BLACKPINK X READER - IMAGINES & AUs (GXG)

My Artist (Rosé)

Warning: It's boring af, but ya'll deserve some fluff after all the angst I've published. Warning: some indication of a possible disorder. 

Rosé's POV

I look around the bright art exhibit, I notice that there's a decent amount of people today which means more chances for my pieces to get bought by someone. 

I spend the next half an hour walking around, drinking cheap wine and occasionally chatting with some prospect buyers, unfortunately the exhibit is closing soon, and no one has bought any of my work yet. 

I decided to stand next to the table that had the snacks and drinks, I got tired of walking around already and was ready to call it a night, that was until a very excited Anne approached me. 

Anne: "so, guess what?"

Rosé: "What?"

She rolls her eyes at my refusal to cooperate with her little game.

Anne: "someone just bought two of your pieces!" 

My eyes widen in joy, just when I thought I was going home empty handed tonight this God sent person bought not only 1 but 2 of my pieces.

We both squeal in excitement. 

Anne: "And she's paying in cash so, you'll get your payout right away" 

My smile widens even more. 

Anne grabs my wrist and pulls me with her. 

Anne: "c'mon let me introduce you to her" 

She basically runs towards where my paintings were, a woman closely examining them, she had a wine glass in her hand, but it seems untouched- like she hasn't taken any sip of it. She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater dress and a dark colored coat. 

"I'll buy this one too, Anne" the stranger spoke feeling her arrival beside her but as she finally turns to look at Anne, she looks slightly taken aback by my presence. 

Anne: "that's great! By the way, y/n this is Roseanne, she's the artist."

I clear my throat reaching a handout for a handshake which she accepted, we shook hands briefly. 

Y/n: "it's nice to meet you, your paintings are beautiful" she says with a monotone. 

Rosé: "thank you for buying them" I briefly respond, a little intimidated by her presence. She said they're beautiful, but her facial expression doesn't really show that, I mean- not even a smile or anything.

Y/n: "the pleasure's mine, Roseanne" she says with the same tone. Despite the unexpressive tone, hearing her say my name made my heart flutter for some reason. 

I watch her closely as her eyes continues to wonder on my paintings, her unoccupied hands kept on tugging at her shirt trying to straighten it.  

Anne cuts in as the comfortable silence takes over. 

Anne: "Ms. y/l/n, please, follow me this way so we can arrange everything" she guides y/n where she has to make the payment and to arrange the logistics of the paintings. 

I take a step back, looking at my paintings as I am left alone. 

I'll be eating good these coming few weeks because of these. 

and I have y/n to thank for that. 

A few minute passes, and Anne once again appears beside me. 

Anne: "here's your cut" she hands me an envelope with the money in it and she also fishes something out from her pocket.