rosé imagines

unrequited love, pt. 5

In the days that followed your emotional reunion with Rosé, you found yourself increasingly on edge, hyper-aware of her presence whenever your paths crossed. Despite your best efforts to maintain a professional distance, the fragile truce between you threatened to crumble with each fleeting glance or chance encounter.

The tension was palpable—a tangible weight that seemed to permeate the very air around you. Your bandmates, sensing the unease, did their best to provide a buffer, shielding you from unnecessary interactions and offering silent support whenever the strain threatened to overwhelm.

Yet, no matter how hard you tried to bury your feelings, a part of you ached to reach out, to bridge the chasm that had opened between you and Rosé. The memory of her heartbroken expression as you walked away still haunted you, a constant reminder of the pain you had inflicted in a misguided attempt to protect your own fragile heart.

But the fear of opening yourself up to that level of vulnerability once more was simply too great. You had worked so hard to rebuild the walls around your heart, to fortify them against the devastation of another betrayal. And you knew, deep down, that if you allowed Rosé back in, you risked shattering beyond repair.

So you remained steadfast in your resolve, burying your longing beneath a carefully crafted mask of indifference. The show had to go on, after all, and you refused to let your personal turmoil derail the progress you had fought so hard to achieve.

And then, one fateful day, fate dealt you another cruel blow.

You were making your way through the familiar halls of the YG building, lost in your own thoughts, when a flash of blonde hair in your peripheral vision caught your attention. Glancing up, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched Rosé, with a radiant smile on her face, guide a woman you did not recognize through the winding corridors.

The woman was clearly someone close to Rosé, given the affectionate way she leaned into the singer's side, their fingers intertwined as they walked. And in that moment, the realization struck you like a punch to the gut—this must be the girlfriend Rosé had chosen over you.

You felt your heart shatter all over again, the pain of your unrequited love reigniting with vengeance. How could you have been so foolish, to think that you could simply move on, that the ache in your chest would eventually fade? The truth was, Rosé would always hold a piece of your heart, no matter how hard you tried to let her go.

Forcing yourself to take a steadying breath, you turned to slip away, unwilling to subject yourself to the torment of watching Rosé with someone else. But as you did so, your gaze inadvertently met Rosé's, and in that moment, you saw a flash of guilt and regret flicker across her features.

The woman at her side, seemingly sensing the shift in the atmosphere, followed Rosé's line of sight, her brow furrowing as her gaze settled on you. You felt a spike of panic, the instinct to flee overwhelming, but before you could act, the woman spoke, her voice soft but firm.

"Rosé, is this the friend you've been telling me about?"

Rosé's expression shifted, a blend of apprehension and resignation as she gently squeezed the woman's hand. "Yes, this is Y/N. She's... she's very important to me."

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze flicking between you and Rosé with a thoughtful hum. "I see. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Jenna, Rosé's girlfriend."

You swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to nod in acknowledgment. "It's... it's nice to meet you too."

An awkward silence settled over the trio, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jenna's gaze remained fixed on you, her expression unreadable, and you found yourself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of her scrutiny.