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

13: "The Choosing Game."

Rosé's POV

As I spun around, my heart sank at the sight of Y/N and Jennie. Their foreheads gently touching, their eyes closed in pure bliss. It was a moment of tenderness that stabbed at my heart.

I knew it was wrong, that I had no right to feel this way, but my fingers trembled as tears welled up inside me. I couldn't bear to witness the love I desired slipping away.

In silence, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and made my way out of the beach house. Each step was automatic, my mind lost in a haze of blurred vision and swirling emotions. And then, a familiar voice called out my name, cutting through the chaos in my head. It was the voice of the only person I truly loved.

I turned back, only to be faced with Y/N standing before me. I tried to push past her, but her grip tightened around my arm, pulling me back towards her.

"Rosie," her voice was soft, but it struck a chord deep within me. She spoke my name with such sincerity, as if it held all the meaning in the world. Just her saying my name made everything else fade away.

She continued, desperately trying to capture my attention. "Look at me, please." Her eyes pleaded with me, shimmering brightly.

Reluctantly, I met her gaze. Those eyes sparkled with such intensity that I momentarily forgot where I was. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to regain control.

Y/N leaned closer, until our faces were mere inches apart. "Please stop, I can't bear to see you cry. Please, forgive me." Her voice was filled with sorrow, each word a balm for my wounded soul.

I wanted to tell her that everything was fine, that I forgave her. I wanted to assure her that we would be okay, that my love for her was strong enough to weather any storm. But the words wouldn't come.

Taking another swig of whiskey, I tried to drown out the pain that threatened to consume me. I forced myself to swallow, but all I felt was an ache in my chest.

I needed a distraction, something to numb the emotions that had been building up since I discovered Y/N was falling in love with someone else. Had already fallen in love. While I remained trapped in the grip of unrequited feelings.

As I raised the bottle to my lips once more, Y/N grabbed my wrist, her touch pleading with me to stop.

"Don't, Rosie. Please," she whispered softly, her eyes searching mine.

"Just leave me alone," I mumbled, pulling my hand free and taking a step backward. The longer I looked at her, the more my heart threatened to shatter into countless pieces.

"What do you want from me, Rosie? Tell me, I'm all ears," Y/N pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Just tell me what I can do to make things right again."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I locked eyes with her. "You can't fix this, Y/N. Deep down, we both know you can't fix it because you can't even decide who you want. It's either me or Jennie, plain and simple."

Silent tears welled up in my eyes, burning with unspoken pain. I couldn't bear to be here any longer, so I turned to walk away.

But before I could escape, Y/N's grip tightened around my arm, pulling me back forcefully. Her hand clutched mine tightly, refusing to let go.

"No, Rosie, you don't understand," she whispered urgently, her voice filled with desperation. "I'm hurting too, I promise. Just give me more time to figure things out. We can work through this, together. Please, let me fix this. Give me time."

I pulled away, my heart aching, and started walking along the seashore. The wind blew against my face, sending chills down my spine.

Tears threatened to spill, but I refused to show any weakness. The image of Jennie kissing Y/N flashed before my eyes, intensifying the pain within me.