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

12: Ethereal

The news of your blossoming relationship spread through the university like wildfire, igniting whispers and gossip that danced through the halls.

But this was not a place that would support your love, for almost all the men harbored an irrational hatred towards the idea that their beloved Roseanne had been tamed by someone like you.

To them, you were just an ordinary soul, seemingly devoid of any extraordinary qualities. And to make matters worse, you were gay.

As you walked through the campus, the venomous words of disdain slithered into your ears.

"Can't she be more shameless?" one guy muttered, while another added, "Well, what do you expect? She has no friends, and the moment she became friends with Rosé, she decided to spread her virus on her."

The derogatory remark hung heavily in the air, like a foul stench that poisoned the atmosphere. "What a disgusting virus," another voice chimed in. "Lesbians should be burned in hell."

The group of men erupted in laughter, their malicious intent seeping from their lips.

However, the laughter abruptly ceased as another voice echoed through the commotion, slicing through the toxicity like a ray of light.

It was Lisa, your savior in this sea of hostility. "Back off, you morons! Take your misogynistic scattered brain elsewhere."

Curiosity piqued, Rosé, the angelic voice you adored, appeared by Lisa's side, concern etched across her face. "What happened, Lisa?"

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," Lisa murmured, her words dripping with disdain. "Fuck off, morons."

The group of men, chastised by Lisa's fierce intervention, reluctantly dispersed from the scene, their hateful eyes fixed upon you and Rosé.

But you couldn't see Rosé's expression, your eyes too busy searching for solace elsewhere. Deep down, you knew she was seething with anger.

Rosé and Lisa approached you, their presence offering a sense of security amidst the chaos.

"Y/N," Rosé said, her voice filled with determination, "let's go somewhere else."

Nodding in agreement, you intertwined your fingers with hers, earning whispers and stares from those around you.

Together, the three of you walked, creating a protective barrier against the world's judgment.

"Will you both be okay? I need to get to class now," Lisa asked, concern lacing her words.

"Yes, thank you, Lisa," Rosé replied, gratitude shining in her eyes. You also nodded, silently conveying your appreciation.

"I'll see you both later," Lisa said, her voice trailing off as she disappeared into the crowd.

Left alone with Rosé, you sought refuge in the only place that felt safe-the secluded part of the library that held the whispers of your love.

You glanced at her, noticing the subtle furrow of her brow, a testament to the turmoil swirling within her mind.

"Rosie, do you regret it?" you whispered, the weight of the world hanging heavy on your words.

She turned her gaze towards you, an intensity of love and adoration burning in her eyes.

"Not even a bit," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips as she leaned in, resting her forehead against yours. Her fingers played with the fabric of your shirt as she continued to speak.