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fayeforrosie · 2 years

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The Tree of Romance

Rosé x Fem! Reader

Once a certain blonde abruptly introduces herself to you after noticing she had mistakenly taken your spot under a tree, she realizes that she could have possibly experienced what one would call “love at first sight”.

Warnings- Mention of alcohol, Swearing, I think that's it tbh

A tree adjacent to the school’s courtyard, the perfect amount of shade for when the sun would fall too heavy upon the campus- it was the spot you would go to everyday after classes. You would sit under the tree, a pencil and notebook in hand, or sometimes a novel you would want to catch up on, and you would sit there calmy and do what you loved.

After finishing a class that seemed to last forever, you were relieved to know that your spot was there waiting for you to obtain. You begin walking out of the building and make your way over to the familiar nature, breathing in the beautiful smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of sweet nothing infusing your ears.

Finally, as you arrive at your spot, you notice a girl sitting in the spot you would always secure, her blonde hair blowing in rhythm to the wind as her gaze was focused on the book she had at hand.

You grunt, going through this a couple of times in your life where you were forced to kick someone out of your spot. It was relatively known around campus that you would always acquire that spot, so most people minded their business and took their seat somewhere else, however there were few times like these where you would have to go over to someone and tell them that they would unfortunately have to leave.

“Um excuse me”, you begin, looking down at the girl as you stand in front of her. Her eyes are torn away from her book for a short second as her stare falls on yours. Your breath hitches for a moment, not expecting the girl to be such a sight to see, nevertheless, you rid that thought immediately to the back of your mind and continue. “You’re sitting in my spot.”

After hearing your words, the blonde’s eyes widen and she instantly shuffles over with a quick apology, leaving enough space for you to sit, however staying under the tree.

“I mean the tree... this is where I sit everyday”, you step closer, however you decide you won’t sit down until the girl finally surrenders and leaves you and your tree at peace.

“Oh”, she takes a quick glance around, almost as if she was looking for someone to save her from such an awkward interaction. “Well we can both sit here if you’d like! There’s plenty of room!” Her eyes squint as her bright smile lights up the atmosphere, a slight shade of pink dancing across the brim of her cheeks as she clutches her book, careful to not lose the page she was on.

You sigh, giving it up and taking a seat next to the girl, taking your bag out and reaching inside to grab your sketchbook and pencil.

Only five minutes into your drawing you begin to feel a pair of eyes burning into your figure, and you turn your head to see if your mind was correct, and as expected, as soon as you look up towards the girl, she quickly averts her gaze and drops her attention back to her book, worried if she had been caught staring.

You decide to leave it alone and continue on your drawing, however, once again you can feel the blonde’s eyes not only on you, but on the drawing you had been working on.

Drawing the nature and atmosphere around you had always been your hobby, another reason why the tree you would sit at was your favorite spot to be. Everywhere you looked there was some sort of beauty surrounding you, whether that be the tiny butterfly perched on a thread of grass, or the kind old lady you would regularly see walking her dog up and down the sidewalk. It was relaxing to you, and the perfect place for you to scribble down the prepossessing environment in front of you.

“That’s really beautiful”, you heard from the side of you, a seemingly Australian accent.

You turn to look at the girl, all of a sudden getting nervous by how close the two of you were, so you bring your head back down and look at your drawing, smiling in response.

“Thanks.”

“Is this what you do when you come here everyday?” The blonde asks once again, clearly intrigued by you.

You nod, “yeah, or sometimes I read. I just think this place is really nice and super refreshing.”

The girl smiles and nods, subtly scooting closer to you without your knowledge, your rose scented perfume invading her senses, in which she admired.

The blonde adjusts her glare towards your face, concentrated on the drawing in hand, careful to outline every little detail of grass that would match to your line of vision. Her cheeks blushed a bright pink, her feelings evidently proved by her features at the moment. Her stomach seemed to turn inside out as she focused on every little detail of the girl beside her. Your eyes squinting to look up from your drawing and onto the scenery ahead, where you no later bring your attention back down and scribbles whatever smidge of a detail you found.

“My name is Rosé by the way”, says the blonde, taking you out of your trans and bringing your regards back to the girl across from you.

“Um... I’m Y/n”, you speak nonchalantly, a bit confused by the girls continuation of forwardness.

“That’s really pretty”, she smiles, and you almost feel a slight connection between the two of you slightly brush by your shoulder.

“Do you like coffee? Or pastries?” Rosé continues to blabber on, her voice sounding as if you’d heard her your entire life, almost as if she was one of those maddening little sisters that would harass you nonstop, day in and day out.

“I like coffee, only the caramel ones though.” You respond, failing to keep eye contact with the blonde as you bring your line of sight back down to your drawing.

“How about pastries”, she continues.

Your focus stays glued to your notebook, “yeah I guess I like muffins. Those are pretty good.”

After your response, it led Rosé to meet you back at the same spot the next day, a caramel coffee in her right hand, and a small blueberry muffin in her left, holding the paper bag with the tip of her nails, carefully making her way over to you as she attempts to not drop the food.

She plops down next to your figure, seeing that instead of the familiar notebook, filled with various beautiful drawings, you have a thick novel rested in the palm of your grasp, your eyes focused on the words ahead.

You seemed to not have noticed the blonde until she ultimately shakes the paper bag next to you, signifying that she brought the small pastry just for you.

"I heard you liked muffins", the same engaging voice you recognize from yesterday rang in your ear pleasurably. You turn your head to look back at the girl, noticing not only the muffin resting in the small paper bag, but the medium caramel coffee that you mentioned you enjoyed yesterday, firmly grasped in the Australians hand.

"Oh... I didn't think you would actually bring me it", you laugh, thanking the girl as you take the drink and pastry from her.

"Of course I would. You seem really cool, I wanted to get on your good side", she smiles, her cheeks reddening as she lowers her head towards the grass, suddenly finding the tiny little bugs crawling atop of the leaves more interesting than the conversation.

You laugh after hearing her response, "you don't have to buy me coffee and a muffin to get on my good side."

"What if I just wanted to buy you breakfast?" Rosé questions, her gaze subtly dropping to your lips before she quickly readjusts herself, tilting her head, awaiting your response.

"Then it would be a bit weird, because we just met yesterday", you laugh, although finding the girl, along with the conversation, a tad bit amusing.

"Actually, to tell the truth, I bought you this because I wanted to ask you a question", Rosé begins, turning away from your stare, feeling the world cave in as soon as she allows the confession to roll so smoothly off her tongue. From your perspective, it might have seemed like Rosé was a confident and outgoing girl, nevertheless, the blonde knew that it was only all an act, pretending that she was poised enough to actually say such words.

At her words, you take your attention off of the novel lying in your hands, looking into the blondes eyes as you shift your body in her direction.

"Go ahead, what’s up?" You ask.

Rosé clears her throat, giggling at her awkwardness. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to the nearby library down the street... or um... something." Rosé mentally slaps herself for stuttering, after knowing that she practiced the exact sentence over and over again in front of the mirror this morning, perfecting the way she would portray her words, her gaze, and her body.

"Oh...", you smile, "sure... I need to study for my test anyway."

Rosé smiles at this, lifting herself from her feet and grabbing her bag below her, hoisting it onto her back before she stands up straight, ready to leave. She looks down to you, watching as you zip your book back up inside your backpack. She offers you a hand once you finish settling yourself, where you gladly take it into your, declining the feeling of such a warm palm embrace as she assists you to lift yourself upwards.

You release your hand from hers, much to Rosé’s dismay, however she fails to let such a silly detail get to her head as she leads you towards the library.

It was about a ten minute walk from the tree the two of you had occupied, however trip was filled with never-ending stories spilling from the blondes mouth, explaining how she was a musician and enjoyed writing her own songs. She talked about how she played guitar, and hoped to be famous someday.

She seemed like a sweet girl in your eyes, and although you have only knew her for two days, it seemed that you’ve gained more information about her life than you knew about your own. Her mouth would run away from her mind, allowing useless words to flow out, creating another endless story she failed to finish.

Once the two of you had finally arrived at the destination, walking inside and allowing the comfortable, silent environment fill your senses, the two of you take a seat in the very back of the building, sure not to be close to any other people who might have wanted their own private space.

The building seemed to be almost empty, excluding the group of student in the front and back corner, which made both you and Rosé practically alone together once again, similar to their audience back at the tree.

Rosé didn’t seem to mind the space, as she thought it was better for just the two of you to be in a secluded area, away from those that might distract you from her. As selfish as it may have sounded, she wanted you to herself. She wanted to be the only person you talked to, the only person you listened to, the only person you hung out with, and most importantly, the only person you sat at that lame tree with.

It was only a day ago that Rosé met you, nevertheless, she seemed to be experiencing what it was like to be falling in love. At first sight she was attracted to you, knowing already that you were someone she wanted to go after. She felt her heart beat out of her chest, matching the tone of her unsteady breath when she stared into your absorbed eyes. After walking home that first day that the two of you met, she knew that it was love at first sight.

“Hello?” Rosé hears your voice call out to her, pulling her out of her trance as she shakes her head and regains her focus, gearing her attention back to you.

“Sorry could you say that again I wasn’t paying attention”, she laughs.

You chuckle and clear your throat, feeling yourself get more awkward as the moments pass agonizingly slow.

“I said that you are practically shivering... do you want my sweatshirt? I have one in my bag”, you say, hand already reaching down to the backpack settled on the carpeted floor.

Another arrow shot through the middle of Rosé’s heart, feeling her emotions run wild in her mind as her body failed to control the incoming waves of intimacy circulate her heart. It was almost as if this was one of her own dreams, as if she’d only fallen asleep last night and was not awoken after such a breathtaking day, her position at the moment being that of what she only imagined she would fantasize about.

“I um”, stuttering was a given, and Rosé knew that, “y-yeah. I would love that. Thank you for noticing Y/n.” She smiled a warm, genuine smile, to which you returned.

You pulled an obscenely oversized hoodie from your bag, handing it to the blonde beside you. She tenderly took it from you, opening it up and wrapping her body inside of it, keeping the hood on top of her head as the rest fell down to her thighs. The hoodie was huge on her, however you thought it was a bit of a cute look on her, the largeness of your own hoodie engulfing the beautiful blonde lady beside you, her smile seeming more warm than the hoodie itself.

Rosé inhaled the scent of your beautiful floral fragrance, knowing beforehand that even your smell would be as appealing and prepossessing as you were. You never seemed to fail her fantasies.

After the two of you spent the majority of the time studying for your classes, drinking your coffee, and making sweet conversation, the sun was noticeably setting, unfortunate for the two of you.

Rosé wished you wouldn’t mention it, knowing that if you did, it was lead to your goodbye’s for the day. She only wanted to stay her forever with you by her side. Even if you were to just sit there, pencil in hand as you worked on whatever homework you needed to complete, your voice silent and the sound of only your pencil dashing across the white paper passing through her ears, she would still want to stay here by your side, watching you study.

Nonetheless, as Rosé could foresee, you spoke up after a short pause between conversations.

“It’s getting a bit dark”, you say, beginning to close your computer, “we should get going.”

Rosé nods, keeping her sigh to herself as she stands from her seat and begins to pack her bag. Once finished, you both begin towards the exit, bringing you out of the library and into the now orange lit sky.

“Are you going to be at the tree tomorrow?" Asks Rosé, following your lead while you begin to make your way back towards the tree.

You smile and look back to the girl, “I’m always there Rosie.”

The girl tilts her head down, biting her lip to hold back a smile as the blush soon soaks the colors of her cheeks.

‘She’s already made me a nickname’, the blonde thinks to herself happily.

“Would it be ok if I came back tomorrow?” Rosé questions further, although scared that she might be over-stepping the newly formed ‘friendship’ boundaries.

Your eyes stay put on the scenery ahead of you, nodding in response to the blonde.

“Usually I would say no”, you begin, “but I actually like you. I don’t really talk to many people but you seem like the type of person I would want to like... I don’t know...”, you struggle to find the words your chasing, palms beginning to sweat as your cheeks start to match the color of the red flowers beautiful peeking from the bushes next to you.

Rosé, however, feels the sudden urge to place her hand atop of her pulse to make sure she’s breathing ok. The girl still yet struggled to find if this is truly a dream or not, the words that she had just heard you confess flooding her mind in an instant.

“T- thank you Y/n”, is all she was able to let out, worried that if she spoke even one more word, a confession of love would slip out into the open air. The two of you continued to walk in a comfortable silence until you finally arrive at the tree. You find your car sitting in the parking lot, where you request to bring Rosé home, however she explains that her car is on the other side of the parking lot and she will be taking herself home tonight.

“I’m telling you Jennie, it’s literally fucking love! Like she’s the one! She’s the love of my life”, Rosé argues with her roommate, Jennie, as she lay comfortably on their shared couch, your hoodie still attached to her body.

“Chaeyoung you met her YESTERDAY!” Jennie returns, fork in hand as she downs the dinner Rosé had made her the previous day.

“So what? Ever heard of love at first sight? It’s in like so many different romance movies and like every single romance book!” She retorts.

Jennie stands up and tosses her plate into the garbage adjacent to her, making her way to the blonde before she plops herself onto the couch as well, making herself comfortable before she finally responds to the girl.

“I’m just saying... what if you get to know her and she’s like some weirdo girl who likes avocadoes or something?” Rosé’s face scrunches, chuckling at such a useless point the girl had made.

“Shut up!” Jennie laughs, “I’m trying to say that like, you don’t really know her, so don’t you think it’s best that you talk to her more before you decide that she’s the love of your life?”

“So what should I do?” Rosé sighs, “how do I get to know her more without making it obvious that I want her?”

Jennie leans back on the couch cushion, thinking back to the details the Australian had previously told her when she had first mentioned you.

“Well...”, she begins, “you said that she always goes to that stupid tree, I say you just go meet her there everyday with like a coffee and lunch or something. Spend sometime eating and talking with her, and then decide what to do from there?”

And that is exactly what Rosé decided she was going to do.

Thanks to Jennie, Rosé followed her advice and met with you every day, bringing you an iced caramel coffee, like you admired, and surprising you with a new tasty pastry she would pick out from the bakery.

Two months had passed, and her love for you only increased. After having an abundance of extensive conversations the two of you would share, the blonde learned more and more intriguing facts about you and your personality, solitarily making her fall harder each day.

One day, after the third month had passed and the both of you seemed to be comfortable and familiar with each other, Rosé decided that she was going to make a move. She made a plan the night before, explaining to Jennie exactly what she was going to do, earning a nod of approval and a good luck from the girl.

The next day, Rosé made her way over to the tree, sitting herself down next to your figure and handing your drink and pastry to you with a smile. The pastry was a chocolate croissant today, being one of her favorites.

“I can’t stay here with you today”, Rosé frowns, and you reciprocate the same expression after hearing the blonde’s words.

“No how come?” Your head leans atop of the Australians shoulder.

“I have to study for a test today”, she begins, laying her head on yours, smiling to herself while doing so.

“It can’t wait?” You ask, however knowing that you would never hold the girl back from her studies, only asking for the fun of it.

“No it can’t... but I’ll be here tomorrow”, she smiles.

“About that”, you begin, sliding your head off of the girls shoulder, much to her dismay, and reaching into your bag behind you.

Rosé furrows her eyes, leaning to the side in attempt to get a better look at what you were doing. After a few seconds, she’s met with small gift back dangling from your fingers, a heavenly smile plastered on your face to come with it.

“What’s this?” She asks, smiling as she takes it from your hands.

“Open it”, you bite your lip and lean closer.

Rosé does as she’s told and takes the little amount of tissue paper out of the bag, lifting what seemed to be a stuffed animal, or possibly a blanket, out. Once she finally takes out the gift, the blonde is filled with a plethora of joyous emotions, a stuffed teddy bear in her grasp, with a gift-card to the exact place she would buy you the coffee and pastries in its hands.

“Y/n you really didn’t have to do this”, Rosé pronounces, leaning in towards you with her arms wide, embracing you in a short, yet meaningful hug.

“I know... but I wanted to”, you smile and continue, “every single day you come here and bring me a pastry and a coffee. How do you expect me to just accept it with open arms and not get you something in return.”

“I didn’t get you these things to get something in return”, Rosie chuckles, lightly pushing your shoulder back. I got it because I’m in love with you, she thinks to herself.

“I know I know... I just wanted to get you this. I thought it was nice, and the bear reminded me of you”, you speak softly, your bright red cheeks evidently on display for anyone with a pair of eyes, as is Rosé’s.

You clear your throat, interrupting the moment. “Anyway”, you begin, “you said that you couldn’t stay today. I just wanted to give you that before you left”, your voice suddenly begins to drop back to your usual low tone, almost as if you were embarrassed in the moment and was not sure what to do... and truth be told, you really were.

You never were open with anyone in your life, Rosé being the first, and with someone like you, a person who despises any form of intimacy, going as far as buying a girl a present, was a major step for yourself. As much as you wanted to congratulate yourself for finally being able to put yourself out there for her, your embarrassment and discomfort got the best of you.

“O-oh”, Rosé stutters at the sudden awkwardness surrounding the air between the two of you, rising to her feet and gathering everything she had brought.

“Yeah I’ll get going”, she forces a fake smile, hiding the disappointment seeping through her emotions, knowing that she wished you could just say something more to her. Give her a sign. A clue. Anything. She was desperate for you, and needed to know if you felt the same.

Nevertheless, no matter what, she would find out tonight, when her plan makes it way into action.

After Rosé disappears back to her car and drives off, you grab the coffee she had brought, taking a quick sip before you now reach for the bag that had your pastry in it, curious to see what she brought.

After opening the bag and glancing inside, your eyes widen, noticing something unusual that you have never seen occupying the bags before. The chocolate croissant, although it appealed to you in every way possible, wasn’t what caught your eye.

You reach your hand inside the bag, taking out a small folded paper from within and throwing the now empty bag to the side. You carefully unwrap the paper, opening it until it you could finally see the pretty pink marker filled upon the lines of the paper. You stopped, and peered intently, tilting your head quizzically as you read the words written in beautiful penmanship.

Leave the tree tonight by seven 'o'clock, and don’t comeback until exactly twelve in the morning

Rosie<3

You laugh to yourself, knowing that she was planning something for you. A part of you was worried, thinking to yourself that it might be her way of saying goodbye, meeting you at twelve in the morning only to tell you that she was leaving and never coming back. That was impossible, however.

You were always the one to overthink. Rosie wouldn’t do that to you, and you knew that you were just getting ahead of yourself and thinking of the worst possible situation

On the other hand, a part of you was excited, knowing that she always had something up her sleeve when it came to surprises.

As the day passed by (agonizingly slow) and seven finally hit, you do as Rosie requested and packed up your things, cleaning the area around the tree so it would look perfect for the blonde to come and see.

“Ok is everything set up?” Asks Jennie from the other line.

Rosie perfects her final touches around the area, holding the phone to her ear as it stays snug in between her shoulder, “yeah, I think so”, she replies, taking a step back to admire her work.

“I’m so nervous Jennie.” Rosé‘s voice trembles on the phone, as if it isn’t enough that she’s thrown up twice before this, her nerves sending a chill up her spine and following back down to her stomach, where the butterflies ceased to stop flying freely inside.

“Calm down Rosie... just think about how excited you’ve been for this”, Jennie’s tone becomes soft as she guides Rosé through the waves of anxiety she was facing at the moment, breathing in and out with her until the blonde could finally calm down and hang up the phone.

There was exactly five minutes left until it was twelve, and Rosé took her familiar spot under the tree, her phone ridden inside her bag, and the only thing clouding her crowded mind was the thought of your face when you would walk in and she what she’d done for you.

The minutes trickled down until the Australian finally notices the same car she’s been acquainted with for a few months pull into the parking lot nearby. She watching as you step out of the drivers seat, hands in your pocket and a beanie on your head as your teeth clatter at the weather, the cold nipping at your exposed skin while you make your way over to the tree.

Once your close enough, you can finally catch a glimpse of what sat beneath the large piece of nature, and a bright, endearing smile flashes across your face when you find the blonde sitting comfortably underneath the tree.

There were a few lit candles surrounding the girl, and a pair of bright fairy lights wrapped around the trunk of the tree, bringing light to the perfectly arranged spaghetti dinner resting in front of Rosé, waiting to be devoured by the two of you together.

There were two plates, accompanied by a half poured red wine sitting atop of the small, unpigmented napkin.

“Rosie”, you begin, finding yourself at a loss of words, taking a seat on the ground and facing the girl, taking notice of the way she carefully eyed your every move, similar to what she had been doing the first day the two of you met.

“You don’t have to do these things for me, you know that right? It’s more than enough that you even just come by to sit with me”, you smile at the girl as her eyes begin to water. You tilt your head and glance at her with curiosity, laughing harmlessly and reaching over towards her, wiping away a fallen tear with the swipe of your thumb.

“Why are you crying? I should be the one crying. You did all of this for me”, you laugh and take her hand in your, squeezing it gently.

“Do you know why I’m doing all of this Y/n?” Rosé takes her hand away from yours, and a sense of worry spreads throughout your body, thinking back to what you had originally thought this entire thing would be about. Was this a final goodbye type of thing? Did she have her fun for a few months and decided that she was going to leave and find another girl to hang out with? Did she get bored with you? Were you not enough?

“I um... “, you look anywhere but her eyes, “I don’t know.”

“I don’t know how to say this, because it’s hard for me to tell you something so important. I know you’ll hate me for saying this, and you’ll be mad at me for doing such a thing, but I just need to tell you this.” This time, Rosé avoids eye contact, her hands now occupying various threads of grass under the blanket she sat on, picking them out of the dirt as a way to calm herself down.

“Y/n I-”

“Please don’t leave Rosie”, the fairy lights wrapped superbly around the tree shine against your eyes, allowing Rosé to see the glistening tears brimming under your eyes against your own will.

“Please. Ever since you came into my life, even if it was just three months ago, everything has just been so much better. I look forward to coming to this spot every single day, and not because I want to sit around and draw all the stupid shit I see, not anymore. I look forward to coming here so I can see you! When you show up with a coffee and whatever surprise pastry you picked, it just makes me feel loved. I know I might not show it, but just by you coming to meet me here everyday, it makes my day even better than the last. So please Rosie, don’t le-”.

Suddenly, your rambling is cut off with a soft pair of lips pressed up against your own, shutting you up instantly. Your eyes grow wide, realizing what she had done, and after feeling her plump lips slowly move against yours, you lean in closer to her and reciprocate the kiss.

You feel the blonde smile against your lips, euphorically thrilled at the thought of you feeling the same way.

You cup her hot cheek in the palm of your hand, pushing your lips deeper into hers as your thumb subtly smooths over her polish, reddened cheek.

After what seemed to be too expeditious for the both of your likings, you pull away, however being sure to keep your face at a close distance, smiling when you open your eyes and see that she’s already staring back at you, her cheek color as bright as her lips and a wide, giddy smile plastered on her face.

“Y/n”, she states, her hand slowly making its way towards yours before she interlocks her fingers with your own. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I wanted to tell you my feelings.”

A laughs sneaks by her lips when she sees your face light up in embarrassment. You place your hand on your forehead, shifting your gaze to the ground as you shake your head in discomfiture.

“So... do you want to hear my feelings or not?” The Australian asks, and you bring your head back up swiftly, nodding eagerly.

“Well...”, Rosie runs her hand along your arm, smiling as she knows that finally, she will be able to say what she had been practicing for oh-so long in the mirror, perfecting it to the point where she can no longer get it wrong.

“I love you, Y/n YL/n.”

Yahh its finally here!! I hope everyone liked it! More fics coming soon, love you all<33

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