Rosè Oneshots/Imagines

It was just casual, right?

The bustling streets of Seoul were a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions within Y/N. She watched Rosé, the ever-glowing star of Blackpink, prepare for their world tour. Rosé had asked Y/N to join her, not as a friend, but as her "new assistant" – a convenient cover for their hidden situationship.

In Los Angeles, the city of dreams, Y/N found herself caught in the magic of it all. Rosé would steal glances at her during rehearsals, and their nights were filled with laughter and soft whispers. They explored the city together, Rosé's hand often finding Y/N's, a silent promise of something more.

One night, they found themselves on the rooftop of their hotel, the city lights twinkling below them. "This place is incredible," Y/N said, leaning on the railing. "I can't believe I'm here with you." Rosé smiled, her eyes softening. "I'm glad you're here too. It wouldn't be the same without you." They stood there, side by side, lost in the moment. Rosé's hand brushed against Y/N's, and she intertwined their fingers, her touch warm and reassuring.

As they moved to France, the city of love, Y/N couldn't help but feel a shift. Rosé was more reserved, her attention divided between Y/N and her demanding schedule. They still shared intimate moments, like a secret kiss under the Eiffel Tower, but the warmth was waning.

One evening, they sat in a cozy café, sipping on hot chocolate. Y/N looked at Rosé, a question lingering on her lips. "Do you ever think about what will happen after the tour?" Y/N asked, her voice tentative. Rosé hesitated, her eyes avoiding Y/N's gaze. "Let's just enjoy the moment, okay? We'll figure it out later." Y/N nodded, trying to suppress the growing unease in her heart.

In Japan, the distance grew. Rosé's texts became shorter, her excuses more frequent. Y/N tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in her chest, convincing herself it was just the stress of the tour. They walked through bustling streets, Rosé's smile now reaching her eyes less frequently.

One night, in their hotel room, Y/N tried to bridge the gap between them. "Rosie, is everything okay?" Y/N asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You've been so distant lately." Rosé sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm just tired, Y/N. This tour is taking a lot out of me." Y/N wanted to believe her, but the growing chasm between them was undeniable.

In Japan, Y/N found herself more and more isolated. She spent hours wandering the serene temples and bustling markets alone, her thoughts consumed by the dwindling connection with Rosé. The nights they once spent together were now solitary, with Rosé often out late for rehearsals and meetings. Y/N's phone buzzed less frequently, the texts from Rosé growing sporadic and impersonal.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N sat in a quiet café, watching the drops slide down the window. She texted Rosé, asking if they could spend some time together. The reply came hours later, a brief, "Can't tonight, maybe tomorrow." Y/N's heart sank. She could feel Rosé slipping away, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

New York City was a blur. The city that never sleeps seemed to mirror Y/N's restless heart. Rosé's interactions became brief and detached, her once frequent touches now a rarity. Y/N spent more time alone, wandering the streets, trying to hold on to the fragments of their once magical bond.

One evening, as they walked through Central Park, Y/N tried to reach out again. "Rosie, I miss you," Y/N said softly. "It feels like we're drifting apart." Rosé stopped walking, her expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to be like this." Y/N replied, her voice breaking,"But it is, I need to know if this means anything to you." Rosé looked away, the silence between them heavy and suffocating.

In New York, the sense of isolation deepened. Y/N found herself alone in a city teeming with life, the vibrant energy only amplifying her loneliness. She spent days exploring the city's landmarks, the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park, but every sight was tinged with a sense of melancholy. Rosé's presence, once a source of comfort and joy, had become a distant memory.

One night, Y/N wandered through Times Square, the neon lights blurring through her tears. She pulled out her phone and stared at the last message from Rosé, a curt reply to one of her many attempts to reconnect. The realization that their moments together were now confined to her memories was a heavy burden on her heart.

Returning to Seoul, Y/N felt the weight of their crumbling connection. She hoped being back home might bring back the closeness they once shared. But one night, as she sat alone in her apartment, her phone buzzed with a message from Rosé.

"It was just casual, right?"

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut. She stared at the screen, tears welling up in her eyes. The months of stolen moments, secret glances, and whispered promises crumbled into nothingness with that single, casual text.

A/N: Hey guys!! It's been so long since i last updated but life has been rough these last couple of months, but i won't bore you with my shit. This chapter is inspired by the song casual by chappell roan, listen to if you haven't, it's amazing. I really hope you guys like this chapter. If you guys have any ideas or requests for oneshots/imagines leave them in the comments and don't forget to vote :))