Voice (Rosé x reader)

Chapter 23

Rosé POV
"You're not going to go to school tomorrow." Y/N huffed.

Why not? I furiously scribbled onto a piece of paper and passing it to Y/N, frowning.

"Because you're still unwell."

I'm perfectly fine. I huffed out as I passed another note to Y/N.

"You can't speak."

I don't need to speak in class. I'm still perfectly capable of writing. Besides, I'm bored.

Y/N scanned across the note, before walking into a room and coming out with five books stacked in her arms. "Now you wouldn't be." I grimaced. I don't want to spend all day reading, that's no fun. I want to sing, but I can't. I may never sing again.

Why are you so against me going to school anyways? I questioned, ignoring the books she had dumped on my lap. She looked at the note before looking back at me, her eyes reflecting sadness and guilt. She opened her mouth only to shut it once more before looking away guiltily. Wait. It can't be. Suddenly it all clicked. I swallowed a lump of tears that had already started to form at my throat. You're ashamed of me aren't you? You're afraid of going to school with me next to with you. You think I'm like what they describe me as- a whore, a cheater. I shoved the note into her hands.

Before she was done reading the note, I quickly scribbled down a few more words onto another piece of paper. I need some time alone. With that, I stood up, placing the note pad and pen onto the coffee table before storming out of the apartment with tears in my eyes. She reached out to grab my sleeve, but I shrugged her off, before passing her the new note. She read it before looking at me sadly. "It's not what it's like." I shook my head as I continued to walk.

"Rosé! Wait!" Y/N called out. I pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head and pressed my hands onto my ears. People are all the same. I started to brisk walk before breaking into a run, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know where I was going, so I slowed down, walking aimlessly on the streets. Turning to a random alley, I walked further down before pressing my back against a wall and sliding down it. Curling up, I started to cry even harder, feeling very sorry for myself for ending up in this state.

I heard footsteps, assuming it was Y/N, I stood up quickly, furiously swiping at my tears. "Ah ah ah. Not so fast." A voice spoke before someone grabbed my hand. Panic seized me as I whirled around. Let me go! I said, or at least tried to, because nothing came out of my mouth. Ron glared at me, his grip on my arm tightened as I tried to shake him off.

"You hurt Jaeyoung." Ron growled before his jaw clenched tightly. "And now, you'll pay." I started desperately trying to shake him off, but he kept a firm grip. He then shove me against a wall, and pinned my arms by my side before leaning towards me. "No one messes with my best friend." He whispered next to my ear. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but to no avail. I tried to find a solution out, but I couldn't think properly. He slowly pulled back, a sly smile on his face. "Just. Relax." He grinned before leaning in once again. I whimpered in fear, my eyes screwed shut as I anticipated his ugly chapped lips against mine.