Roseanne Park could be anything, anywhere, and anyone - sometimes, all three, all at once, on a good day. She might just be the second coming of Christ, if Christ were in stilted heels - YSL, if you please. And if she was smarter, wiser, and a possessor of copious amounts of self-preservation, she could've escaped - as though surviving a car crash - the unyielding intensity of Y/n Brambilla's gaze. She didn't expect much, when she accepted writing a song for the Formula 1 film. A bit blindsided, would be fairly apt. The trappings of that girl were rather peculiar - Taut muscles underneath half undone racing overalls, unbelievable eyes in between helmet slits, and my god, that tousled helmet hair that makes anyone go feral. If they aren't already. It was rather annoying. Roseanne thinks that she could probably write a dozen albums about her. Or The Formula 1 driver x Rosé romcom-ish fic that's birthed from her, coming to Miami grand prix. It's really just purely for self indulgence, if anything.

Once upon a time there is Y/n, L/n an kind, shy, beautiful smart girl who used to be an YouTuber and singer but she quits during her last performance on a concert. She doesn't want any fame but loves to enjoy herself around others and her family. Well that is when her life is starting to take over by her 9 step-sisters who isn't very friendly to you and moves in with you with your older cousin after your parents died in a car accident. Will your famous step-sisters ever be able to warm up with you?