The Cost of Perfection | Rosé x Reader

(M) Chapter 8 - Nights With Her

By now everyone in the Park household had gone to sleep, everyone except for Rosie that is. Her laptop was open on her bed, playing a random movie she just picked out. Her hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing short shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She sat with a pillow in her lap and glasses on the rim of her nose.

There were several things running through her mind that were keeping her from going to sleep. All of them involving you. For one, she was upset about being left needy. She hated the feeling. The stupid curfew she had made sure to ruin that. The other thing was all the appointments she needed to make it to on time to ; getting her hair done, her nails, and her make-up. It felt like she had a long list of things to complete and it made her nervous. There was always that feeling lingering in the back of her head that she wasn't going to have enough time to do it all. Wanting to look good for you and more importantly herself. The last thing on her mind was how she envisioned the night to go. In her head, she unintentionally thought of it more like Prom, big and glamorous, but to be completely honest she forgot about Prom completely, making this dance seem like the last one you were ever going to have. Either way she really wanted it to go the way she hoped.

Completely zoned out, she missed half the movie she was playing. It was mostly on just so she could have something playing in the background anyway, something to hear while she let herself get lost in her thoughts.

She started getting drowsy when a tap was heard at her window. The first time it made the noise she didn't notice it, but after multiple repeats of the same tapping she became aware of the noise outside, seeming to come from her window. At first she thought she was making herself hear something that wasn't there because of how tired she was becoming. Then she thought it was just the movie she was watching, but she could still hear it when she muted the movie on her laptop.

Being on the second floor meant that it had to be something unusual making the noise. Perhaps a small animal like a chipmunk or a squirrel, certainly not a branch or twig or anything like that because there were no trees in front of her bedroom window.

Getting off the bed, moving with caution in each step she took, she approached the window, slightly scared to move the curtain away for fear of not knowing what was on the other side. Gripping the ends of the curtain she slowly peaked through the small opening she made and was surprised to see you quietly sitting on the roof. Her shoulders fell, relaxing from the tense position they were in.

"What are you doing here!?" She whisper-yelled at you as she carefully slid the window open. "I...got sooo bored being at home. I figured why not see if you were still up." It was annoying to her to see you laying so casually along her rooftop like it wasn't a big deal if you got caught or not. "That's what a phone is for!"

"I thought about that, but then you'd probably just tell me to go to sleep or something. I figured it'd be harder for you to turn me away if I just showed up." The gesture made her stomach fill with butterflies. She hated when you were right, how cold she possibly make you leave when you were right in front of her.

The way the stars looked in the sky behind you made her feel like she was living a scene from a movie, much like the one she had playing earlier. Kinda romantic to have you show up unannounced, not willing to take no as an answer. This side of you was a real turn on for her. Plus, truth be told she was dying to be with you. Like really be with you, she wasn't over the laundry room incident yet and desperately needed you. So it's almost like you read her mind by coming over again.

Propping yourself onto your elbows you leaned in toward her, your nose barely touching the edge of hers. "Of course if you really want I can just go home..." Slyly inching closer to her as you let your lips finally press against hers softly touching them before backing off, knowing very well that what you were doing was working.