Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Backstage

AN*** This one is a little different but I figured why not put it in here. This is a f/f/f one-shot with a y/n character so read at your own discretion if it's not your thing then don't read it.

"Te amo mucho, Blinks! Have a nice and safe night!"

"Ustedes son chingones, Blinks!"

You cheer with the hundred or so Blinks who came to send off Blackpink and the crowd starts to disperse after the girls disappear into a hallway. It's been 30 minutes since the concert itself ended and roughly 30 seconds since you last saw a glimpse of Blackpink in their ordinary clothes, but you're not ready for the night to be over. You lean against the railing and close your eyes, prolonging the moment for as long as the staff will allow you to. You'd sleep here tonight if they'd let you.

You breathe in deeply, feeling the way your heart thumps in your chest, the buzz in your ears, the scratchiness in your throat. The pure ecstasy coursing through your veins.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?" you look up and one of your newly-made friends is looking at you.

"Mhmm, never been better. Just soaking it all in."

She smiles at you, understanding fully what you mean. You shared a life-changing experience tonight.

"Okay, well we'll go ahead. Let's go out for coffee sometime, okay?"

"Yes, of course! Get home safely! It was really nice meeting you!"

You hug her briefly then you find a different spot on the corner and sit down with your eyes pointed to the ceiling. The noise level is the lowest it's been all night and you let your thoughts take you again.

You can't believe it, you actually saw Blackpink live!! It was like a dream when you found out they would come to Mexico, and man did you have to fight for those tickets. After years of following them and seeing them grow into confident performers and kind humans, you finally saw them. You actually saw them! And you interacted with all of them!

The cameras don't do them justice. Their beauty is out of this world. You silently thank the gods for making you gay because damn, imagine not being able to fully appreciate their beauty. Those poor straight women.

You already know you're going to spam a dozen stories about your Ultimate Born Pink VIP experience. Who cares if no one watches your videos until the end? You'll be rewatching all your videos over and over again, thank you very much. Especially that one when Rosé sang a whole ass verse of As If It's Your Last to you. God, that eye contact felt like it lasted a whole lifetime. You're surprised you're even still alive. She even pointed at you and took her sweet time serenading you. She even told Lisa to go away before she did it! Like, when are those two ever apart during their concerts? You must be special, right?

You know, you know, you're delusional. Everyone standing near you probably thought that Rosé sang that verse for them, too. But hey, doesn't hurt to dream.

Anyway, you already know the post-concert depression is going to hit you hard. You shouldn't even bother going to work on Monday. Why do you subject yourself to such things anyway?

You're pulled out of your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me, can I get your name?"

Your eyes open to the image of a familiar-looking Korean lady who's looking at you curiously.

You stare at her blankly for longer than you should, still replaying that scene with Rosé in your head, when you remember that she just asked you a question and expects an answer.