blackpink oneshots

my guardian angel - chaennie

a/n: i've been missing my chaennie warriors,,, how are yall? i hope we grew from the last time i talked to you guys 🤧🤧 enjoy this oneshot that just popped into my head the moment i opened wattpad <3

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"be careful, okay?"

"don't forget to breathe, unnie."

"are you sure i can leave you? i can stay if you want."

"how's your ankle?"

"hey, listen to my voice okay, jen? just listen to me and no one else."

"i'm here, jennie."

"i'm not gonna leave you. trust me."

"hold my hand. it's going to be okay."

that's how park chaeyoung talks. that's how she always addresses me. it's either the friendliest greeting you'd ever get or a worried how are you? really asking how you've been or if you've eaten. she makes sure you're at your best. ready for the day ahead of you. and if you're not, she's gonna cancel everything she has planned and stay with you 'till your better.

i always found it fascinating how she chooses to call me unnie on days i'm all energetic and bouncy. but when the time comes that i'm all curled up in my bed, refusing to go outside, and the loud voices invading my personal space, that's when she calls me by name.

i usually just brush it off considering she grew up in the west. you don't really have to be polite there. but these days, there was just something different. she only ever calls me with honorifics on interviews or when we do vlives as a group. every time the camera's off however, we're those casual white girls, as the people used to call us when we were together in coachella, dancing the night away.

it's just jennie.

rosie and jennie.

"i'm rosie," she introduces herself, hand in mid-air waiting to be shaken.

"jennie," our hands touch and a spark comes alive. "nice to meet you, rosie."

it all started the day we met.

"nice to meet you too, jennie."

and our names never felt so perfect together.

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big crowds always gave me anxiety attacks. all the noise and the screaming. add the paparazzi and my mind goes crazy. i want them to shut up. to just stay calm and let us be. let us walk on our own without any worries of confrontation. but that can't happen, and it never will.

the girls took note of this ever since we debuted. jisoo unnie usually holds my hand as we walk together at the aiport. lisa takes pictures to distract me. but rosie? she does more than that. she makes sure no one comes more than ten feet from me. she scolds paparazzi who go to near me, warns our managers about the situation beforehand and even sings to me when i'm lucky. one time she even sang baby shark to me. (a/n: true story 🤧) and almost instantly her voice just soothed me. my attack soon settled and i just had to be wary of my surroundings. but rosie was there, ready to fight the world.

just for me.

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"everyone ready?" our tour manager asked into our in-ear monitors. we all turned our heads to the right to nod at her and give her a thumbs up. she gave us the thirty-second signal to prepare ourselves before the opening of our tour. i smiled to myself.

you can do this, jennie.

i started opening and closing my hand. it's a way for me to calm my nerves down.

then suddenly, something gets thrown to my right shoulder. i looked over and saa rosie waving her mic at me. i raised my eyebrow.

"you okay?" she mouthed, raising her hand to make an ok. i grinned at her and nodded.

"you sure?"

i nodded again.

she didn't have enough time to answer as the platforms we were standing on gets raised up. our eyes connected the moment we step foot on stage. our opening started with the lights off so we approximately had a few seconds to interact before we had to go and act professional.

we get into position for ddu-du-ddu-du. rosie's positioned in front of me but she turned around for a quick check up.

"call me if something happens, okay?" she told me, reaching in to rub my cheek. i just looked down and agreed.

as much as i wanted to be with her that whole night, we had a concert. and as much as i wanted her to help me out and stick with me, i also didn't want to get injured.

but i guess the whole world was against me and made me sprain my ankle. it's the ankle i always sprain. rosie was the first one who noticed/saw. she rushes over to me, and i didn't even call her name.

"jennie..." she says, there she goes with the name thing again, i thought as she leaned over me to check on my ankle. her touch made me flinch, so i end up closing my eyes. "i'll get you some ice."

i just saw her run off stage, talking to whoever staff was behind those curtains and rummaging through all the containers to find some ice. lisa rushed to me and rubbed my back, "you have to be more careful, unnie."

"i know, lisa."

"jendeuk!" jisoo finally walked closer, crouching down at eyes level. "pabo!"

rosie came back with a pack of ice and a small towel. she dressed it over my ankle to reduce the swelling. i flinched again and she starts soothing me. "shhhh," she held my hand firmly. her thumb caressing mine, "jennie, look at me."

i opened my eyes and meet hers midway. "it's gonna be okay," she says slowly, "we'll be okay."

the way she addresses everything as we makes my heart melt everytime. it's like she's saying i was never alone in what i was going through. she's always there for me.

"we're gonna get through this," she stated as her arms were wrapped around my fragile body. it was the time i had a break down about our career. how people hate me. how i should've just followed my mom's request and studied in florida. that i should've just went on with the whole lawyer thing.

but rosie stayed with me that night. just cuddled with me until the morning. reassured me of all the good things in life just because i chose to live out my dream.

she even mentioned how i got to meet the other members.

how i got to meet her.

and her meet me.

it felt like some sort of magic or fate or whatever you wanna call it.

maybe it was just an unspoken rule type thing, park chaeyoung was made for me and i made for her. she protects me at times she can. tells me i'm loved and i'm the best thing that's ever happened to her.

i know i don't do much but whoever's up there knows that how i feel about her too.

we're each other's guardian angel.