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

06: "You're my home, my safe haven,"

Author's Note:
Regardless of whether you like it or not. I don't mind. I'm writing this chapter without any sense of guilt or shame. I've already stated that Rosé and Jennie will have a good shot with Y/N.

T/W: SMUT AHEAD

Word Count: 4291

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Confusion swirled within you, a tempest of emotions churning deep within your heart.

These feelings had been buried for so long, tangled and intertwined, that it was difficult to make sense of them all.

And now, here you were, standing in the fountain, your heart torn between two girls.

One, your girlfriend, Jennie, who had been by your side through thick and thin.

And the other, Rosé, the girl who had once stolen your heart and was now stealing it all over again.

It felt like cheating, you knew it did. You had made a commitment to Jennie, and yet your heart longed for Rosé.

Sitting on a bench in front of the fountain, Rosé smiled softly as she noticed your gaze upon her.

But beneath her radiant, youthful features, there was a sadness hidden away, only visible to those who truly knew her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern as she reached out to touch your hand. Her eyes shimmered with understanding, her smile sympathetic.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from hers.

Rosé gently took hold of your hand, her touch sending a wave of warmth through you.

Time seemed to slow down as she traced her thumb across your knuckles, caressing your skin tenderly.

A blush graced her delicate features, dusting her nose and cheeks with a rosy hue.

"We both know this is wrong, right?" you finally broke the silence, desperately seeking clarity in the midst of this bewildering entanglement.

She didn't answer immediately, contemplating her words carefully.

"Do you regret what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of demand. It pierced your heart, for you knew exactly what she meant.

You sighed softly and shook your head. "No," you admitted quietly.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I..." you started, but the words caught in your throat.

Rosé let out a deep sigh, her eyes imploring you to understand. "Please don't," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Let's just enjoy this moment together," she reassured, her eyes pleading with yours.

And in that moment, you realized that maybe it wasn't about making sense of everything right now. Maybe it was about allowing yourself to be in the present, to cherish the moments you had with Rosé.

Her blonde hair swayed slightly in the breeze as she tilted her head forward toward you. Her face mere inches from yours.

Slowly, your fingertips traced across her forehead, tracing the outline of her eyebrows. She smells like lavender, the smell you've always loved.

Her skin looks smooth to touch, her hair as soft as silk and her eyes-they're the color of chocolate brown. Her lips are as red as cherry blossom petals.