Forbidden Melodies
The last note faded, echoing softly in the makeshift studio I'd created in my room. Relief washed over me. It was done. Finally. This song had been haunting me for weeks, a melody that refused to be tamed until just now. I kicked back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head, and that's when I saw him.
Y/N was leaning against the doorway, a lazy smile playing on his lips. My heart leaped. Even after all these late-night rendezvous, his presence still sent a jolt of excitement through me. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
He pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward me, his eyes sparkling. "Long enough to know you've created something beautiful, Rosie."
My cheeks flushed at the nickname, a secret indulgence just for him. We had been seeing each other for months, sneaking around like teenagers, clinging to stolen moments in a world that scrutinized every aspect of our lives. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
"You shouldn't be here," I said, even as I reached for his hand.
He laced his fingers through mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I know, I know. Forbidden love and all that." He winked. "But I missed you."
"I missed you too," I confessed, pulling him closer. We had to be careful. Blackpink and BTS sharing a dorm floor during this tour was already a logistical nightmare. If anyone found out about us... well, the fallout didn't bear thinking about.
We settled onto my bed, a tangled mess of limbs and whispered affections. The thrill of danger, of breaking the rules, added a certain spice to our relationship. It felt like our little rebellion against the carefully constructed image the world had of us.
We spent the next few hours like we always did – lost in each other's world. We watched a silly rom-com, laughing at the ridiculous plot twists and quoting our favorite lines. We talked about everything and nothing, dreams and fears tumbling out in the comfortable silence between us. He listened with unwavering attention as I talked about the pressures of being an idol, the constant scrutiny, the loneliness that sometimes crept in despite the millions of adoring fans. I listened as he spoke about his own struggles, the challenges of pursuing his art, the doubt that gnawed at his confidence.
With Y/N, I felt like I could be Roseanne Park, not just Rosé of Blackpink. He saw the real me, the flawed, insecure, and sometimes overwhelmed girl beneath the polished exterior. And he loved her anyway. That was what mattered.
We were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn't hear the door open.
A gasp broke the spell. I whipped around to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. His cheeks flushed immediately, and he stammered, "Rose? I... I didn't know you were..." He trailed off, his gaze darting between Y/N and me. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do some crafts later. Sorry!"
He turned and fled, leaving us in stunned silence. My heart hammered against my ribs. We'd been caught.
"Well," Y/N said, his voice tight. "That was... awkward."
"Awkward is an understatement," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "This is a disaster."
The next morning, I cornered Taehyung in the hallway, my stomach churning with anxiety. "Taehyung, please," I begged, grabbing his arm. "You can't tell anyone about what you saw last night."
He looked uncomfortable, avoiding my gaze. "Rose, I don't know..."
"Please," I repeated, my voice cracking. "It would ruin everything. My career, Y/N's career... everything."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, okay. I won't say anything," he relented. "But Rose, are you sure about this? Is this good for you?"
"I... I don't know," I admitted, tears welling up in my eyes. "But I love him, Tae. I really do."
He softened, a look of understanding in his eyes. "Okay. I'll keep your secret. But you have to promise me you'll be careful."
And so, Taehyung became our unlikely confidante. He was surprisingly good at keeping secrets, never once letting slip a hint of what he knew to the other members. He became more than just a fellow idol; he became a friend, someone I could confide in about the complexities of my forbidden relationship.
Over the next few weeks, Taehyung and I spent a lot of time talking. He was fascinated by my relationship with Y/N, peppering me with questions about how we met, what we did on our dates, what we loved about each other.
"It's like something out of a drama," he said one afternoon, leaning back against the wall in the practice room. "The secret meetings, the stolen kisses, the constant fear of getting caught. It's so... intense."
"It is intense," I agreed, a smile playing on my lips. "But it's also amazing. I've never felt like this before."
Taehyung listened intently as I gushed about Y/N. The way he made me laugh, the way he challenged me to be a better person, the way he looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.
"He sounds pretty special," Taehyung said quietly, a wistful look in his eyes.
"He is," I replied, my voice full of emotion.
Taehyung became my sounding board, my confidant, the one person who knew the truth about my secret love. He offered advice, support, and a non-judgmental ear whenever I needed it. He was the unexpected ally in my forbidden romance, and I was grateful for his presence in my life.
Of course, keeping the secret was still a constant strain. Every time Y/N snuck into my room, I was on edge, listening for footsteps, ready to jump at the slightest sound. Every time I saw Lisa, Jisoo, or Jennie, I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I was keeping something so important from them.
I knew that eventually, the truth would have to come out. I couldn't keep living in the shadows forever. But for now, I was content to live in our little bubble of stolen moments, cherishing the love that we had found in the most unexpected of circumstances.
One evening, as Y/N and I were cuddling on my bed, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink, I turned to him and said, "You know, this isn't sustainable, right?"
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern. "I know," he said softly. "We can't keep hiding forever."
"So, what do we do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He took my hand in his, his touch sending a familiar spark through me. "We figure it out," he said, his voice full of determination. "We face it together, whatever happens."
And in that moment, I knew that we would. We would navigate the treacherous waters of fame and secrecy, and we would find a way to make our love work. Because what we had was too precious, too real, to let it slip away. We had found each other in a world that tried to dictate our every move, and we would fight to protect the love that had blossomed in the shadows.