Book 3: The Sweet Chaos (Jennie X Female Reader X Rosé)

02: "We're friends."

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room.

Gently, you untangled yourself from Jennie's embrace, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

With the excitement of the day ahead, you tiptoed downstairs, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath your feet.

After a refreshing shower, you slipped into a fresh set of clothes and made your way outside, craving the crisp morning air.

As you opened the door, a figure caught your eye, sitting serenely on the porch bench. It was none other than Rosé, the early riser.

Basking in the morning sunlight, Rosé looked ethereal, her golden long hair shimmering like spun silk.

It was almost impossible to imagine that just yesterday, she had fearlessly shielded you from harm.

A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you contemplated joining her, longing for her company.

But uncertainty held you back, so you retreated to the kitchen instead. Lost in thought, memories of the previous day flooded your mind.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, and you looked up to find Rosé, fresh from her nap, concern etched on her face.

Startled by her presence, you smiled and confessed, "I wasn't expecting to see you here so early."

"I came to witness the sunrise, but it seems a little lackluster," she admitted, a touch of disappointment in her voice.

Grinning, you nodded in agreement. "It's not quite as breathtaking as we hoped, huh?"

Rosé smiled back, her eyes sparkling while locking gazes with you.
"Still beautiful, though."

A comfortable silence settled between you, until curiosity got the best of you. "So, what brings you out here this early?"

"To clear my head," she replied softly.

The weight of her words hung in the air, and you instantly understood her need for solace, her thoughts likely consumed by the recent loss of her father. "Is it about... your father?"

Rosé's gaze turned distant, her voice filled with sorrow. "I can't believe he's gone. He fought so bravely."

You shook your head, determination in your voice. "Don't blame yourself, Rosie. Your dad loved you so much, and I know he'd be proud of you."

The urge to comfort her overwhelmed you, and your hand instinctively reached out, finding solace on her shoulder.

She turned her tear-filled eyes towards you, and in that moment, you felt a deep connection.

"I feel like I've let him down," she confessed, her voice trembling. "He admired my determination, but he wasn't great at explaining things."

"Come here," you gently urged, scooting over on the bench to make room for her.

Rosé climbed over the seat and settled beside you, her face finding solace in the crook of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around her, providing the comfort and support she desperately needed.

In the safety of your embrace, she clung to you, her body shaking with silent sobs.

You stroked her hair, whispering words of reassurance. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

As you held her, her lips brushed against your neck, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine.