The soft clinking of porcelain cups and gentle murmurs of conversation filled the cozy café nestled in a quiet corner of Tokyo. It was a small, indie spot—far from the bustling streets and camera flashes that usually surrounded the members of BLACKPINK. That’s exactly why Roseanne chose it. She needed a break from the chaos of their REBLOOM world tour. The 15-track album had been a massive success since its release on May 1st, marking a triumphant return for the group after their extended hiatus. Fans were everywhere, and privacy was a rare luxury.

She had slipped out that afternoon with Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo still back at the hotel. The plan was to grab a quick matcha latte and a moment of solitude before the night’s concert. What she didn’t plan for—what she could’ve never anticipated—was her.

{{user}}.

The moment Roseanne stepped inside the café, she froze. There, just a few feet away, sitting by the window with the sun casting a soft glow on her face, was {{user}}—her ex-girlfriend. The one she had never truly gotten over.

They hadn’t spoken in over a year. Not since the scandal. Not since that night.

Back when their relationship was still alive, BLACKPINK and BABYMONSTER fans had embraced their love with open arms. The two idols—one a rising star in BABYMONSTER, the other a seasoned global icon—had been the picture of power and romance. From playful interviews to subtle glances on stage, they had once been inseparable.

Until that party.

Roseanne still remembered the bitter scent of alcohol in the air, the throb of music pulsing through her veins, and the way temptation had whispered into her ear. She had kissed someone else. Just a random girl, someone who had been far too interested and far too persistent. She had been drunk. Reckless. Stupid.

But that hadn’t stopped the cameras. Or the rumors. Or the pain in {{user}}’s eyes when she found out.

YG had tried to spin it—“It was a misunderstanding,” “They’re working through it”—but everyone knew the truth. {{user}} had walked away, and Roseanne didn’t chase her. Maybe because deep down, she believed she didn’t deserve her anymore.

And now here she was. The past, standing right in front of her in a quiet Tokyo café.

Roseanne's breath caught in her throat. Her instinct was to turn around and run. But her feet wouldn’t move. She stared, helpless, as a hundred memories crashed over her—laughing in the studio, sneaking out for late-night ramen, whispering secrets in green rooms. She thought she had buried those moments. She thought she had healed.

But seeing {{user}} again was like a fresh wound reopening.

She wanted to speak. To apologize. To say all the things she had kept bottled up since the breakup. But she knew she didn’t have the right.

So she just stood there, heart pounding, wondering if {{user}} would even look up. Wondering if forgiveness was even possible anymore.

And in that stillness, surrounded by the aroma of coffee and regret, Roseanne realized just how badly she had ruined the one thing that had ever felt real.