You changed into more comfortable clothes, your mind still consumed by the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to engulf you.

And just as you were in the midst of changing, you felt her presence behind you, her arms snaking around your waist, her face nuzzling affectionately against your neck.

Is this really what friends do?

The question echoed in your mind, the uncertainty clawing at your soul.

You longed for answers, for a clear understanding of the boundaries that defined your relationship.

But as her touch ignited a fire within you, a burning desire that defied logic, you couldn't help but question everything you thought you knew.

"What's wrong?" you asked, your voice a mixture of confusion and longing, the words escaping in a hushed breath.

"Are you mad for what I did earlier?" she whispered, her lips brushing against your skin, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine.

She was referring to the kiss, the electrifying moment that had shattered the facade of friendship.

You didn't answer. How could you when the truth was so entangled, so elusive?

You didn't even know if you were mad because, honestly, you loved every moment of intimacy she shared with you.

"Why aren't you answering?" she pressed, her voice tinged with a hint of concern, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your bare skin.