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If I were you, I would just love me [⅓]

pairing: roseanne park × idol! reader

genre: fluff, mainly angst

about: Sometimes reality comes crashing down on you. Other times reality simply waits, patiently, for you to run out of the energy it takes to deny it.

a/n: This is part one of three, so there's more to come... wink wink. This fic is also mildly inspired by the book "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" (it's not an au or anything, I just borrowed some plot elements)

You're already packing your things and preparing to leave the meeting room when your phone buzzes with an incoming text message.

Chanmin (Manager): look what mina sent me haha

who knew one of the new yg girl likes ballads 🤣

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Furrowing your eyebrows, you sit back on the office chair and open the YouTube link your manager forwarded to you. You bite your thumbnail while waiting for the video to load, nervous suddenly. One of the new YG girls? You can only guess he's talking about a BLACKPINK member, considering the fact they were the newest girl group that debuted at the company.

The clip finally loads, and your heart skips a beat at the image. It's a short video from a recent episode of Running Men, with BLACKPINK making their first ever appearance as rookies.

The title reads, BLACKPINK Rosé admits she is the biggest fan of Sm Entertainment's Y/N L/N!

And sure enough, Rosé goes on to ramble about your most recent album and her favorite songs, even mentioning your upcoming drama, for almost three minutes straight.

"Ah, if there's one soloist I really wish to collaborate with, it's her," her eyes wide with excitement, "Even though she only debuted recently it really feels like she knows what she’s doing. I really respect her.."

Everyone in the room awww's and oooh's as Rosé cover her face with a giggle. The MC points at the camera and suggests: "Is there anything you'd like to tell her; in case she’s watching?"

"Y/N -unnie! Oh, I hope you're not actually watching this, I'm really embarrassed now..." she looks around the room as everyone erupts into laughter once again, "But-- yeah, I'm really looking forward to your next album and... I'll listen to it a lot when it comes! Just like I always do!"

The MC and her members all clap while still laughing, as the clip ends, and the conversation naturally flows to a different topic.

You only realize you're smiling once you hear the door open and see an intern walk in. "Ah, Ms. L/N, you're still here? Mina is already in the car waiting for you outside." she pauses once she catches a glance of your face, "Are you okay? You seem a lot cheerier than before."

Grabbing your things, you politely wave her off before heading for the door. "Oh, it's nothing. Everything is just fine."

×

You and Rosé immediately hit it off-- after you get in touch with her using the phone number another idol in your agency gave you and arrange a few meetups, it feels as if you've known each other for ages.

She's so easygoing and easy to talk to that you never struggle to find topics for discussion. This, however, often gets out of control when you stay up until early morning hours to text each other despite having busy schedules the next day. Even now, sitting on a chair in the hairstylists trailer on the set of your drama, you find yourself typing replies to her endless text messages.

R: oh my god yes

: that's what i said as well but no one agreed with me!!!

: we have to eat it together pleaseeee i need to have it with someone who shares my superior taste 🙄 lisa cant relate

Y/N: haha yes we do!!

: tteokbokki is literally my comfort food i dont understand how some ppl dont like it...

R: what about tonight?

: :)

: at my place?

Y/N: i finish pretty late tonight :(( I dont want you to have to stay up for me

R: no its okay I'll wait

: you can stay overnight

: if you want?

Y/N: are you sure?

R: yes 100%

Y/N: haha okay then i'll be there

"Close your eyes please," your hairstylist interrupts your train if thought as she shakes a bottle of finishing spray, ready to send you off for filming. You do as you're told, but your mind is stuck elsewhere. This would be the first time you'd get to see Rosé's apartment, and you were rather curious.

"Okay, you're all done." she runs a comb through your hair one last time, "come back at 1 PM please, I need to re-do your hair for the lake scene. Okay?"

You nod, getting out of the seat and mindlessly grabbing your script from the vanity. Throughout filming and the remainder of the day, your thoughts are scatter all over but always manage to circle back to a certain someone, no matter how much you try to focus on your role.

"And... Cut! Everyone pack up for the day." the director shouts and the dimmed set is immediately lit up by halogen lights. You squint your eyes and politely smile at your co-star, pulling away from his embrace. The romantic scene you were currently shooting involved your characters sitting on a picnic blanket, watching shooting starts.

You didn’t mind shooting intimate scenes, but this time you felt detached from your character no matter how much you tried to focus. You could barely look into your co-stars eyes without zoning out—it was almost embarrassing.  

You know your performance today wasn't the best, and it seem the director noticed as well: "Y/N? Can I talk to you for a second?"

You waddle along to his seat behind the camera, while putting on a robe cover-up one of the interns handed to you. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to check in to make sure you're okay. You seem really distracted today,"

"Ah," you nod, "I think it's just the exhaustion getting to me. I'll snap out of it over the weekend, I promise."

He purses his lips, as if he was trying to make himself believe you, "I trust you and I know you’re a great actress,  but please make sure to focus on your work only while on set, okay?"

Once you nod, he continues: "Great, now go home and rest. I'll see you Monday."

You quickly get changed and pack all your things, not bothering to take off your makeup. You grab your phone to call an Uber, only pausing to check the time. 23:16.

For a moment you consider just going home instead. Was Rosé even still awake? Maybe the whole thing would be awkward and uncomfortable and weird...

Before you can think any further, a new message pops up on the top of your screen.

R: are we still on for dinner tonight? :)

You bite your lip and type up a reply.

Y/N: yes i'm on my way :)

R: i'll be waiting! x

Rosé buzzes you in her apartment building and tells you to go to the third floor. Her front door swings open before you even have time to knock, "Y/N!" she pulls you into a hug with the biggest grin on her face.

"How was filming?" the heavy wooden door closes after you two and its only now that you realize you're in her apartment --her private and sacred space-- for the first time ever. It's big and airy, with dark wooden floors and cream colored walls, with plant pots hanging from the ceiling and nestled in every corner.

"Your home is gorgeous." you cant stop looking around as she leads you down the hallway.

You can sense she’s blushing without even having to look at her face, "Ah, thank you. It's good to have my own place for once."

When you finally reach the joint kitchen and living room, she points to the luxurious looking sofa, nudging you to sit down: "So, I know I said we could cook tteokbokki together but I thought you might be too tired, since you had a busy day of filming."

You open your mouth to reassure her that it's okay and you don't mind, when she turns around, holding two bowls.

"I thought it would be easier if I just made it myself," Rosé startles when she sees your face, "Gosh, I hope you're not angry... Y/N, I promise I'm a good cook!"

You shake your head and laugh, taking one of the bowls from her hand.

"No no no Rosie, I'm not angry. I-" you glance at her, "You're too nice to me."

Rosé sits on the couch next to you and lightly puts her hand on your shoulder, "You deserve for everyone to be at least as nice to you as I am."

Suddenly overly aware of the closeness of your bodies and the warmth of her hand on your skin, you swallow dryly. "Yeah."

Her gaze slips from your eyes down below and your breath hitches in your throat. The room is deadly silent, her perfume sweet and her hair frames her face like a painting.

Suddenly a jolt of pain jolts you awake, and you pull away, your skin burning. Rosé pulls away, just as surprised as you are.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” She gasps when she notices the fresh stain on your blouse, sauce still dripping over the brim of her bowl and onto the floor.

“Ugh, I’m such a klutz,” Rosé stands up and reaches for a box of tissues on the toffee table. After wiping the floor, she grabs the dirty bowl and swiftly slips out of the room. She returns soon after, with a wet towel in her hand.

“Ah, no that’s okay,” you start putting your palms up to stop her, “Please don’t worry about it.”

Rosie shakes her head: “Nonsense, this is all my fault. Let me help you.”

You realize there’s no point in arguing and so you let her press the damp towel onto the fabric of your top. She’s so close you can feel the warmth of her beath brush against your neck, her fingers brushing against your collarbone as she gently wipes the fabric.

You notice that she furrows her brows and bites her bottom lip when focused on a task. Why do I know that? Stop staring at her so profusely, you think and force yourself to turn away and glare at the vase of flowers on her TV stand instead. Who got her those? Did she buy them themselves or were they a gift from someone? A boyfriend? Or a..

Before you let yourself wonder any further, Rosé puts her hand on your thigh for support and stands up from the floor. “I did my best but I think it would be better to put it in the laundry right now while it’s still wet. You can change into one of my shirts in the meantime, if you’d like?”

You nod, “I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much of a bother.”

Rosé playfully rolls her eyes and pulls you up from the couch, “Come on, I’ll show you my closet. And you don’t have to be so formal with me all the time, we’re friends aren’t we?”

She guides you to the other side of the apartment and towards her bedroom. You feel shy all of a sudden, realizing that you’re entering even further into her private space.

Her bedroom is decorated in shades of gray and smells of coconut air freshener. Rosé has you sit at the edge of her bed while she searches through her closet. You carefully lean against the freshly washed bedsheets and look around the room. You see pictures of her and her members framed on her vanity and hung all around the walls. You notice a collection of vinyl records on one of the shelves, alongside a few copies of your albums. You feel oddly flattered, She really wasn’t lying when she said she was a fan, huh?

“Here you go,” she smiles while handing you a folded shirt, “This should do for now. I’ll put your blouse in the laundry and make sure the tteokbokki it doesn’t leave a permanent stain.”

It takes you a second to realize that she’s expecting you to change right here and now, in front of her. You feel stupid asking her to leave her own bedroom so you could change, so you bite down your timidness and reach for the buttons on the shirt. Only after you unbutton the first three does Rosé inhale sharply and turn around, heat rising in her cheeks. She pointlessly shuffles through a drawer in her vanity, pretending to look for something. You quickly slip on the t-shirt she gave you (oversized with a band graphic on the front) and hand her the blouse: “Thank you so much, Rosie. You really don’t have to do this.”

Rosé finally turns around, her eyes soft when they meet yours, “Yes I do.”

×

You show up to work next week just like you did all the previous months of filming, but your hearts not really in it. For the first time in almost your entire career, you struggle to connect with your character, either forget your lines or can’t deliver them properly. After the third failed retake of the same scene, the director yells “Cut!” and you grab your robe from one of the interns with a bit too much vigor before hurrying to your trailer.

Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you? you scold yourself as you pace around the room. Failure, or even mediocrity, are things you weren’t familiar with. You always excelled at everything you tried from the get-go in an almost effortless manner. What were you doing wrong?

You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out what it was that had been throwing you off your game recently, what sort of distraction has been on your mind so much that you couldn’t manage to focus on anything else…

There it was, the answer, as bright as day. Rosé. Somehow, you found it increasingly difficult to forget her laugh, mannerisms, the warmth of her skin against yours. You couldn’t even take the blouse you washed at her apartment from the bottom of your drawer—it smelled so much like her it became almost unbearable.

You swallow dryly at the realization. Whatever these... feelings you were experiencing meant, they weren’t doing you any good and only posed a threat to your career: which has always been something you valued over anything else. I’ll get over this. I need to get over this.

Taking a deep breath to center yourself, you walk back on set and towards the directors chair.

“Y/N?” he looks up from the pile of documents he’s reading through, surprised at the amount of determination written on your face, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m ready to do the scene again,” you tell him, “Properly this time.”

He hesitates, “Are you sure? I don’t mind if you need some more time to run over the lines or—”

“No,” giving him your most convincing smile, you gently shake your head. “I’m all ready.”

You know you did a good-enough job of faking confidence when he reciprocates your grin and calls for the staff to prepare the set again: you were an actress after all.

×

The next few days pass by in a blur. You manage to block out everything and solely focus on your role—pushing to film long after the director suggests to take a break or going over the script until early morning hours. You even try out a few of the things he suggested when you first started filming, such as spending more time outside of work with your co-star Eunwoo to “improve your chemistry on-screen”.

Eunwoo was conventionally attractive and a fan favorite, you knew that, but you still found yourself struggling trying to replicate any sort of organic attraction to him on set. But who’s to say a few friendly hang outs can’t fix that? You two arranged to go out for dinner a few times after work, dates which you can’t say you didn’t enjoy, but which arguably didn’t do much to improve your chemistry or make you want to rip his clothes off.

Additionally, you had to ignore the articles that popped up in all local tabloids the morning after every single one of your dinners. “Co-stars from an upcoming romantic drama, Y/N L/N and Cha Eunwoo, seen at a romantic dinner late last night—maybe art truly imitates life after all?”

Seeing another one of these pop up on your news feed made your stomach twist every day, but when Eunwoo asked to see another movie tomorrow night, you didn’t refuse.

You couldn’t let yourself think about the reason why you threw yourself into work so completely, what, or who, made you fill your schedule with appointments and meetings in an effort to keep your mind busy enough to push her to the brim. You had been ignoring Rosé’s messages and not returning her calls for at least a week now, and every time you saw her face plastered on a magazine or billboard, you felt your heart sink further into your chest.

It was a Saturday morning when, one of your few days off in a while, when you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing on your nightstand. Barely pulling the sleeping mask off your face, you grabbed the device and picked up without bothering to read the callers ID. “Yes?”

“Y/N?” the sound of the voice on the other side of the line gave you goosebumps, “It’s Rosie.”

“I know,” your morning voice is still raspy, but you feel more awake than ever, “Are you okay? What happened? Why are you calling so early?”

“Early? It’s 10:30 AM… were you still asleep?” you can almost hear the smile forming on her lips.

“No! No, I wasn’t,” you sit up from your bed and walk around the room, too nervous to stay still, “So what’s up?”

“Oh, right. I have a lunch reservation for 1 PM and Lisa cancelled on me so I was wondering if you’d like to join. I would have texted instead of calling but…” you had been ignoring me like the plague, her voice trails off with the words left unsaid hanging between you two.

You try to come up with an excuse on the spot, your brain still not fully awake and functioning. “When did you say it was for? 13:00?”

“Yes,” her voice is soft and quiet, almost shy. After pondering on the thought for a moment too long, you sigh: “I’ll be there—just text me the address.

After overthinking what to wear, how to style your hair and which lipstick shade matches your skin tint better for hours to no end, you finally arrive at the restaurant Rosé suggested. You walk through the café into the back garden, the black sunglasses sitting at the bottom of your nose bridge doing very little to conceal your identity. You find Rosé sitting at a table for two positioned under a cherry blossom tree. The summer dress she’s wearing makes her look even more breathtaking than usual and her newly bleached hair shines like a halo in the sunlight. You feel a tug in your chest and seriously contemplate just turning around and going home when she spots you walk in and waves you over to the table.

“Hi, sorry I’m a bit late.” you begin to apologize as she pulls you into a hug, the scent of her perfume you tried so hard to forget hits you like a brick.

Rosie just shakes her head and smiles, ever so forgiving. Both of you order a meal and a drink and then she goes on about her newest project. She mentions how excited she is for your drama and how you and Eunwoo make such a lovely couple (a statement that makes you choke on your lemonade, but which you decide not to disprove, for whatever reason).

You only chirp in when she directly asks you a question, otherwise concentrating all of your energy on not gawking at her like a creep for minutes at a time—a task which you find increasingly more difficult. Instead, you make yourself look around the restaurant, take a sip of your drink and a bite of your food every now and then, all while ignoring the heat in your cheeks and your uneven heartbeat.

Somehow, you manage to get through the lunch without any casualties and insist on paying for Rosé’s meal.

“Let me just ask my manager to come pick me up,” she grabs her phone and starts typing a text message.

Feeling bad for being such bad company throughout the meal, you force yourself to offer her a ride, “I could just drive you; my car is parked out front.”

She looks absolutely delighted, but only agrees after you’ve reassured her that its “absolutely no bother” about a million times.

If you found the lunch a bit uncomfortable, then the drive home is absolutely unbearable.

You both stay silent the whole time, and the radio playing quietly in the background does very little to break up toe awkward atmosphere.

It is only after you stop in front of her apartment building that Rosé turns to you, her face drained of any color whatsoever. “Y/N, I wasn’t going to say anything but… I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I understand that you’re upset with me. I—you’re one of my closest friends and I know it’s a bit ridiculous because we only met a few months ago...” she takes a deep breath and looks up, her eyes glossy with tears, “What I’m trying to say is, I really care about you. More than I’ve cared about anyone before. I don’t want to lose you so if I did something to upset you then please tell me. If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, I understand and I’ll just..”

Your heart breaks as you watch her hands shake and eyes pool with tears. All this time you only thought about what would be best for you and what would make you the most comfortable—and for the meantime, that meant shoving your feelings deep inside instead of facing them head-on. It’s only now that you realize that’s how people get hurt: people you weren’t willing to hurt in order to stay blissfully ignorant.

“I’m not dating Eunwoo.” you cut in.

Rosé stares at you, taken aback, “You’re not? But why did you—”

“I just didn’t really want to delve into that.” You fiddle with your bracelet nervously.

“So you don’t like him? At all?”

You swallow dryly and shake your head: “No. I never liked him like that. I don’t… I don’t think I’m capable of liking anyone like him in that way.”

Her mouth hangs open as she stiffens in her seat, “Y/N..”

Without letting yourself think too much about your actions or their consequences, you reach over the center console and kiss her. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of champagne. Your mind feels perfectly clear for the first time in weeks—and yet the only thing you can manage to think about is Rosé. Her lips on yours, the scent of her perfume that still doesn’t fail to make you feel dizzy and the fact that she’s kissing you back.

Rosé puts her hands on your cheeks to pull you closer, the feeling of her skin sending shivers down your spine. She only phe pulls away at the sound of her phone ringing with an incoming call, her lipstick all messed up.

“Eunwoo is definitely out of the picture?” she smiles sheepishly.

You giggle, grabbing a tissue from your purse to fix her makeup, “He was never in it to begin with.”

She declines the call before putting her hand on the door handle, “That was my manager—I really have to go now but I’ll call you later?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Rosé gives you a quick peck on the lips before slipping out the car. You watch her turn around when she reaches her front door, waving at you wildly as she disappears inside. And now, the heavy feeling in your chest returns, but for a completely different reason.

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Jennie at VMAs

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OMG HEYYYYYYY miss u 🥹💞

hi love!! i miss being on here too 😫 i hope you're well?

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hi🥹🥹🥹 r u still there??

i am :)

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c’est la vie

requested: yes (many different requests put together)

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: a shit ton of angst, fluff ending 

contents: band!au, (kind of) celebrities!au, rivals to lovers, guitarist!rosé, guitarist!y/n, they’re honestly so in love, featuring jennie, jisoo, lisa, twice’s mina, skz’s han + chan, bts’s jeongguk, nct’s johnny + jaehyun. READ THIS FOR BAND CONTEXT

warnings: mentions of smoking

synopsis: It’s been 8 years since your legendary rivalry with L0VES1CK’s Park Chaeyoung began, and yet, she doesn’t seem to hate you any less. But maybe, with the right turn of events, both of you will learn that the line between love and hate is far thinner than you think.

a/n: IF THIS FLOPS I AM GOING TO FUCKING DEACTIVATE /HJ

listen to: all my friends are turning blue by loren, you stupid bitch by girl in red, love me or leave me by day6, slump by stray kids

word count: 12.2k

Park Chaeyoung hates that she can smell the smoke that clings to her clothing, even as she sings her heart out on stage with her hands moving restlessly on her beloved guitar.

This is her favorite place. The water that Lisa sprays into the crowd splashes onto her as well and glistens in her hair like beads sculpted of diamond, and she can hear Mina going hard on the drums behind her, Chan matching her energy on his electric guitar. Jaehyun backs Chaeyoung up when she misses the occasional lyric, holding her mic out to the crowd with a huge grin on her face.

And yet, the salty sting of sweat and the sweet hairspray that lingers on her doesn’t manage to disguise the cigarette box sitting in her pocket and the lighter one inch away from crashing onto the ground and setting the whole stage on fire.

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omg don’t worry, i just hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself as best you can! your pieces are so comforting and i always revisit them, just thought you should know that people still enjoy them 💓

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j.n.

love the way you lie; x

r.s.

matchmaker; one / two

if i were you, i would just love me; one / two / three

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i know it's no matchmaker pt.2 but i'm doing my best haha and aw 🥺 im glad!!

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MATCHMAKER pt.1

pairing: roseanne park × fem! reader

genre: fluff, angst

about:

matchmaker /ˈmatʃmeɪkə/

noun

a person who arranges marriages or initiates romantic relationships between others.

"an enthusiastic matchmaker who continually tried to pair off the difficult bachelor with unattached ladies"

a/n: i'm back!!! hehe this goddamn thing took so long to write, i both despise and adore it with every fibre of my being. enjoy my blood, sweat and tears in the form of a fic.

You loved your job. Very few people are lucky enough to be able to relate to that statement, and you were thankfully one of them. Hell, not only did you love your job, you were extremely good at it.

Since you were a little kid, writing nas always been your biggest passion. Wether it was writing short stories, poems or essays about the french revolution, you were always happy when you were able to put your feelings and thoughts onto paper. This was the main reason why you became the manager of your local newspaper during middle school, high school and eventually even university.

You've won multiple writing contests and even people who had no idea what your name was knew one thing about you: you were an amazing writer.

Years of practice, your impeccable set of skills and a recommendation letter from your university professor secured you a job at Vogue almost immediately. After all this hard work, you finally achieved everything you were looking for. You were truly happy.

Until this very moment.

"Well, I don't know," the woman sitting in front of you made a disgusted grimace, "it just lacks any emotion whatsoever. I've quite literally never read something so stiff and akward."

And here they were. The first words of criticism you have ever recieved. You were so used to everyone praising your work, you didn't know how to react or respond.

Three months ago, you would have never gotten into a similar situation: simply because there was nothing about your work to critize. But a lot has changed in the past few weeks, and not exactly in the good kind of way.

When you first joined Vogue, you were the head editor and journalist of the spread dedicated almost entirely to interviews. Thats what you did, talked to celebrities and wrote about them. And that's what you were good at, almost too good.

Just a year after working in the magazine you got promoted. You were still the head editor, but now of a completely different part of the journal: one dedicated to a single topic. Love. This was bad news, very bad news.

Why, you ask? The reason was fairly simple but no less embarrassing. Even as the head editor of a spread all about love, you've never experienced it yourself. In other words, you've never been in love. And how are you supposed to write about something you know nothing about?

Your boss looks at you and shakes her head. She reaches for the stack of papers on the table in front of her and starts reading, "For example; 'His lips brushed against mine. They were soft. The kiss was short but sweet. I loved it.' What the actual heck? I kiss my cat more passionately than this." she took off her glasses and started massaging the crook of her nose.

"Listen, Y/N, I've read your previous pieces and they were simply wonderful. But this? I don't even know what else to say without hurting your feelings."

"I'm so sorry. I know, it's just that I dont have much experience in said area." you don't finish the sentence, hoping she somehow gets the memo. She doesn't.

"What area?"

"Love. I dont have much experience with love." you blurt out the words that have been on your mind nonstop since the day of your promotion.

"Oh, you poor thing" she leans back in her chair, her eyes scanning your every move, "Isn't that unfortunate."

You nod your head slowly, trying not to get offended at her words full of pity.

"How are you supposed to write romance stories then? This won't work." the woman grabs a post-it note

"Are," your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, "Are you firing me?"

"Are you crazy? Of course I'm not," she hands you the piece of paper with a phone number, "We just have to improvise for the time being. Do you know Roseanne Park? She's the manager of our Matchmaker spread. You can be her assistant for the next few months, help her around, learn a thing or two. Hopefully your writing wont be so...bland after."

To be completely honest, you didn't handle changes well. Maybe that's why you were standing in front of your new, and hopefully temporary, bosses office, trying to build up the courage to knock on her door.

One of the reasons why you were so nervous was that Roseanne Park, the manager of the Vogue Matchmaker was insanely attractive. Admittedly, you did some online stalking the night before- okay, a lot of it. Here's the thing; you were a planner. Whether it came to your career, writing or even relationships, you liked to beprepared.

That's why after a few hours spent on the internet, you knew everything. The name of her sister (Alice Park), if the had a pet (yes, a fish named Joohwangie) and who her favorite band was (The 1975).

You weren't usually like this, so head over heels for a girl you haven't even met. But your writing, the reason you were here in the first place, didn't usually suck so after all, some things really do change easily.

Just as you reached for the dark wooden door in front of you, it opened before your hand could even touch it's sleek surface.

"Oh!" the tall woman stopped in her tracks. Thanks to your thorough internet digging, you instantly recognized her. Roseanne Park. Your new boss. A 'matchmaker' if you will.

"You must be Y/N! I've heard that you're going to be my assistant for a bit." your cheeks heated up for no apparent reason. Did she know the reason why you got transferred here so quickly? Every molecule in your body wished and prayed to every possible god out there that she didn't.

"Yeah, that's me!" you finally composed yourself enough to speak, but that didn't mean your voice didn't sound like one of a twelve year old boy going through puberty- high pitched and squeaky.

You examined her face more in depth, and realized quite a few things:

She was somehow even prettier in real life. How? you had no idea. Some people just really won the genetics lottery, you thought.

Her hair was red. Like undeniably, undoubtedly red. In all of the pictures you found yesterday it was either brown or black, so this change caught you off guard. You couldn't complain though, because this girl looked like a hotter version of Ariel with a much better sense in fashion (and music).

"Have you been standing out here for too long?"

"Oh no, I just arrived." lying has never been so easy.

"Great! I'm gonna go downstairs to grab a package but you can look around the office while I'm gone," she opened the door a bit to let you walk in.

You did as she told you and entered the room. The door closed behind you without you noticing, the only thing you could focus on was this girl's office. It looked just like you would imagine heaven to look like- full of light, white furniture and expensive looking leather couches.

There were pictures everywhere: a dozen of four young girls (one of them being Roseanne), a few more of her with famous celebrities and one of a familiar looking face- her sister.

You carefully walked towards the table in the middle of the room, not wanting to damage anything. You noticed quite a bit of unexpected clutter, and above everything a print of the brand new Vogue issue. A woman on the cover flashed you a beautiful smile as you picked it up. The headline stated: Kim Jisoo talks acting, NYFW and love.

You flipped the glossy magazine pages to find the spread dedicated to said interview and noticed just what you were looking for: the author of the article. The credits at the bottom of the page revealed a nice surprise- Author; Roseanne Park.

"Well what do you think? Is it a good article?" your soul almost left your body when you realized who was standing next to you. You quickly put the magazine down, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to touch your stuff. I just saw the cover and..."

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding? That's completely okay, I don't mind." she pointed to the journal, "That interview is actually one of the favorite pieces I ever wrote, and not just because it's about Jisoo. Plus, my friend took the pictures, so it was extra fun." She opened the spread again and pointed to a name credited right next to hers, Photographer; Lalisa Manoban.

"Oh wow. I've seen her pictures before, they're really good. I with I could take photos like that. Seriously."

Here's one thing to note: when you're nervous, you ramble. Like a lot. Some people would say its better than staying silent, but let's be honest- it's like stepping into a puddle instead of mud. Not a disaster, but there's still plenty to complain about.

Thankfully, Roseanne only giggled, "I know exactly what you mean. I hope you'll get to work with her someday."

You both stared at the magazine spread for a second before Roseanne broke the silence.

"But now, let's get to bussines. Sit down please, this might take a while," she pointed tkwards one of the leather couches you noticed earlier and took a seat at the other side of the table.

"So, as you probably already know, my name is Roseanne Park. As a manager of Matchmaker, my job is to read these letters," she grabben a handful of papers for emphasis, "and respond to them, give advixe basically. The title 'Matchmaker' comes from the fact that the majority of the letters talk about love. Any questions so far?"

When you shook your head no, she continued, "As my assistant, your job is fairly simple. You're going to sort and read through the hundreds of letters I recieve weekly and pick the most interesting ones for me to feature. And occasionally, you might accompany me to a few interviews. Sounds good?"

You slowly nodded, processing all the new information. Letters, answers, interviews and a hot boss. That doesn't sound so bad.

"Great. So Y/N," she suddenly stood up, "Would you mind going with me to Subway? I'm starving."

By the time you were finished with lunch, you had a new point to add to your list of realizations about your new boss:

She loves food, and by loves I mean LOVES.

The moment you arrived at the restaurant, food was the only thing she would talk about. She told you about what she had for dinner and breakfast, what kind of snacks she hid in the office and what kind of salad she was getting alongside a baguette.

After she actually managed to get a bit of calories into her system (thanks to a foot-long chicken turkey sandwich) the conversation finally got more interesting.

Don't get me wrong, you could listen to this girl talk for hours, no matter the topic. But after listening to a thirty minute long monologue about why pineapple pizza is the best thing ever invented, even you have reached your limit.

"So," you start, in an effort to break the ice, "how long have you been working at Vogue?"

She squints at the toast in front of her, trying to remember, "About five years? Yeah, it's gonna be five years in May."

"Oh wow, that's impressive."

She tilts her head, "Is it? I mean, when you work as often as I do, time just goes by. I don't even remember the last time I went out with my friends to discuss something that wasn't work related."

You pout, regretting the choice to ask her about work.

"But at the same time, I love what I do so I can't really complain. What about you though? Why did you decide to become a journalist?"

"Oh, I started just a year ago. And I studied literature, so I guess becoming a journalist made sense."

"Why did you study literature then? There's so many other better paying jobs out there."

"I don't think anyone works in such a field for money, that's for sure," you try to lighten the atmosphere, "Well, my mom wanted to become a writer, but she got pregnant before she could finish her book and she's been pretty much busy ever since. I guess her love for books kind of rubbed off on me."

Roseanne nods, to let you know she's listening. "I'm glad you and your mom have such an important aspect of your lives in common. My mother wanted me to become a lawyer, I doubt she's ever read even a single fiction book in her entire life."

"What does she think about your job now?"

Her lips tighten and she crosses her arms. "I don't know. I haven't talked to her since," her eyes seem empty, their signature spark gone. You can tell you struck a nerve. "I haven't talked to her since I moved out."

"Well, I'm sure that she's proud of you," you can't help but add.

Rosie lets out a dry laugh, "You don't know my mother then," she slowly pushes her plate away, "I think I'm full so I'm gonna head back to the office."

Sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut. You learned this the hard way.

You head back after your lunch break ends, alone. Even though Roseanne walked you through everything she expects you to help around with, you know that your job doesn't start and end with sorting through letters.

You softly knock on the office door before heading in. She's already sitting there, behind her desk. Without looking up from her laptop, she scoffs, "You're late."

"It's just five minutes," you shrug, not taking her tone seriously. Finally, she raises her sight to meet yours. Even without her saying anything, you understand. Do not play around with fire.

You mumble an apology and quickly run to the small hallway at the other side of the room which leads to your own (significantly smaller) office.

"What makes you think I'm done?" Turning around, you notice that her eyes are piercing through your back. Unsure of what she expects you to do, you walk back in front of her.

"While you were out there doing god knows what for two hours," you resist the urge to roll your eyes, "I already did your job and sorted through the letters. You're welcome."

She walks around the table and pushes a thick stack of papers against your chest, "That means you'll be doing my job and write replies to them. Can you handle that?"

You try not to show her how terrified you are. You? Giving relationship advice? Sounds like a recipe for a royal disaster. Instead, you rise your chin and smile, "Yes ma'am."

She visibly winces at the formal title, but still nods and returns to her seat. You take this as a sign to head back to your spot and do your job. Well, her job for now.

You sit down calmly and shuffle through the papers, trying not to look too freaked out. What the heck are you going to do now?

A quick peek at your boss reveals that she's either busy with work or just flat out ignoring you.

Trying to remain collected, you pick out the top letter from the pile. The first paragraph reads:

Hi Rosie! I'm a huge fan of your Matchmaker spread :) I never thought I'd be the one writing you a message but here we are hahaha. (Let's hope this gets featured!)

You roll your eyes but continue reading,

Me and my boyfriend have been dating for just about two months and I would describe our relationship as 'lowkey'. We first met at a bar a last year but we surprisingly didn't immediately hit it off.

With a raised eyebrow you skip over a page full of sappy descriptions and relationship stories, before getting to the end of the letter.

So what should I do? He's really sweet but I'm not sure if I'm ready to meet his family just yet.... please help! Love, Courtney.

You fold the paper back to it's original state with a quiet gulp. What on earth did you get yourself into?

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love the way you lie

pairing: jennie kim × fem! reader

genre: angst

about: “Even though it feels like I’m dying, even though there’s no hope in you coming back, even though you are looking somewhere else, I don’t think that I can let you go.”

4.5.2019

"Well, this is awkward."

Your gaze shifted from your own mirror reflection to the one belonging to a woman standing beside you. You were in the bathroom fixing up your makeup, and definitely not hiding from anyone or anything.

"Oh," you didn't know what to say, where to look, what to do, "hey."

The woman walked closer to the sink and broke their eye contact. "You missed the ceremony."

"Yeah, sorry. The traffic was crazy today." your hands were trembling like crazy, and your voice was shaky.

"I can imagine," a dry laugh filled the small bathroom.

You both went silent for a moment, neither of you knew what to say. It's been a while since you were both in the same room, alone. The days when you were closer than sisters were long gone. Now, you were no more than strangers.

×

3.9.2012

The door to the dorm room slowly opened. You walked in and closed the door beside her with a simple push. You noticed someone on the already occupied bed but chose to put all the moving boxes you were carrying down first. Dusting off your jeans, you finally turned to the person (your roommate?) you noticed earlier. Correction: people you noticed earlier.

Two girls were lying on one of the beds, basically on top of each other, making out. Shocked at the sight of a porn opening happening right before your eyes, in your brand new dorm room, you turned around to leave.

The sound of the door opening made the couple finally separate and notice the terrified and guilty looking woman standing in the doorway.

The black-haired girl jumped off the bed and away from her partner.

"I'm so sorry," her voice was thin with embarrassment. She nudged the girl she was so eagerly kissing just a minute ago, "Lisa, would you mind?"

The blonde finally got the memo and got up. "Oh my god! Of course," her voice was an octave higher than it should have been, but she still radiated confidence and beauty. She walked towards the door and stopped just in front of you.

"I'm Lisa," she reached out to shake your hand, but quickly dropped it when you didn't react. "See you around."

And just like that, the two of you were left alone for the very first time.

×

4.5.2019

Staring at the sink, you examined every single scar, scratch or drop of water. A wave of memories hit you. How the two of you would spend every single second of their lives together, how you used to share every aspect, every detail with one another. You didn't miss objects, you only missed people. One person, to be exact.

You almost forgot the other woman was in the room until she cleared her throat to get her attention.

"Y/N," just this simple word sent shivers running down your spine. This girl owned every aspect of you, you were in her power but she seemed not to realize.

You looked up at the woman, against your own will, and your eyes met. She broke your heart, not the other way around, you thought, don't feel guilty.

Still, when you saw the look on her face, she couldn't help but wonder. Did she regret her choice? Any of them by that matter. You almost opened her mouth to ask, but the other woman spoke first.

×

14.6.2016

"I can't believe we're finally graduating," a sigh full of nostalgia escaped your lips.

"I can," your roommate replied, "Those were the worst four years of my life."

Rolling your eyes, you poked her hip, "Stop being so grumpy. You're going to miss all of this in a few years, I promise."

"Me? Miss? College? Never," the girl continued packing her clothed in a cardboard box, but still added, "The only thing I'm going to miss is you."

"Hey, why would you miss me? I'm not going anywhere."

You felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and reached out and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you promise?" her voice was filled with sorrow and gloom.

"I promise," you replied, just before your lips met.

×

4.5.2019

"I like your new hair color. It really suits you."

You couldn't help but feel disappointed. You didn't know what you expected, really. A confession of undying love? This wasn't a romantic drama; this was real life. Your life. In other words, a tragedy.

Still, you forced herself to smile and reply, "I'm glad you like it."

And even add, "I'm so happy for you."

×

11.2.2017

The raindrops were hitting hard and fast against the window. The sky was grey and dark, the temperature in the whole room felt to be lower than it actually was.

"Y/N, just hear me out,"

"What is there to hear out? You don't have feelings for me, got it." your voice was bitter and thick with regret.

"People fall out of love, it happens." the woman seemed calm and collected, but the look on her face said otherwise, "I'm really sorry, but you deserve to know the truth."

"Is that the truth then? That you don't love me?" you looked up to meet her eyes, heart racing, "Say it."

You lowered your sight and stared at the other girl's palms. You waited and waited. Until finally.

"I don't," the moment she opened her mouth, her hands stormed up to fiddle with her long black hair, "I don't love you."

You wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. You knew the other woman too well. The only time she ever played with her hair was when she wasn't saying the truth.

×

4.5.2019

She smiled, "Thank you, it means a lot. I still can't believe this is my wedding day."

"Neither can I."

The woman took a deep breath before saying, "You will fall in love again, I know it."

No, I won't. How could I? How could I ever love someone as much as I love you? You felt betrayed strangely.

You weren't strong enough to tell her, to vocalize everything you felt on the inside. Still, you mustered up the courage to ask one last question, "Jennie, are you happy with him?"

The other woman smiled, "Of course I am, Y/N. I just married him."

Her fingers didn't come anywhere near the tips of her hair.

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I actually don't, but I could maybe make one (or post some faq) if you'd be interested?? Also feel free to ask any questions!! :)))