Warning: It's boring af, but ya'll deserve some fluff after all the angst I've published. Warning: some indication of a possible disorder. 

Rosé's POV

I look around the bright art exhibit, I notice that there's a decent amount of people today which means more chances for my pieces to get bought by someone. 

I spend the next half an hour walking around, drinking cheap wine and occasionally chatting with some prospect buyers, unfortunately the exhibit is closing soon, and no one has bought any of my work yet. 

I decided to stand next to the table that had the snacks and drinks, I got tired of walking around already and was ready to call it a night, that was until a very excited Anne approached me. 

Anne: "so, guess what?"

Rosé: "What?"

She rolls her eyes at my refusal to cooperate with her little game.

Anne: "someone just bought two of your pieces!" 

My eyes widen in joy, just when I thought I was going home empty handed tonight this God sent person bought not only 1 but 2 of my pieces.

We both squeal in excitement. 

Anne: "And she's paying in cash so, you'll get your payout right away" 

My smile widens even more. 

Anne grabs my wrist and pulls me with her. 

Anne: "c'mon let me introduce you to her" 

She basically runs towards where my paintings were, a woman closely examining them, she had a wine glass in her hand, but it seems untouched- like she hasn't taken any sip of it. She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater dress and a dark colored coat. 

"I'll buy this one too, Anne" the stranger spoke feeling her arrival beside her but as she finally turns to look at Anne, she looks slightly taken aback by my presence. 

Anne: "that's great! By the way, y/n this is Roseanne, she's the artist."

I clear my throat reaching a handout for a handshake which she accepted, we shook hands briefly. 

Y/n: "it's nice to meet you, your paintings are beautiful" she says with a monotone. 

Rosé: "thank you for buying them" I briefly respond, a little intimidated by her presence. She said they're beautiful, but her facial expression doesn't really show that, I mean- not even a smile or anything.

Y/n: "the pleasure's mine, Roseanne" she says with the same tone. Despite the unexpressive tone, hearing her say my name made my heart flutter for some reason. 

I watch her closely as her eyes continues to wonder on my paintings, her unoccupied hands kept on tugging at her shirt trying to straighten it.  

Anne cuts in as the comfortable silence takes over. 

Anne: "Ms. y/l/n, please, follow me this way so we can arrange everything" she guides y/n where she has to make the payment and to arrange the logistics of the paintings. 

I take a step back, looking at my paintings as I am left alone. 

I'll be eating good these coming few weeks because of these. 

and I have y/n to thank for that. 

A few minute passes, and Anne once again appears beside me. 

Anne: "here's your cut" she hands me an envelope with the money in it and she also fishes something out from her pocket. 

Anne: "y/n expressed that she wanted to see more from you so, I told her I'll give her a call if you have anything or better yet you can call her yourself if you finish anything up" she hands me y/n's business card. 

I pocket the expensive looking business card, taking a mental note of it so I don't misplace it.

A few days later...

Y/n's POV 

I lean back on my office chair as I finish with the last bundle of paper I had on my table. I neatly place the paper on the side, making sure every piece or page is aligned with one another. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose and tiredly rubs my eyes. I can feel the fatigue kicking in as I've been buried by all these papers all day. 

That was until a certain painting that I recently had hang in my office caught my eyes, the abstract painting which was composed of different shapes, strokes and lines and that was dominated by the different shades of orange and has dashes of green and yellow here and there was for some reason calming. It was chaotic but had a nice flow to it. And the complete opposite of the interior of my office if I might add, my office if mainly neutral color with a very minimalist design.

It was a very well-done piece of art; I have no doubt that the artist took their time and effort in creating such a masterpiece. 

"Roseanne" I mutter the name to myself, remembering her name.

What a beautiful name, I thought. 

A very fitting for the artist indeed.

I was pulled out from my thoughts when the phone on my table lit up. 

It was a text from Anne, saying that there was going to be another exhibit tomorrow. I feel the excitement grow within me.

These art exhibitions are my only escape from the four corners of my office. 

••••

The next day. 

There was a certain bounce to my steps as I make my way towards the art exhibit, there wasn't many people when I arrived which I was thankful for, and it was a fairly small collection so making my way around only took a few minutes. 

Once I've seen every piece, I couldn't help but feel a tad bit disappointed because nothing caught my attention. 

"Hi" a voice from behind catches my attention. 

I turn around to see Roseanne. 

Y/n: "oh hello" I greeted in return. 

Rosé: "did you buy anything?"

Y/n: "no, nothing really caught my eye" I admit. 

She only hums in return.

Y/n: "unless you have a piece here?" I ask, not wanting to offend her. 

Rosé: "oh no, I don't. I came here for- inspiration, I guess."

Y/n: "oh" 

An awkward silence followed that very brief interaction, which I'm probably to blame for, I'm not exactly sociable- I don't really like people. So, we just stood there awkwardly for a good minute or two until she broke the silence. 

Rosé: "do you want to get some coffee?" 

Rosé: "it's just that you have glass of wine in your hand but you're not really drinking it" she explains as I took a few seconds to process her invitation. 

Y/n: "I don't really like wine, someone just handed it to me, and I couldn't say no" I confess. 

She chuckles at my confession before speaking up again. 

Rosé: "so how about coffee from across the street?"

Y/n: "yeah, that would be better."

••••

The inviting smell of coffee and baked goods welcome us in, we quickly made our way to the counter ordering a drink and a little something to eat. I offered to pay for everything, but she insisted that she absolutely has to treat me after I bought a couple of her art pieces back then. 

Fortunately, there wasn't that many people in the cafe so, finding a table was easy. We sat across each other in silence but this time the silence was comfortable one. Our order arrived quickly, the server place our drinks and food along with the necessary utensils. 

"Thank you" Roseanne and I say in unison to the server, he smiles in return and leaves.

While Roseanne quickly digs in her food, I take the table napkin and folding it a certain way before placing it on my left side, before carefully placing the fork and knife on top of it. I also move my drink to my right side making sure the mug handle was angled the "right" way. 

I look up after doing all that only to find her looking at me. I cleared my throat, moving my hands away from the table, putting it on my lap as I nervously play with hands to stop myself from doing anything else. 

Y/n: "I'm sorry about that." I mumble under my breath.

Rosé: "Don't be, it's fine, do what you have to do"

I unconsciously pull on my shirt, straightening out the nonexistent wrinkles on it. 

Y/n: "I'm just- a little compulsive about some things" I explain.

Rosé: "I understand" she replies sincerely with a gentle smile on her face.

••••

"Let me drive you home" I offer Roseanne as we exit the cafe, we spent a good hour chatting.

Rosé: "actually my apartment is only a couple of blocks away from her so..."

Y/n: "I'll just walk you home then?"

She only nodded and started to walk to what I assume was the direction to her home, I quietly walk next to her, she would initiate small talk here and then telling me little things about the establishments that we walked past. 

Rosé's POV

We were only a few doors away from my apartment when I felt water drops on my head, the next thing I know is we're both running, I lead her to the doorstep of my apartment, quickly fishing for my keys and opening the door. I grab her wrist pulling her inside as the rain get worse. 

Rose: "whoo, I'm so glad we were already here when it started raining." I kick off my slightly wet shoes to the side as I walk further into my studio apartment. 

I don't hear anything from her, so I look back to see her still standing by the door, her eyes roaming my apartment. My apartment isn't much but considering how hard it is to find a decent apartment her in New York I got pretty lucky being able to afford this. It's actually pretty spacious for a studio apartment; I have my queen-size bed in the further corner, a small kitchen/ dining area opposite to it, the living space as soon as you enter and my little art corner at the right, in front of the mirror. 

Rosé: "oh, I'm sorry about the mess" I quickly apologize tidying up what I can. She stays frozen by the door, so I walked up to her pulling her by her hand further inside. 

Rosé: "make yourself feel at home" I say with a reassuring smile, she replied with a nod. I leave her there turning my back on her to find a clean towel for her to use as she got a little wet because of the rain, I rummage through the cabinet as I hear her footstep indicating she's exploring the space. 

Once I found a towel walked to where she was at, which what I call my "creative corner" it's where all the magic happens or simply where I paint. It was quite messy, since I am in the middle of working on something so there's dirty pieces of rugs and brushes everywhere. 

Her eyes focuses on the half-finished canvas that was resting on a wooden easel.

Rosé: "here you go" I hand her the towel. 

Y/n: "Thank you" she grabs the towel from my hand and turns her attention back to my unfinished artwork. 

Y/n: "That's beautiful." 

Rosé: "thank you, although it's not even done yet"

Y/n: "I hope you don't mind me looking at it even though it's not complete yet"

Rosé: "not at all" 

Silence fell upon us as she continues to admire the artwork while I admire her instead, a gentle smile rest on her face. I was just staring at the side of her face until she turns to look at me, I divert my eyes, embarrassed that she might have caught me staring. 

Y/n: "You're quite amazing, Roseanne." she says out of nowhere while looking at me. 

I feel my heart flutter at the compliment, my cheeks heating up with a blush. 

Our eyes meet for a brief moment, until she looked away, using the towel to dry her hair.

Y/n: "I should probably go, the rain already stopped" she mumbles.

I looked out the window to confirm what she said, and the rain has indeed already stopped. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at her wanting to leave so quickly.

Rosé: "oh okay" was all I could say.

She handed me the towel back as we both walked towards the door.

Y/n: "thank you for tonight" she spoke before opening the door.

She stepped out with me following, she was on the last step of my front stoop when she suddenly turned around.

Y/n: "can I invite you to dinner tomorrow?"

I was taken aback by the invitation, my eyes widen and I was speechless of a moment. I see the smile on her face falters at the amount of time it's taking me to respond.

Rosé: "of course! I mean- yes." I answer, not giving her any more time to worry.

She lets out a sigh of relief.

Y/n: "I'll pick you up at 7?"

Rosé: "sounds good, see you tomorrow"

Y/n: "see you"

With that she turns around again and walks away while sending a small wave my way. I waited until she was no longer in my line of sight before going back in my apartment.

As I close the door, I couldn't help but smile to myself like some teenage girl who was asked out on a date for the very first time.

6 months later...

Still Rosé's POV

I was busy working on something in my creative corner when I hear a voice from behind me.

Y/n: "I'm going now" she informs me, I turn around to see her ready to leave for work. She's wearing a white turtleneck sweater dress which reminds me of the outfit she wore when we first met.

She walks closer to me and leans down to give me a peck on the lips. Out of instinct I reach my hand out to rest on her cheek but what I didn't realize was my hand had paint on it and as I pulled my hand away from her face it brushed against her turtle neck, the yellow paint transferring on her clothes.

Rosé: "oops"

She looks down, to see what I was looking at.

I stood up from my chair, taking a few steps away from her.

Rosé: "I'm sorry" I say while chuckling.

Y/n: "oh you're so dead" she said threateningly and in a joking manner.

I turn around to make a run for it but before I can even do that she already had her arms around my waist from behind.

Rosé: "babe- I'm- sorry" I say in between laughter as her hands starts to tickle me, and her head dips giving light kisses to my neck. I continue to struggle under her hold but she's way stronger than me, instead of trying to get away from her I use all the force I can to turn around in her arms to face her.

She had a huge grin on her face.

Y/n: "you're going to make me late, again"

Rosé: "don't act like you hate it" I tease with an eye roll.

But she turns serious and looks at me adoringly.

Y/n: "I really don't hate it, because you've brought a beautiful chaos into my life, Roseanne."

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Idk what this is but imagining this is my head was so cute hshs I hope y'all enjoyed it tho.

So, with this book ending soon, I'll just publish a girl group imagines book since I can't decide who to write about next. Although, it's def going to be mainly my faves ofc (bp members, jiminjeong, Yujin and Taeyeon etc.). Honestly, I don't know a lot of other groups so, yeah, don't expect much. BUT I also really want to write another BLACKPINK related book (an actual book this time, it would most likely be about jenlisa or another y/n x bp member).

Apologies for any typos, grammatical errors and loopholes.

Thank you as always ❤️