Rosé or Roseanne?

VLIVE

Rosé's POV

"You can do this!" I give my reflection a forced smile; I had just cleaned myself up, my eyes are still slightly red, but it's fixed some layers of makeup. It will be even harder to cover it up if I cried a good 10 more minutes, I bet my face will be swollen into a blueberry.  

Opening Vlive, I start my very first live stream, plastering a causal look into my face, I smile at the audience as if there isn't a group of people sending death threats: "Hiya! This is Rosé and I am holding a Q & A." I wave the toy microphone in my hands, feeling very stupid, "I am going to wait for a few more minutes so everyone can ask a question!"

I peer at the comment section, 5000 people watching now, some of them spreading hate, but most of them are my supporters, a flow of warmness travels through my body, it's good to have someone believe in you. 

At first, it's all easy stuff such as my favorite color, height, and weight, there are a few stupid questions like 'Why are you such an ugly rat?' but I ignore them, careful not to show any emotions else than positive ones, well, it's easy since I have such an icy-cold look. 

Then more haters arrived and started flooding the comment sections with scam and spiteful remarks and rude questions, my few fans are trying their hardest to defend them, but it's hard to see any normal comments with the mass hate. 

"Guys, I have also prepared a special activity," I smile genuinely, if there are no questions, I will add new activities and wait for them. "Some of you are asking about makeup bag earlier, now I am doing a little tour, ta-da!" Comments start springing up eagerly after this, "Don't worry, I will carry on with the Q & A later!" 

Opening my makeup bag and giving a short introduction to each of them, "This is my sunscreen, it's very important to protect your skin from the UV rays so please apply them, so we can all have healthy skin!" Slowly, more positive comments start to pop up:

'Rosé, we have the same toner!'

'I love you and will support you no matter what!'

'Your Aussie accent is so cute~'

'Rosé, where did you buy most of your makeup?'

I relax and make a joke, "Most of them are Piskissa, haha, I don't really betray my company," But as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize mentioning Piskissa is a mistake. 

'Aren't you kicked out?'

'Are you still in that company?'

'You did not deserve to be in the same company as Jisoo! You stupid rat!'

Even most of my comments are still positive, but they are challenging me, observing my response, ready to watch me fall. 

This, is harder than an exam. 

With the easy smile still on my face, I reply, "I haven't left Piskissa, nor did I make any conflicts with them, the relationship between me and staff are perfectly well, as for the new model, Kim Jisoo, she is beautiful and I am looking forward to meeting her. People believe in things they want to believe, and for me, what I just said was the truth, believe it or not, it's up to you." I add a hint of aegyo to lighten the mood, "And why would I want to smoke... I bet it tastes really weird.."

Finally, the haters shut up for once, I read through the comments of love, appreciation, encouragement, a small grin on my face, my mood dampens a little when another hate comment flashes.

'What do you think you are?! Acting all innocent and mighty as if you are a queen, what sort of courage you have to say something so shameless?'

Before I can get a word out, my fans are already attacking the hater. 

"Now, now guys, be nice," I say playfully, "I really want to talk to you more but time's up, I have to go! Bye-bye! Love you guys!" I blow a kiss and end the stream.

The hate comment I just saw jumps out in my mind again, 'what sort of courage you have to say something so shameless?' threatening to wipe the smile off my face. I whisper my answer softly: 

Because, I am Rosé.  

There's a soft knock on the door, I open my door, revealing Chanyeol, dressed in his usual suit and tie, his face a mask of indifference, it's fascinating how alike we are, even that we are not blood-related, me and my stepbrother share lots of similarities. 

His mask melts into pure concern, seriously, if he is that open with a girl, he might find a girlfriend after all, "You are not hurt, aren't you? I have contacted people and most of the comments are deleted, don't take any of them to a personal level, okay?"

I flash him a smile, "Honestly, bro, just chill and come in, I am fine, no need to look like the world that just burned down."

My stepbrother is still tense, "Rosé, if there are any difficulties, just..."

I cut him off with a small hug, "Okay, okay, old man, no need to stress, you have a whole company to worry about, let alone my problems," Changing the subject, I say "How's your work?"

"Rosé, you never asked me about my work, one last time, you sure you are fine?"

I grab his shoulder, "Mr. Park. I. Am. Alright. Clear enough?"

He swats my hands away but he smiles a little, "All clear."

Releasing a breath I haven't realized I was holding, I ask, "Have you watched my first Vlive? The first 40 minutes was just my forced aegyo and the last  5... I was so savage!"

"Yes, Wendy told me about it," Chanyeol says, "You have mom's vibes."

I grin, even we have been called the 'expressionless siblings', I am way more... normal when I am relaxed, but Chanyeol, even when he is happy, his smile can be seemed 'forced'. 

There's another knock on the door, I stand up, Lisa and Jennie? I need another speech to convince them I am okay, then. 

Opening the door, I say, "I am fin-" 

Standing outside the door, is an out of breath Jungkook and the new model, Jisoo. 

"Hello," I greet politely as I hold the door, surprisingly, all of the anger, resentment, hurt Jungkook have caused doesn't spill out, it's pressed firmly in a locked box. 

Jisoo waves shyly as she giggles, but Jungkook's eyes lock on me, his boyish features suddenly older and serious, "Can we come in?" 

Not in a million years. Avoiding his gaze, I open the door wider, "Sure."

Chanyeol nods politely at Jungkook as they come in, they know each other but had never been close, he extends a hand to Jisoo, who shakes it politely before sitting beside Jungkook, her face a shade of pink. 

She like Chanyeol? 

"Please sit," Choosing a seat next to my stepbrother, I give Jisoo a small smile, "Hello, it's nice to see you."

The young model beams, "Me too, me too, so," Her gaze swifts to Jungkook then Chanyeol, "Is he your cousin?"

So she is interested. "No, he is my stepbrother, Park Chanyeol, executive director of Park Company."

"Oh, I see." She answers then we lapse into awkward silence. 

At the same time, Jungkook and I open our mouths:

"I-"

"I-"

His lips lift, somehow, watching him smiling only makes the fact that he had betrayed me clearer, "I, I am getting some drinks," Keeping my eyes on the floor, I hurry off and flee out of my own house.