Rosé or Roseanne?

CHAEYOUNG

Author's POV

Jimin types in 'Rosé Park'

Immediately, pictures of the model start popping up, staring at the girl with flowing blond hair and shiny eyes, Jimin is perplexed, before shoving the phone back to his pocket, "Rosé? Do you want me to carry those for you?"

She stops, then says without turning "Don't call me that."

"It's a cool name, look, ROSÉ, it's like a type of fancy perfume or something, how did you get that name?"

Letting out a noticeable piece of breath, she carries on walking, "Can't remember, what? Surprised by the expectation vs reality? You know, that kind of picture requires hours of styling and hours of editing and effects, I mean, you could marry a picture."

He laughs, "But you do have delicate features to start with."

"I did have. Now I look like a monkey."

"How are you a monkey? Don't be so self-conscious, you are more of a whale."

Annoyed, Rosé flings her bag at him, laughing, he runs to the stairs while shouting, "You are a whale! They are super cute!"

"I am going to kill you!" She chases after Jimin, who grins wider at the slight smile on Rosé's face.

"What are you doing?!" A woman in her late 30s storms out of her apartment, terrified of what she is seeing, "How can I sleep with you two making such a racket?"

"Use earplugs?" Jimin suggests.

Rosé can't help but smile, "I think that's meant to be a rhetorical question," Clearing her throat, she turns to the furious woman, "I am very sorry, madam. We will keep our noise down, sorry again for disturbing you."

"You better be!"

After the hard slam of the door, Jimin nudges Rosé, a little too hard, "Roseanne, the more I hang out with you, the more trouble I get into."

"Says the one who causes all the trouble."

"I-"

"And the one who did nothing to get himself out of it." Rosé's expression remains unchanged, but there's an evil glint in her eye.

"Can't believe you got a side like that, Roseanne," Jimin shakes his head, "Come on, I'll have to go home now."

He walks Rosé to her door and watches her disappear through the door, then he takes out his phone and texts someone:

Yo Jungkook, long time no see.

Rosé's POV

"Iced Americano for Roseanne, please."

The waiter pauses above his pad, "table?"

"27." Table number 27 is a seat by the window, with a stunning view of the Han river.

"Sure, Ms. Roseanne, would you mind sharing a table?"

"No problem."

I make my way to my table, there are already some stuff there, a half-drank coffee and neat piles of notes, but their owner is nowhere to be found. 

Sitting down, I catch sight of a kitten sticker at the top corner of a notebook, the corners of my lips raising. 

"Chaeyoung." Someone whispers next to my ear.

I flinch and whirl around, Jeon Jungkook's eyes are staring right back at me.

"Why are you here?"