Eternal Devotion of Manifest/Chaennie

Chapter 24

Rosé emerged from the shower, wearing one of Jennie's dresses that clung to her still-damp skin. She moved through the room with an easy grace, her eyes landing on Jennie, who stood on the balcony, staring enormously into the distance.

Jennie, sensing Rosé's presence, twisted and began striding toward her with determined strides. Rosé crossed her arms, a playful smirk curling her lips as she watched Jennie's approach. But just as Jennie was about to reach her, she walked straight into the glass barricade, bumping her head with a dull thud.

Jennie stumbled back, rubbing her forehead with a sheepish grin, while Rosé burst into laughter, her smirk turning into genuine amusement.

"Oh Jesus, Jennie! Can't you see the glass door?" Rosé burst out chortling, the sound sealing the room as she watched Jennie, who continued to gaze at her with an expression full of adoration.

Jennie placed her palm on the glass, her eyes still set on Rosé. "Well, I was staring at my wife. She's so soporific that I couldn't see anything else," she stated with a grin.

Rosé rolled her eyes. "I don't love you."

Jennie's smirk grew. "I don't need you to love me. I love you, and that's enough for both of us."

"You're delusional," Rosé muttered, turning to unpack her things from her suitcase.

"Come to breakfast. And please, don't mention anything about... what happened," Jennie articulated, standing beside Rosé and helping her unpack. Rosé didn't question it, but her frown deepened at Jennie's statement.

"Why?" Rosé asked, her tone curious and cautious.

Jennie handed Rosé the last book, her fingers lingering to intertwine with Rosé's pinky. "I don't want my mom to be hurt. She loves you as much as she loves me. Please, it's a request," Jennie said, her voice softer. "She's everything to me."

Rosé paused, looking into Jennie's eyes. Despite the chaos and confusion in her heart, she saw the solemnity in Jennie's gaze. It was a love that was fierce, unwavering, and despite everything, pristine.

Rosé looked away, taking the book. "Fine, but promise me you'll stay away from Jisoo and don't even think about hurting her or I'll—"

Jennie raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. "You?"

Rosé grinned, pointing her index finger at Jennie with a stern gaze. "I'll kill you."

"Please do kill me," Jennie expressed, taking Rosé's hand and kissing it before placing it on her heart. "If it makes you feel better, then do it."

Rosé's heart palpitated in her chest, and she jerked her hand away from Jennie's grip. "You've gone mad. I think you need a therapist."

Jennie chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "If you stay in front of my eyes all night, how can you expect me to be okay?"

Rosé sighed, feeling the weight of the moment. "I'm leaving."

"Baby, please don't leave me," Jennie pleaded, following close behind.

Rosé groaned and quickened her pace, with Jennie matching her step for step. "Oh Jesus," Rosé muttered, breaking into a run down the stairs.

Jennie chuckled, poking her tongue into her cheek as she sprinted after her. "You mean Jennie!"

Just before Rosé reached the bottom of the stairs, she collided with someone. Quickly reacting, Jennie drew her back into an embrace, turning them both just as a housemaid passed by with a tray of hot coffee. The scalding liquid spilled, splashing onto Jennie's back instead of Rosé.