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MET GALA, BABY For @rosiegolden97 -explicit content -very explicit -unedited -smut (If this isn't something u like please do not continue to read this chapter)
Rosés ankles were hurting, like on fire, like a truck had just ran over her feet. The black gloss heels she had worn on the red carpet were an inch too small and digging into the back of her ankle. It was an error on the stylists part, to which the stylist had apologized multiple times so Rosé doesn't fault her for it. But it was just too late in the day to go ahead and change her shoes so she had to endure it for hours.
Rosé had freaked out all day being as this was her first ever Met Gala, she called her best friends and she called her boyfriend. All of which weren't able to fly down with her to keep her company due to their busy schedule. Half way down the hall Rosé leans against the cream wall off the hotel and slips her heals off. She sighs in relief finally able to press the heel of her foot on a flat surface. "Thank goodness." She groans.
She couldn't wait to just get in bed and fall asleep on the phone with her boyfriend.
Reaching her room door she riffles through her small purse for the entry card. She's finally able to grab it and she begrudgingly shoves it into the door handle. When she gets inside it's cold, "did I leave the A/C running? Are you kidding me." She throws her heels to the side with no care and tosses the bag onto the table near the entry of the room.
Just as she's about to turn the corner to go all the way in the room she sees him. "No way!"
Her boyfriend leaps out from the side. "SURPRISE!"
"Jimin!" She yells, practically flying into his arms. "Oh my gosh are you kidding me?" She laughs as his arms come to wrap around her waist and steady her.
"Hi baby." He chuckles, she kicks her legs up and wrap them around him cause if him to stumble into the edge of the bed and consequently fall back onto it. "How was it!"
She leans back, now sitting on his abdomen, her pony tail has already become loose and strands of hair fall down and away from her face. "Where do I even starts." She sighs, "my heels were too small, the event was long, and my head is starting to pound from this pony tail that's been in for too long."
Jimin laughs and brings his hands to wrest on her hips, his thumbs rub gently across her waist. "Now tell me the good parts." he smiles softly, watching the way her eyes glisten and become hooded from the shadow across her face.
"I seen some friends I had mad the last time I came down to America. The interviews were better than usual....Oooh and all the outfits were just drop dead gorgeous." She gushes.
"Your drop dead gorgeous." He smirks.
"Stop flirting." She giggles slapping his chest. She couldn't believe it, it was him right here beneath her and in person. She rubs her palm up his chest to his neck leaning down closer to his face. He grabs his jaw and looks down at his lips. "I missed you." She says softly, her breath fanning across his face.
