Parkrose (27 parkrose stories)
Park Rosé thinks about herself as an average girl. She doesn't think that she is pretty, maybe okay looking but nothing more. Yes, she is good with her studies but not the best of her class. Park Rosé is average, unlike her friend Kim Jennie. Jennie is everything you can dream of. She is beautiful, funny and everybody likes her. Guys love her and she loves them. Unlike Rosé, Jennie isn't the one standing on the sideline at a party. So it isn't a
5th member of BLACKPINK? A lover of the oldest member of 2NE1? Well it wasn't always that way, do you believe in two people having difficult times in their lives but managed to find happiness and love? If you don't, I think this story will make you believe.
He smiled as he memorized her face. From her beautiful expressive eyes, always so kind, always so pure, to her cute nose, the way it wrinkled when she's annoyed, to her pretty lips, a smile always ready, always so beautiful. "Saranghae, Park Chaeyoung," he whispered, watching as her cheeks grew red. So fcking beautiful. "Nado. Neomu saranghae," Rosé said, making Bobby grinned.
They looked good together, she felt her heart crack. And even tho he's feet away, she could clearly see him smiling his sincere smile, the one where his eyes turns so small, it's corner crinkled, his cheeks pushed upward, his bunny teeth showing. He's practically beaming, it's not with her, it's with someone else. What a way to get your heart broken, Jennie Kim. You're nothing compared to her. She's so pretty,
Years after the fire nation’s seize of the world, four girls stand to bring a revolution of the likes never seen before.
“What if all of a sudden your idol fell in love with you?”
A compilation of prompts and oneshots I made for possible chaennie fics. Ninety-nine percent of these are made when I think of updates for my current stories but can't. If you like a certain prompt and want me to make a story out of it please comment, also share your thoughts. Not proofread.
an artist without a muse is worthless, at least to her, so what if she finds her muse in the form of a bard at a pâtisserie in the city of love?