(This Is Roseanne Park aka Rosé)

This is park Jimin

That evening, Rosé stayed late at the music room practicing guitar.

The building was quiet.

Too quiet.

When she finished playing, she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned.

Jimin stood at the door.

“You play beautifully,” he said.

Rosé blinked.

“You were listening?”

“For a while.”

Silence filled the room.

Then Rosé asked something she had wondered for weeks.

“Jimin… are the rumors about you true?”

The air suddenly felt heavier.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he walked closer.

“Does it scare you?”

Rosé thought for a moment.

Then she shook her head.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I look at you… you don’t seem like a bad person.”

Jimin stared at her.

No one had ever answered him like that.

Finally, he spoke quietly.

“My world isn’t simple, Rosé.”

“I know.”

“You could get hurt.”

She smiled softly.

“Then don’t let me.”

For the first time, Jimin looked genuinely surprised.

Then something in his eyes softened.

✨The university library was almost empty.

Soft afternoon sunlight slipped through the tall windows, falling across rows of books and wooden tables.

 Rosé sat quietly in the corner, a notebook open in front of her, but her pen hadn’t moved for five minutes.😌

She wasn’t thinking about her notes.🤔

She was thinking about him.🌚🤫

Everyone on campus knew Park Jimin.😚🔥

Not because he was loud or arrogant—actually, he was the opposite. Calm. Polite. Mysterious. Yet rumors followed him everywhere.

 People said his family controlled powerful businesses… some whispered darker things.

Rosé didn’t believe the rumors.☺️

Still, whenever he walked past, her heart forgot how to beat normally.🫠

At that exact moment, the library door opened.

Rosé looked up.

Jimin walked in.

Black coat. Calm eyes. Hands casually in his pockets. The quiet confidence around him made people automatically move aside.

Rosé immediately looked back down at her notebook.

Don’t look at him… don’t look at him…

Too late.

Footsteps stopped near her table.

Her heart dropped.

“Rosé.”

His voice was gentle.

She slowly looked up.

“Yes…?”

“Is this seat taken?”

Her brain stopped working.

“N-No…”

Jimin pulled the chair and sat across from her.

Just like that.

Rosé tried to focus on her notes, but it was impossible.

Jimin sitting across from her felt like a storm quietly waiting to happen.

After a few minutes, he spoke again.

“You always sit here.”

Rosé blinked. “You noticed?”

He gave a small smile.

“I notice a lot of things.”

Her cheeks turned pink.

Across the room, whispers started.

“Look… Jimin is sitting with her.”

“Isn’t she the shy music major?”

“Why her?”

Rosé heard every word.

She lowered her head.

Jimin noticed.

His expression hardened slightly.

Then he leaned forward.

“Don’t listen to them.”

Rosé looked up, surprised.

“They talk about you too?” she asked softly.

A quiet laugh escaped him.

“More than you know.”

For a moment, their eyes met.

Something warm and dangerous passed between them.

Two days later, Rosé was running through the university corridor.

She was late for class again.

“Why does the music building have to be so far—”

Her foot slipped.

“Ah—!”

She fell.

Books scattered across the floor.

Embarrassment burned her face.

Then a shadow fell beside her.

Someone crouched down.

A familiar voice spoke softly.

“Careful.”

Rosé looked up.

Jimin.

Of course it was him.

He picked up her books one by one.

“You run like the corridor is chasing you.”

Rosé laughed nervously. “Maybe it is.”

He handed her the last book.

But their hands touched.

Just for a second.

Both froze.

Rosé quickly pulled her hand back.

“S-Sorry!”

Jimin tilted his head slightly.

“For what?”

“For… falling?”

This time he laughed properly.

The sound was warm and rare.

“You’re strange.”

Her cheeks turned red again.

That evening, Rosé stayed late at the music room practicing guitar.

The building was quiet.

Too quiet.

When she finished playing, she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned.

Jimin stood at the door.

“You play beautifully,” he said.

Rosé blinked.

“You were listening?”

“For a while.”

Silence filled the room.

Then Rosé asked something she had wondered for weeks.

“Jimin… are the rumors about you true?”

The air suddenly felt heavier.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he walked closer.

“Does it scare you?”

Rosé thought for a moment.

Then she shook her head.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I look at you… you don’t seem like a bad person.”

Jimin stared at her.

No one had ever answered him like that.

Finally, he spoke quietly.

“My world isn’t simple, Rosé.”

“I know.”

“You could get hurt.”

She smiled softly.

“Then don’t let me.”

For the first time, Jimin looked genuinely surprised.

Then something in his eyes softened.

Rain started outside.

Rosé stood near the window watching it.

Jimin stood beside her.

Neither spoke for a while.

Then he said quietly,

“You’re the only person here who talks to me normally.”

Rosé smiled.

“That’s because you talk normally too.”

He looked at her.

Really looked.

“Rosé.”

“Yes?”

“If I asked you to stay close to me… would you?”

Her heart raced.

She didn’t answer immediately.

Instead she whispered,

“I think… I already am.”

Jimin smiled.

Not the calm, mysterious smile everyone saw.

But a real one.

Outside, the rain continued to fall softly.

Inside, something new had quietly begun.

The night after the rain felt different.

The campus of Haneul University looked peaceful under the dim streetlights, but Rosé could feel something shifting around her—like the calm before a storm.

Ever since that evening in the music room with Jimin, things had started changing.

Jimin wasn’t just someone she occasionally saw anymore.

Now he appeared everywhere.

Near the library.

Outside the music building.

Even walking silently beside her across the campus paths.

He never forced conversation, but his presence felt… protective.

And strangely comforting.

But tonight, something else was happening.

Rosé was sitting in the campus café with Jungkook.

Jungkook had always been friendly with everyone. He was cheerful, energetic, and far less intimidating than Jimin.

He had simply offered to help Rosé with a photography assignment.

But from across the street…

Someone was watching.

Jimin.

Leaning against a black car under the streetlight.

His eyes were calm.

Too calm.

But inside him, something darker was slowly rising.

The Spark of Jealousy

Inside the café, Rosé laughed softly as Jungkook showed her some pictures on his camera.

“This one is good,” she said. “The lighting looks beautiful.”

Jungkook grinned.

“Of course. I had a good model.”

Rosé blinked. “Model?”

“You.”

Her cheeks flushed.

Outside, Jimin’s fingers tightened slightly around the cigarette he hadn’t even lit.

He watched Jungkook lean a little closer.

Too close.

The calm expression on Jimin’s face slowly disappeared.

Jealousy wasn’t new to him.

But this felt different.

Because Rosé wasn’t just anyone.

She was his quiet girl.

And someone else standing too close to her felt… wrong.

Very wrong.

The Warning

When Rosé finally left the café, Jungkook walked beside her toward the dormitory path.

“Thanks for helping me today,” Jungkook said.

“It was fun,” Rosé replied.

Then Jungkook suddenly stopped walking.

Rosé looked up.

Jimin was standing directly in front of them.

The air turned cold.

Jungkook’s smile faded slightly.

“Well… if it isn’t Jimin.”

Jimin ignored him.

His eyes were only on Rosé.

“You’re out late.”

Rosé felt nervous for some reason.

“We were just finishing the assignment.”

Jimin’s gaze moved to Jungkook for the first time.

A slow, quiet look.

The kind that made people uncomfortable.

Jungkook crossed his arms.

“What?”

Jimin spoke calmly.

“Go home.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jimin said quietly.

Rosé quickly stepped between them.

“Jimin, it’s okay—”

But Jimin’s voice cut through the air.

“You shouldn’t walk with him at night.”

Rosé blinked.

“Why?”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Then Jimin stepped closer.

Too close.

His voice dropped into something low and dangerous.

“Because I don’t like it.”

The Storm Breaks

Jungkook scoffed.

“You don’t like it? Since when do you control who she talks to?”

Jimin slowly turned his head.

His eyes had changed.

The calm warmth Rosé usually saw was gone.

Now there was something darker.

Colder.

“You should be careful about how you talk,” Jimin said softly.

Jungkook laughed.

“Or what?”

The streetlight flickered above them.

Then Jimin stepped forward.

Just one step.

But the atmosphere shifted instantly.

Everyone on campus knew something about Jimin.

Not rumors.

Facts.

He wasn’t someone people fought with.

Jungkook seemed to remember that too.

His smile faded.

Rosé grabbed Jimin’s arm quickly.

“Stop.”

Her voice was soft but firm.

Jimin looked down at her hand.

Then slowly at her face.

The darkness in his eyes softened slightly.

“For you,” he said quietly.

Jungkook shook his head.

“Whatever, man.”

He turned and walked away.

But before leaving, he looked back once.

And muttered,

“You’re too controlling.”

Possession

The moment Jungkook disappeared around the corner, silence returned.

Rosé released Jimin’s arm.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin didn’t answer immediately.

Instead he looked at the empty road where Jungkook had walked.

Then he spoke.

“You smiled a lot with him.”

Rosé blinked.

“What?”

“In the café.”

“You were watching?”

“Yes.”

Her heart skipped.

“Why?”

Jimin’s eyes locked with hers.

Because he didn’t know how to say the truth normally.

So he said it simply.

“I don’t like seeing someone else make you laugh.”

Rosé froze.

“Jimin…”

He stepped closer again.

This time there was no anger.

Only intensity.

“You don’t understand the world I live in,” he said quietly.

“But when I see someone getting too close to you…”

His fingers gently lifted a strand of her hair.

“…it makes me want to remove them from the picture.”

Rosé’s heart started beating faster.

“Remove…?”

Jimin smiled slightly.

“Relax.”

But something in his voice said he wasn’t completely joking.

The Midnight Escape

To change the tension, Rosé asked softly,

“Why are you here tonight?”

Jimin glanced toward the road.

Then back at her.

“Because I wanted to take you somewhere.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Rosé hesitated.

“But the dorm closes in an hour.”

Jimin smirked.

“Then we shouldn’t waste time.”

Before she could protest, he gently took her hand and led her to the black car.

Moments later they were driving away from the campus.

The city lights slowly faded behind them.

Wind rushed through the slightly open window.

“Where are we going?” Rosé asked.

“You’ll see.”

After twenty minutes, the car stopped near a cliff overlooking the ocean.

The place was completely empty.

Only moonlight and waves.

Rosé stepped out slowly.

“It’s beautiful…”

Jimin walked beside her.

“This is where I come when things get loud.”

“Loud?”

“My world.”

They stood near the edge, watching the dark water crash against the rocks.

The wind moved Rosé’s hair gently.

Jimin looked at her quietly.

Something about the moonlight on her face made his chest tighten.

“You shouldn’t trust me so easily,” he said suddenly.

Rosé turned to him.

“Why?”

“Because people like me ruin quiet things.”

She shook her head.

“I don’t believe that.”

He stepped closer.

“Rosé…”

The distance between them disappeared.

“You’re dangerous for someone like me.”

Her voice trembled slightly.

“Why?”

“Because I start wanting things I shouldn’t.”

The wind grew stronger.

The ocean roared below them.

Then Jimin leaned down slightly.

His voice barely above a whisper.

“Like keeping you all to myself.”

Rosé’s heart pounded loudly.

For a moment neither moved.

Then she smiled softly.

“You’re very dramatic.”

Jimin laughed quietly.

But his eyes were still serious.

“You haven’t seen dramatic yet.”

Far away, thunder rolled over the ocean.

The storm was coming.

And somewhere deep inside Jimin’s world…

something darker had already begun moving toward them.

The storm didn’t wait.

By the time Jimin and Rosé (singer) reached back to the car, the sky had already darkened into a deep, restless grey.

Thunder echoed across the cliffs.

Rain began to fall.

Not softly this time—but sharp, wild, and unstoppable.

Rosé laughed lightly as she tried to cover her head.

“We should go back—”

Before she could finish, a loud crack of thunder startled her.

She slipped slightly on the wet ground.

Jimin caught her instantly.

One arm around her waist.

Pulling her close.

Too close.

“You need to be careful,” he said, his voice low but steady.

Rosé looked up at him.

Rain drops clung to his hair, sliding down slowly across his forehead.

For a second, everything felt still.

Even the storm.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

But Jimin didn’t let go immediately.

His grip tightened just a little.

As if the idea of her slipping away—even for a second—was unacceptable.

They got into the car quickly, rain hitting the windshield in chaotic patterns.

Jimin started driving back toward the city.

But halfway through the road—

The headlights flickered.

Then—

The engine stopped.

The car went silent.

Rosé blinked.

“…What just happened?”

Jimin frowned slightly, trying to restart it.

Nothing.

The storm outside grew stronger.

“We’re stuck,” he said calmly.

Rosé looked outside.

Dark road.

No streetlights.

No people.

“Stuck… here?” she asked softly.

Jimin nodded.

“For a while.”

Instead of panicking, Rosé let out a small nervous laugh.

“Well… this is kind of like a movie scene.”

Jimin looked at her.

“In movies, this is where something bad happens.”

Rosé raised an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to scare me?”

“No,” he said quietly.

“I’m telling you the truth.”

The rain became heavier.

Staying in the car wasn’t safe for long.

Jimin stepped out first, scanning the surroundings quickly.

“There’s a place ahead,” he said, opening Rosé’s door.

“Come.”

She hesitated for half a second.

Then took his hand.

They ran through the rain together.

The road was slippery.

The wind strong.

Rosé almost slipped again—but Jimin held her firmly the entire time.

Finally, they reached an old abandoned structure.

It looked like a small wooden cabin.

Broken windows.

Half-open door.

But it was shelter.

They stepped inside.

The sound of rain softened slightly.

Rosé caught her breath.

“We’re really doing this…”

Jimin looked around carefully before relaxing.

“It’s safe.”

“For now.”

Inside the cabin, it was dark.

Jimin used his phone flashlight.

Dust floated in the air.

A broken chair stood in one corner.

Rosé wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’m cold…”

Without saying anything, Jimin removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

It was warm.

And smelled faintly like him.

Rosé smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

Jimin sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

“Sit.”

Rosé sat beside him.

Closer than before.

The storm outside grew louder.

But inside…

it felt strangely quiet.

Safe.

After a few minutes, Rosé spoke softly,

“Are you always this serious?”

Jimin glanced at her.

“Only when it matters.”

“And does this matter?”

He looked at her for a long moment.

“Yes.”

Her heart skipped.

Suddenly—

A sound came from outside.

Footsteps.

Rosé froze.

“Jimin…”

He was already alert.

His entire expression changed instantly.

Sharp.

Focused.

Dangerous.

“Stay behind me,” he said quietly.

The footsteps got closer.

Then stopped near the cabin.

Rosé’s heart started racing.

“Who is it…?”

Jimin didn’t answer.

He moved slightly in front of her.

Protective.

Possessive.

The door creaked open slowly.

A shadow appeared.

For a split second—

Jimin grabbed a metal rod lying nearby.

His eyes darkened.

Ready to attack.

But then—

A drunk man stumbled in, barely able to stand.

Jimin didn’t lower his guard immediately.

He stepped forward.

One look.

Cold.

Threatening.

“Leave.”

The man froze.

Something in Jimin’s presence made it clear—

this wasn’t someone to mess with.

Without a word, the man turned and left.

The door slammed shut again.

Silence returned.

After the Fear

Rosé let out the breath she had been holding.

“That was scary…”

Jimin turned back to her.

His expression softened immediately.

“You’re safe.”

She nodded.

“I know.”

Then she looked at him carefully.

“You were ready to fight…”

Jimin looked away slightly.

“That’s normal for me.”

Rosé studied him.

“You really are dangerous, aren’t you?”

He smirked faintly.

“I told you already.”

“But…” she continued softly,

“You’re also kind.”

That made him pause.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Closer Than Before

The storm slowly started calming down.

The rain softened.

Inside the cabin, the air felt warmer now.

Rosé leaned slightly closer to him.

Not thinking too much.

Just feeling safe.

Jimin noticed.

His breath slowed.

“Rosé…”

“Yes?”

“If something ever happens…”

He hesitated.

Then continued,

“I won’t let anyone touch you.”

Her heart raced.

“You’re very protective.”

“I’m very serious.”

She smiled softly.

“I can see that.”

For a moment, they just looked at each other.

No fear.

No noise.

Just them.

Then Rosé whispered,

“I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Jimin’s eyes softened in a way no one else ever saw.

“…Me too.”