Sheets | Chaelisa converted

Chapter 1

Because Chaeyoung knew who she was.

"Lisa Manoban," She whispered, eyes widening as the other girls name seemed to cause her to stir.

Lisa looked almost unrecognisable to how Chaeyoung usually knew her. She looked peaceful and gentle, her soft features breaking out when she was in a slumber. It was a contrast to her usual smirks and cold glances.

"Be quiet, I'm sleeping," Lisa's sleepy, rough voice groaned the sound reverberating through her chest, which was pressed against Chaeyoung's arm which lay stiff between the two girls' bodies. Her voice seemed to flick a switch inside of Chaeyoung because one moment she was lying there like a carcass, and the next she was up on her feet and scrambling to pick up her clothes that seemed to be everywhere.

First her underwear and jeans, which were on the end of the bed with her phone still nestled in the back pocket, her underwear on the floor beside them. It took a little while of glancing around but she finally located her T-shirt was on top of the desk, beneath what she guessed was the shirt Lisa had been wearing last night. The graphic prints and light material gave it away. One of her socks dangled from the edge of the desk chair while the other was nowhere to be seen.

One of her shoes was by the door, the other dangling by the laces on the doorknob, a sign that whoever was behind the door did not want to be disturbed. This thought only made Chaeyoung want to feel sick.  She quickly pulled on her clothes, her jeans still unfastened, her shirt on back to front and inside out. With her converse still unlaced she took off running out the door.

She didn't care where - She just wanted to get out of there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," The Korean girl chanted as she ran, her sore feet taking her around the street corner. It wasn't until she was completely out of breath, feet hurting and chest heaving that she realised she was standing on her doorstep, her feet managing to take her back home despite her head being a complete mess. Banging on the door, she frantically runs her hand through her long light hair, nails scraping the dark roots that were beginning to break through. The usually thin and neatly kept locks were matted with sweat and God knows what else, almost crunchy under her fingers. So many knots that she knew it was going to be an absolute nightmare to untangle. Glancing around, her fist still slamming against the wood panel between the glass inlay of the door, she swallowed thickly as she saw her neighbour, Maggie staring at her with curious eyes under her visor. Maggie's hands, which had been busy trimming the hedge that separated their homes, became idle as she tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowing.

Not a moment too soon, her fist suddenly met air mid-knock as the door swung open, revealing her older sister, who was giving her an amused look as she held her toothbrush between her teeth. Brushing past her and slamming the door shut, leaning on it heavily, Chaeyoung coughed and slapped her hand on her chest, trying to physically will it to calm.

"Mum will be happy to know that you're not dead in a ditch somewhere," Jisoo smirked as she popped the toothbrush out of her mouth, wiping the stray white suds from the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, a little dribbling onto the front of her oversized shirt, which hung down past her waist to her mid thigh. The bottom of her loose shorts were almost invisible under the large shirt, which hid her slender figure under its fabric. Her brown hair was tied in a loose knot on the top of her head, slightly lopsided with the weight of her long hair, the towel hairband barely holding back the shorter strands from her face.

"I'm alive. I think," Chaeyoung breathed out, voice strained after running, Jisoo's eyes alight as she grinned.

"I told her you were staying at Jennie's house, even though you clearly weren't. You can thank me later, I take cash or credit," her older sister laughed, her free hand looping itself around her own.