PLUS ONE (Rosé X Male Reader)

You were sixteen when you met her. She was fifteen, three months off a plane from Melbourne, crying through a Korean class she couldn't pass. You were the kid from Koreatown who sat down next to her and explained the grammar point.

She became Rosé. You got cut.

Fourteen years later you're a soloist and an actor with a cabinet full of trophies and thirty-one million people following you - and you are still the name on the second line of every invitation she gets. Her plus-one. The seat next to hers. Her fans have called the two of you 1+1 since 2017: wherever she is, you come free.

You've been in love with her since a bench by the river in 2014. You have never said it. What you've said instead - four times now, about four different men - is he's a good guy. Give him a chance.

Then your label needs an album. And she tells you about the fourth one.

So for the first time in your life, you write down what's actually true.

It comes out on a Friday at six. By Saturday, the whole country wants to know who she is.

She's the only one still laughing about it.