You, an ordinary person, meet Rosé by accident, completely unaware of who she is - and she prefers it that way. But she can't keep her secret forever...
Will discovering that she's Blackpink's Rosé ruin what you have with her, or blossom into some...
I spent the next 6 weeks at (y/n)'s bedside. My management wasn't happy, but the only thing I cared about was (y/n). My love.
The nurses were opposed to me sleeping in the hospital room at first, but soon they realized there was no use trying to stop me. I would die before I left their side, I cared about them more than anything.
I stopped taking care of myself. I couldn't eat, sleep, or think properly anymore. At one point my whole family flew back from vacation because they were worried about me. But I was only worried about (y/n).
The doctors said that brain activity was declining. I ignored them, clinging to the illusion that any minute (y/n) would open their eyes and tell me that they loved me again like they used to.
It got worse. I must have completely blocked out what the doctors said, but I should've known it was bad when the family, friends, and everyone else (y/n) had been close to started arriving.
It was a few days later when I was shot through the heart. The doctors said (y/n)'s brain activity was completely gone and they had entered a vegetative state. There was no realistic chance of a return to consciousness.
The hospital couldn't afford to keep them hooked up to the machines forever, so they would have to be taken off life support. I vaguely remember crying at screaming that I wouldn't let them, I would find a way to keep (y/n) alive, I would pay for the life support - I wanted to keep them even if they never woke up. But it just wasn't possible.
The family came to say their last goodbyes. It was heartbreaking watching (y/n)'s mother weeping at their bedside. I wanted to cry too, but I couldn't. I was numb. I couldn't feel anything anymore.
Someone was talking to me in the distance. "I'm sorry?" I asked.
"I said we'll let you say one last goodbye before we pull the plug" the doctor repeated.
I found myself alone in the room with the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. Life had been cruel to us. We knew we would spend the rest of our days together, but fate had only let us share a couple short months before the accident. I knew those would always be the most precious months of my life.
"(Y/n)" I choked, imagining they could still hear me. "It's me, Rosie. I still remember the day we met on the hike. I felt something very special that day, something I only ever felt when I was with you. I know no one will ever love me the way you did. My life will go on (y/n), but you will always be the best thing that ever happened to me."
I could barely speak.
"(Y/n), you always loved it when I would sing for you. Can I sing you one last song before I go?"
(Listening to this song is important for the story)
I finished (y/n)'s song. I didn't realize I had been crying until I finished and saw my whole body was soaking wet.
The doctors came to take me out of the room for the last time.
"(Y/n), you will always be the love of my life,
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