Reaching My Star | A Chaennie AU

Chapter 63: The End. (Jennie 32; Rosé 35)

After the long dinner full of laughter, stories, and wedding plans—where their parents were happily discussing venues, dates, and guest lists—Jennie and Rosé finally retreated to their room. The air was filled with the soft lull of the ocean just beyond their villa, and the room felt warm, lit by the golden glow of low lights. It was a calm contrast to the lively conversation that had carried on for hours downstairs.

Jennie sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair, her mind still spinning with everything that had happened. Rosé closed the door quietly behind them, then walked over and sat beside her, their shoulders touching in the softest, most familiar way. For a moment, neither of them spoke, lost in the weight of everything that had transpired.

Rosé let out a soft sigh, breaking the silence, and leaned her head against Jennie's shoulder. "Can you believe it?" she whispered, her voice tender. "We're really getting married."

Jennie smiled, resting her cheek on the top of Rosé's head. "No," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and find out this was all some beautiful dream."

Rosé lifted her head slightly, looking at Jennie with soft, serious eyes. "It's not a dream," she said quietly, reaching for Jennie's hand. She intertwined their fingers, squeezing gently. "This is real. You, me, Hayoon... this life we've built—it's ours."

Jennie nodded, her heart swelling. She turned to look at Rosé fully, their knees touching now as they faced each other. The sincerity in Rosé's eyes, the depth of her love, was something Jennie felt in her bones. It was the kind of love that doesn't fade, no matter what time brings. It was a love that had been tested, nurtured, and grown from something simple into something life-defining.

"I can't even put into words what you mean to me," Jennie whispered, her voice trembling slightly as the weight of it all settled in. "You've changed everything, Rosie. My whole life, I was looking for something that felt like home. And then I found you. And now... now I know I'll never be alone again."

Rosé's eyes softened, her hand reaching up to gently cradle Jennie's face. "I feel the same way," she said, her voice steady, but full of emotion. "It's like everything we've been through—every moment, every challenge, every joy—was leading us to this. To here. To this exact moment."

Jennie's throat tightened, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't know what the future holds, Rosie. But I know that I want you by my side, no matter what. For the rest of my life, I want to wake up to you. I want us to face everything together—the good, the hard, everything."

Rosé nodded, her eyes locked with Jennie's, so full of love that it seemed to radiate from her. "We will," she whispered, her voice steady and sure. "We'll have moments where it's not easy, but I promise you—no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us—I'll always choose you. I'll always love you, Jennie."

Jennie's heart stilled at those words, the depth of them settling into her like a warm blanket. This wasn't just about the promises they'd make at their wedding—it was about the unspoken promises they had already made in their hearts. To be there. To love each other through the quiet moments, through the storms, through every mundane and extraordinary part of life.

For a long moment, they sat there, just breathing together, the silence between them full of understanding, of love so deep it didn't need words.

And then, Rosé leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Jennie's. The kiss was slow, tender—filled with all the emotions they hadn't spoken aloud. It wasn't rushed or urgent; it was a kiss that said, I'm here. I'll always be here. Jennie responded in kind, her hands slipping up to cradle Rosé's face as she leaned in deeper, pulling her closer.

There was something about this kiss that felt different from all the ones before. It wasn't just an expression of love—it was an acknowledgment. Of their journey. Of the life they had ahead of them. Of the quiet, unbreakable bond that had formed between them over the years.

They continued, their kiss deepening, but always full of love and care. Their world faded into each other, time slipping away as they lost themselves in the comfort and certainty of one another.

The night stretched on, and in those moments, nothing else mattered. Not the wedding plans, not the future worries. Just this—just them, their love, and the absolute certainty that they had found something worth fighting for, worth holding onto forever.

When they finally lay together, tangled in each other's arms, Rosé whispered softly into the quiet darkness, "This is just the beginning."

Jennie smiled into Rosé's hair, holding her close. "I know."

And it was true. Their love had been tested and had grown stronger, surviving the ups and downs, the doubts, and the distance. It was a love that didn't need grand gestures or declarations. It was in the quiet moments, in the way they held each other when the world felt too heavy. It was in the promises they had already kept and the ones they would continue to make without even realizing it.

As they drifted into sleep, the night wrapped them in a cocoon of peace. This was the ending of one chapter, but the beginning of something even more beautiful. It was the kind of love that was never loud or demanding—but it was there. It was always there. And it always would be.

Jennie and Rosé had found each other in a world that sometimes felt too big, too complicated. But together, they had built a small, quiet corner of that world, a place where love was simple, and family was everything.

This was their love story—one of quiet strength, unwavering loyalty, and a love so deep it had become the foundation of their lives.

And it would last forever.