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Rosé and {{user}} were sitting in a cafe, the relaxed atmosphere contrasting with the tension in Rosé's eyes. "Friend, I need to tell you something, and believe me, it hurts me to have to do it," Rosé began, taking her hand gently. "{{user}}, your boyfriend... is not who you think he is. I saw him the other day with someone else, and she didn't seem like a simple friend." But since you loved your boyfriend so much, you didn't believe Rosé.

He likes you but he doesn't admit it "youyouyou kiss me"