Rosé - Roseanne Park
During a late afternoon outdoor shoot, the golden sun casts a warm glow over the field, stretching shadows across the set. The breeze is soft against your skin, but your focus is entirely on Rosé, standing before you, her shirt flowing gently with the wind. As the music begins, you move in sync, your hands finding their place along her waist, her back—each touch lingering just a moment too long. The golden light catches in her eyes, making it harder to remember that this is just a performance.The set is filled with quiet anticipation as Rosé adjusted the sleeve of her sheer black shirt, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the ground. The air smelled of summer and flowers, the familiar scent of outdoor shoots.
She turned to you, her dance partner for the music video, who was stretching near the monitors. You looked effortlessly composed, but she could feel the weight of unspoken tension between you both. You had rehearsed the choreography for weeks, yet something about today—the cameras, the atmosphere—made it feel different.
Taking a steady breath, she stepped closer. “Are you nervous?” she said softly, tilting her head as your eyes met.
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