Blackpink Imagines

Tangled Hearts: Rosé🌧️💕

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My breaths came in ragged gasps, the rhythm matching the frantic beat of my heart as I dashed through the narrow, shadowy alleyways. Tears blurred my vision, the sting of the cold night air biting at my cheeks as I stumbled over uneven pavement. Fear pulsed through me—not just from the chilling wind but from the haunting memories that urged me to flee, to escape the suffocating grip of my abusive family.

It had taken every ounce of courage to slip away from their watchful eyes, to evade the torment that had been my everyday existence. The opportunity arose in a moment of reckless determination—I seized it, not knowing where it would lead, driven only by the desperate need to break free.

Each step felt like a desperate plea for freedom, carrying the weight of leaving behind the only life I'd ever known. My sobs merged with the distant sounds of the city, a symphony of chaos that mirrored the turmoil within me. Amidst my panic, there lingered a fragile hope—a belief that somewhere beyond these alleys, a chance for a new beginning awaited, a haven away from the pain and torment that had become my reality.

Exhausted, I stumbled onto a quieter street, leaning against a cold brick wall, clutching the worn fabric of my jacket. Tear tracks painted my cheeks, and my eyes, a mix of desperation and determination, scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.

I sat huddled in the alleyway, my head buried between my knees, tears mingling with a chaotic mix of sadness and relief. Amidst the suffocating darkness, a voice sliced through the night's silence, breaking into my desolation.

"Hello?"

Another voice, calm and cautious, attempted to dissuade the first. "Chaeyoung, I'm sure it's nothing. Let's go; it's dark."

"No, it might be an animal that's hurt," Chaeyoung insisted, her footsteps drawing nearer, their echoes reverberating against the walls.

The sudden flood of light made me flinch, the beams illuminating my distraught form. A gasp followed, and then the concerned voice spoke again, a blonde girl whom I now knew as Chaeyoung. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

Tears continued to stream down my face, my voice barely a whisper as I choked out my response. "No."

"Oh my god, Oh My God! Jennie, come here!" Chaeyoung's voice rose in urgency as she summoned someone named Jennie. Panic threaded through the atmosphere as I heard Chaeyoung instructing Jennie to call for an ambulance.

My heart raced, fear and anxiety intertwining as Chaeyoung's concern collided with my desperation. "No! Don't call anyone, please!" I pleaded, my voice tinged with urgency.

Chaeyoung's worried gaze softened, a reassurance lacing her words. "Hey, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you, I promise. I'll be by your side. We just need to make sure you're okay health-wise."

Her words held a soothing quality, a fleeting comfort in the midst of chaos. I studied her face, her features resembling that of an angel, an angel meant to rescue me from the darkness that had consumed my life. "What happened? Why are you here?" Chaeyoung's gentle voice broke through my thoughts.

The memories clawed their way back, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably. "I-I ran away from my abusive family," I confessed in a hushed tone, the weight of my confession heavy in the chilly air.

"Do you want me to call the cops? You have evidence of abuse. And you don't need to worry because my family are lawyers," Chaeyoung offered, her determination evident, a glimmer of hope for justice in her words.

"You would do that for me? A stranger?" I questioned, the disbelief evident in my voice.

Chaeyoung extended her hand towards me, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Hi, my name is Park Chaeyoung, or Rosé, or Rosie. Take your pick."