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will you kiss me ? || chaennie

Rosé suffers from one-sided love towards Jennie, but little does she know, Jennie loves her back. So much.

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Rosé sniffled loudly into the thick quilted blanket on Jennie's couch. The television light drowned out their faces in the otherwise dark living room, and somber orchestra music played from the speakers.

"I can't believe she broke up with Ryan Gosling!" Rosé sobbed. "They were perfect together... Jen, don't fall asleep!"

"Rosie, I can't believe we're watching this movie for the third time." Jennie groaned. "And each time you cry."

"But it's so romantic!" howled Rosé as she flopped her face into the tear-stained pillow.
Emma Stone danced across the screen, inaudible through Rosé's emotional sobs.
When the movie came to the finale, Rosé realized something.
As Jennie was drifting off to sleep, her hand slowly made its way to Rosé's, fingers tangling before fitting perfectly between each other. Rosé looked down at Jennie's tan hand in hers. It looked so thin, so fragile. Yet her grip was warm and reassuring. Rosé didn't want to, but as Jennie succumbed into deeper sleep, she slowly tugged her hand away from Jennie's.

"No..." came a soft whisper from Jennie.

"Jen, what are we -"

"Shhhh...." Jennie chuckled slightly, eyes still drooping.

A few seconds passed that felt like hours to Rosé, yet ended too soon, Jennie's voice almost ripping away the comfort in the silence and her touch.

"Rosie?" called Jennie.

"Yes, my beautiful tropical princess?"

"Will you... k-kiss me?"

Rosé was stunned at the question that came seemingly out of the blue. Of course, she had feelings for Jennie, but she never knew Jennie felt the same way.

Rosé slowly moved her free hand toward Jennie's cheek. The television screen they had forgotten about went black as the credits finished rolling. It was Rosé, Jennie, and the sweet darkness.

Rosé stuttered for a second.
"So Jen, let me get this straight."

Jennie giggled at the word "straight".

"Shut up, my lovely fragrant flower," Rosé continued, "You want me... to kiss you? Does that mean you have feelings for me? Well, obviously it does, but I thought you were into men and now you're into me? Well that's impossible because- "

A newly energized Jennie pushed Rosé down onto the couch cushion, Rosé's eyes wide with surprise.

"Jen, I-"

Jennie shushed Rosé with a quick and tender peck on the lips, which sent sparks through Rosé's body.

"Wow, Jen. I didn't-"

Jennie pressed her lips to Rosé's again, this time more forcefully. Rosé kissed back, feeling how soft Jennie's beautiful lips felt against hers.

Rosé was glad the lights were off so Jennie couldn't see her blushing like a maniac through her pale skin. But her face felt hot as Jennie smiled into the kiss and let out a happy sigh.
Rosé sat up and Jennie's arms and legs wrapped around her waist and back in a full-body hug. Jennie nuzzled Rosé's neck, feeling the warmth and comfort of her "best friend" on her skin.
She breathed in Rosé's overly sweet perfume, enjoying every sniff of it. Rosé kissed Jennie this time, showing her how much she'd been waiting for this moment. Lips slid against lips, and with every touch Jennie fell more and more in love with Rosé. She embraced her even more tightly, all the warmth rushing back to her again.

"I love you, Rosie," Jennie declared in a soft voice, almost inaudible.

"I love you, too, Jennie Kim."