Sheets | Chaelisa converted

Chapter 40

Chaeyoung woke to a fluttering feeling trekking across her cheeks, as if tiny feet were skipping across her skin. Her face scrunched up at the feeling, which immediately stopped when she rolled over. A chuckle sounded from above her head as her head softly pressed against a hard yet comforting stomach.

"Goo-morn-ngh," she mumbled, not quite able to enunciate her words through the thickness of sleep.

"Mhmm," Lisa hummed, pulling Chaeyoung closer with the arm that was locked around her waist. "Morning, baby."

Smiling against Lisa's chest at the pet name, Chaeyoung forced her eyes open to blearily peer up at her girlfriend. Through the haze of her imperfect vision, she could see that Lisa's eyes were laden with sleep but her mouth pulled up in a lazy smile as she slowly collected her consciousness.

"You're up earlier than usual," Chaeyoung commented, pulling away from Lisa slightly to rub her eyes. "Something wrong?"

"Does something have to be wrong?" Lisa asked, snorting while her body flexed to prop herself up with a bent arm, head cradled in her hand. Rolling her eyes, Chaeyoung wiped the crust of sleep away from her eyes, Lisa's perfectly sculpted features soon becoming clear.

"You're never up before nine, let alone before me, so excuse me for being suspicious," she said, sitting up in the bed to peer at the clock. It was only 7am, and the alarm set on her phone hadn't gone off yet. Lisa just laughed at her words, inching closer so Lisa could lie her head on Chaeyoung's lap, her dark hair falling from her face to brush against the younger girl's thighs. Lisa's smile faded when she raised her hands up to press against Chaeyoung's face, likely running her fingers over the darkness under her eyes.

Despite waking up in a serene state, the night itself had not been as pleasant. Chaeyoung's dreams had been turbulent, a relentless nightmare where she kept running and running behind the shadow of her father, her mother's wails trailing behind her and Jisoo's curses nipping at her heels. When she finally reached her father's back he would turn, but before she could see his face the scene would change. She would be in the middle of the school hall amongst a sea of faceless bodies, but despite them having no faces she could feel their non-existent eyes on her. Again she was running, running through these halls as a chorus of voices screamed at her.

"Gay," they yelled. Amongst the throng of faceless images, a few stood out from the crowd. Mingyu, Sana, Nayeon and Hoshi sneered at her from the side, disgust twisting their features. She ran and ran, her own throat raw as she screamed one word.

One name.

Lisa.

And then, suddenly, the nightmare would end and she would wake up, chest panting and eyes damp. When she woke with Lisa's arms around her, the Thai girls chest rising and falling steadily and her heartbeat pulsing though her shirt and into Chaeyoung's, the panic would subside and the fear would end. Lisa had woken up the first time, Chaeyoung's fingers clutching at her shirt enough to pull her out of her own dreams. Lisa had murmured comforting words to her girlfriend in a husky, half-asleep voice tinged with concern, her voice growing more and more distant as it lulled Chaeyoung back into sleep. When she woke fitfully the second time, Lisa was in a deep sleep, and Chaeyoung didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead, she pressed herself against Lisa's warm body, and that was enough.

She would always be enough.

But now, Lisa could clearly tell that after she fell back asleep the first time, it was not the same for the other girl.

"Didn't sleep well after?" Lisa asked quietly, making Chaeyoung shake her head, though a smile spread across her face at the concern.

"I'm fine now, though," she said earnestly, hands running through Lisa's hair. "Honest." Lisa didn't respond, instead hooking her hands around the back of Chaeyoung's neck, pulling her downwards. Grinning a little, Chaeyoung's eyes instinctively fluttered shut as their faces neared each other, Lisa's lips brushing against her own.