(☆ʀᴏsé ᴘᴏᴠ☆)

I reluctantly prepared myself for another day at school. The weight of sadness hung heavy in my heart. As I put on my usual attire, a sense of emptiness filled the room.

"Don't tell me you're going to wear that," Unnie remarked, her voice dripping with disappointment. She pointed at my dress, a clear disapproval etched on her face.

Confused, I asked, "What's wrong with it?"

"It looks... I'll find you something else to wear," she said, her words laced with dissatisfaction.

She handed me a beautiful dress, made of silk fabric in a dark pink shade that I adored. It lacked excessive embellishments, but it was elegant enough for a special occasion.

"But-" I began to protest, but my words trailed off.

"What's the matter?" she inquired, her tone filled with concern.

"I have to do chores," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes widened as if she couldn't comprehend the truth that I had just revealed. "They made you do chores?" she questioned, her disbelief evident.

"No, I do it willingly," I lied, trying to mask the pain that swelled within me.

"Why?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"I just want to distract myself," I replied, my voice cracking. "I don't have a family to share my love and happiness with. I don't have a sister to confide in or share my experiences with."

I feigned a tearful expression, knowing that sometimes manipulation is the only way to be heard when words fail. This tactic had never failed me before.

Unnie's expression softened, and she spoke with reassurance, "Don't worry, I'm here for you. Remember, I'll never leave your side. You don't have to do chores anymore. Go to school."

Relief washed over me, and I mustered a genuine expression of gratitude as I embraced her tightly.

～>')～～～

While walking, a wolf came charging at me and accidentally knocked me down. I must have blacked out for a minute. But guess what? The wolf transformed into a man right before my eyes!

He seemed genuinely concerned and asked if I was okay, fearing the worst. I reassured him that I was fine, although my dress got a bit dusty from the fall. Phew! I'm so grateful to be alright, but he seemed puzzled by my lack of enthusiasm for life.

To lighten the mood, I couldn't help but point out that he should probably put on some clothes. He blushed and asked if he could borrow something. I was taken aback for a moment but quickly composed myself. "Of course, you can borrow something," I stammered.

I gave him my hankie, but it was too small, so I ended up tearing off a piece of my skirt. Now I have a shorter skirt, which isn't exactly how I planned my day to go. Oh well!

By the way, I was actually on my way to school when all of this happened.

Unfortunately, I didn't even catch the man's name, although I must admit he was quite handsome, and no romantic feelings were involved. I finally made it to class, albeit very late.

"Sorry miss, maybe you are at the wrong place, this is not a bar or club but a classroom." My teacher said without sparing me a second glance.

When I introduced myself as Rosé, the whole class was left speechless. I don't think my skirt made a whole lot of difference though.
I noticed students whispering amongst themselves, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Even as a werewolf, my hearing has its limits!

(✯JISOO POV.✯)

"Did you see that girl?"

I heard whispers from many people, but it seemed they were in a different class. Thanks to my exceptional hearing abilities.

"She's not any new girl, she's Rosé."

"I might just make her my new girlfriend."

"What about your current girlfriend?"

That's none of my concern so I've blocked that out.

Rosie...

LISA!!

I approached Lisa and gave her my usual warm hug. But today, something was off. She didn't hug me back, nor did she smile or say anything.

"What's wrong?" I asked confidently, with my charming accent.

"It's my mate," she trailed off.

My eyes turned ice-cold in an instant. I could feel my inner alpha screaming to be unleashed, but I held it back.

Hold it in, direct your anger towards someone else.

"What about your mate?" I questioned assertively.

"I haven't found them," she replied.

"You can always be with me if you never find your mate," I stated matter-of-factly.

"But when you do find your mate, they'll become your priority. I'll just be your best friend while they become the love of your life," she said sadly.

How much I wanted to tell her that I have feelings for her, and no mate could ever compare to the love I have for her.

"Not going to happen," I declared firmly, making it my final judgment.

She sighed, knowing deep down that she could never win a fight against me.

(☆ROSÉ POV.☆)

I tried my hardest to keep my head down and focus on the class, but alas, the whispers had to intrude and turn my life into a pitiful spectacle.

Oh, what a joy it is to be surrounded by such thoughtful souls who grasp the concept of personal boundaries and consideration. I'm torn between immersing myself in their captivating conversation or gracefully pretending it doesn't exist. Truly, a perplexing dilemma.

Summoning my last ounce of courage, I mustered the strength to stand up abruptly and inquire about visiting the washroom. I made sure to speak with utmost clarity, hoping for a moment of tranquility.

But alas, the response I received was a masterpiece of passive-aggressive disdain. "Oh, by all means, go to the washroom, but please refrain from causing any more disturbances, even if you are Rosé. Your behavior today was truly awe-inspiring in its lack of respect."

How am I to comprehend my wrongdoing? It remains a mystery for the ages.

I sauntered my way to the washroom, absentmindedly closing the door to the 4 stalls.

But then, out of nowhere, I was forcefully pushed against the wall.
My heart skipped a beat.

The air grew thick, making it difficult to catch my breath.

Was it just the rising temperature or was it me feeling all hot and bothered?

And then, a seductive voice whispered, "Fancy meeting you here, my enchanting queen,"

Oh, Jennie!

(✯JENNIE'S POV.✯)

"CAN I PLEASE USE THE WASHROOM?"

Oh for the love of everything, can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?

But no, it had to be that annoying voice.

'So sweet and innocent.' My inner wolf said.

What the hell happened to my inner wolf? Why is she thinking like that?

"Maybe being sarcastic?" I muttered to myself as I stormed out of the class without even bothering to inform anyone. I have the right to do that, don't I?
At least that's what I thought. But of course, I had to inform the teacher first, because apparently, that's the proper thing to do. So I begrudgingly told the teacher I had a problem and stormed off to the washroom.

Thank goodness it was a male teacher. If it were a female, she would have bombarded me with her never-ending questions like -

"Are you okay?"
"Is it that time of the month?"
"Does it hurt?"
"What happened?"
And God knows what else?

I rushed to the washroom, determined to beat that Rosé girl to it. I mean, who does she think she is? But lucky for me, no one was here.

'Perfect.' My inner wolf chimed.

Perfect for what exactly? I'm not planning on killing her, okay?

Now, which damn stall should I choose?

"Number 4," my wolf commanded.

Why?

"Because it's number 4!"

But-

"4."
"4."
"4."
"4."
"4."
"4."
"4."
...
...
.

It just kept repeating 4 like some annoying song, and I had to comply out of sheer irritation.

Don't think I went straight to that stall. I tried another one too, but my damn wolf turned into a rapper and kept chanting 4, making me turn my foot back and here I am, standing with a poker face.

Waiting for that slow walker.

I leaned against the stall wall, my eyes lighting up as the door swung open.

In sauntered a girl, radiating a rosy glow.

With a mischievous grin, I playfully pressed her slender body against the opposite wall.

"Well, well, we meet again, my Queen," I teased, my wolf taking over.

For some unknown reason, my words made Rosé blush, a secret thrill dancing in her eyes.

I couldn't help but let my gaze roam up and down her figure, a desire stirring within me that I thought was reserved only for Jennie.

Oh, the allure...

I couldn't resist licking my lips, a not-so-subtle hint of what was on my mind.

Finally, I took in her face, her messy bun, the slightly undone shirt, and the tantalizingly short skirt that revealed her inner thighs. A cut on her lip, which she sensually licked, added to her irresistible bad girl image.

And bad girls, well, they certainly deserve a little punishment, don't they?

The sight of the blood stain on her lip made me yearn to taste her lips.

But instead of giving in to temptation, I pounced on her playfully. And to my delight, she let out a seductive moan, sending shivers down my spine.

(☆ROSÉ POV.☆)

Her gaze traced every inch of my being, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-doubt. What if I didn't meet her standards? What if she despised me for it?

The mere thought of her hating me saddened my heart.

In my uncertainty, I fixated on my lips, convinced they were far from perfect. So, I instinctively moistened them with a gentle lick.

Yet, amidst this apprehension, a fervent electricity crackled between us.

And then, unexpectedly, she leaned in-

Her lips found solace on my neck, catching me off guard and evoking a surprised gasp from within me.

She nibbled and kissed my neck, each touch eliciting a symphony of sensations that spilled forth involuntarily from my lips.

"Ah- what are you doing, Je-?" I managed to utter, interrupted by the intensity of her actions.

Her bite grew stronger, causing me to release that sound once more, abruptly halting my sentence.

She ceased her ministrations on my neck, her eyes locked with mine.

"Call me Master," she whispered, her voice laced with an intoxicating desire.

I couldn't explain it, but that's what I called her, for it felt impossible to resist. My body, my soul, my very essence longed for her touch. And she, in all her grace, fulfilled that longing with such tenderness.

"Master!"

(✯JENNIE'S POV.✯)

It was absolutely mind-blowing, the way those words rolled off her luscious lips.

With a burning desire, I began to undo the buttons on her shirt, and she was growing impatient, craving my touch.

Oh, how I adore it!

But now, I decided to take my time, savoring every moment.

She couldn't wait any longer, tearing her shirt apart, urging me to explore beneath.

My hands ventured across her silky smooth back, tracing the contours of her toned stomach. The sensation was so intoxicating, it made me yearn to taste her.

With ease, I lifted her body, guiding her to wrap her legs around my waist, creating an intimate connection. And then, I indulged in the pleasure of licking her upper body, reveling in its velvety smoothness and delectable sweetness.

I always believed that the body lacked flavor, but this homewrecker Rosé proved me wrong.

Her moans were like a seductive melody, urging me to push further, to explore every inch of her.

But suddenly, a wave of consciousness washed over me, and I forcefully removed her from my embrace.

She pouted and whined, her eyes wide with desire.

Isn't she a feisty little bitch? Oh, I'll give her exactly what she craves, but not just yet.

"Later, my place, tomorrow at 4 pm," I whispered, a mischievous wink dancing in my eyes. "I'll be waiting for you in my bed, all alone. Come alone, because I'll be craving your company too."

I have something planned out for her.

✧TO BE CONTINUED-✧

A/N - Hello everyone, please vote if you like it and comment to tell me how much you like this.
This is the biggest chapter I wrote, ever. 2100+ ( excluding a/n ).

Edit(A/N) I just read this again, and I realized that I write 'now' a lot like 'right now' and now. 🤡