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

16: A Surprise Visit

The class was finally coming to an end, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you.

The constant mental gymnastics were starting to take a toll on your brain.

Leaning back in your chair, you gazed out of the window, daydreaming about the free time that awaited you.

Just as you were about to let your mind wander further, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

Startled, you watched as a student assistant approached your professor, whispering something that piqued their interest.

Your professor's gaze shifted towards you, and with a slightly puzzled expression, they said, "Ms. L/N, you've been summoned to the dean's office. I'm not sure what this is about, but you should head there immediately."

Caught off guard, you blinked in surprise. You had never been in trouble before, so this unexpected summons left you feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Yes, of course. I'll go right away," you replied, trying to hide your concern.

As you made your way towards the dean's office, whispers filled the air.

It seemed that people never really outgrew their tendency for gossip, even in college.

Ignoring the idle chatter, you focused on reaching your destination, walking silently behind the student assistant who had been sent to guide you.

Conversation was not your strong suit, so you preferred to keep quiet during the journey.

You followed the assistant's lead, staying in the shadows until you arrived at the dean's office.

Standing by the door, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever awaited you inside.

You pushed open the door and were met by the stern gaze of the dean.

"Ms. L/N, please take a seat," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Obeying his instructions, you settled into the chair facing him, unable to shake off the feeling that you were in trouble for something you hadn't done.

"May I ask what I've been summoned here for?" you inquired, attempting to inject a touch of lightness into your tone.

The dean's face remained serious as he replied, "I have received some complaints regarding your behavior."

Your fists clenched instinctively. What could they possibly be accusing you of this time?

"I can't simply overlook this matter," he continued, his gaze shifting to the papers on his desk.

Finally, he rested his pen on a photograph, one that caught your attention immediately.

It was a picture of you and Rosé, taken during a visit to the amusement park.

In the photo, the two of you were caught in a moment, sharing a kiss.

You whispered, barely audible, "Is there a reason why you have that picture?"

"I despise our school being misrepresented by the public, especially since we are a Catholic institution," he explained, his voice laced with disapproval. "We even have chapels here, dedicated to our devotion to Christianity."

Raising an eyebrow, you realized where this conversation was headed.

"Let me make this clear. My relationship with Rosé has nothing to do with the school, with all due respect," you responded, fighting to control your rising anger.