Blackpink Imagines

Short Problem: Rosé💕🌧️

Word Count: 484 (Its short cause you're short)

Being short sucks. It's been a constant struggle – reaching for things out of my grasp, enduring mistaken assumptions about my age, enduring the endless teasing about my height. For 22 years, it's been a source of deep insecurity for me, making me feel inadequate and small in more ways than one. But then I met Rosie.

Rosé is an amazing person. She's vibrant, charismatic, and head over heels for me. What strikes me the most? She doesn't give my height a second thought. She loves and admires me for who I am, not how tall I stand. In her eyes, my height is endearing, and she cherishes every moment we spend together.

"Chaeyoung! Help!" I called out, struggling to reach a bowl in the kitchen. Her footsteps rushed in, concern coloring her features. "What happened? Are you okay?" Her worry was endearing.

I awkwardly pointed at the top shelf. "Can't... reach... bowl," I admitted, feeling silly and small.

Rosé's eyes widened, and she giggled softly. "Oh, I got you, baby," she said, moving to grab it. Relief washed over me. But just as I tried to grab it, she playfully lifted it above her head, and I couldn't help but pout.

"Chaeyoung, that's not fair!" I whined, and she chuckled.

"Give me a kiss first, and I'll hand it over," she teased, puckering her lips. Rolling my eyes at her playful demand, I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. As I pulled away, she pretended to protest with a mock pout. "Hey, I'm not finished," she teased.

Swiftly, I snatched the bowl, sticking my tongue out teasingly. "Thanks, babe," I quipped, turning to arrange the fruits. She hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You know, I love that you're short. It gives me a chance to help you," she said softly, her affection melting my heart.

I chuckled. "And thank you for being my tall superhero, rescuing things from the heights," I teased back. She gently turned me to face her, tracing my face with tenderness.

"I love you," she whispered, pulling me into a sweet, lingering kiss. "I love you too," I whispered back, our smiles speaking volumes.

Being short has always brought insecurities. There were times when I felt self-conscious, wishing I could reach the top shelf or stand eye-to-eye with everyone. But Rosie has this magical way of turning those insecurities into cherished quirks. Her unwavering support, playful teasing, and her wholehearted acceptance of every part of me, including my shortcomings, dissolve those worries away. With her by my side, those moments of doubt about my height fade into insignificance. Her love makes me realize that the size of our hearts matters far more than any physical attribute. Thanks to Rosie, the cons seem to shrink away, leaving behind a world filled with love, laughter, and countless reasons to celebrate being exactly who I am.