Lisa still thinks it feels kind of weird, to have Chaeyoung in her space like this. It doesn't feel right for her to exist in this part of Lisa's life, in between college books, and her roommate's posters hang over the walls.
Sometimes it feels like even Lisa doesn't belong there, but she doesn't know what to do with that particular thought, so she leaves it alone near all the other thoughts she doesn't want to have about Chaeyoung.
She doesn't know how Chaeyoung feels about being back either, her back to her as she peruses the room like a museum hall dedicated to Lisa's past.
Lisa watches her silently as she bends over to look at the pictures lined up over her dresser. There aren't a few, but Chaeyoung still manages to settle on the old one of them Lisa had brought back from the dead and put in a frame for all her ghosts to see.
Thankfully, Chaeyoung doesn't say anything, just turns to her, leaning on the dresser, her black shirt draping over itself in the picture-perfect of cool and aloof that Chaeyoung always seemed to be.
"I didn't know you played." Chaeyoung says, nodding her head to Lisa's guitar, stashed away under her desk in a case that used to be black once upon a time, but that now was so covered in pride flag stickers and other kinds of stickers that it managed to look just as chaotic as Lisa's life.
"Oh. Yeah. I picked it up when I was in..." she trails off. She shouldn't be afraid to refer to that part of her life. She just doesn't want to think about it much.
(Another one of those thoughts she rarely wants to have, too.)
"Ah. Cool."
"Wanna hear me play something?" Lisa blurts out, her cheeks flaring red the moment her brain registers the fact she had actually spoken aloud.
"Depends. What songs do you know?" Chaeyoung squints her eyes playfully, and Lisa laughs.
"No The Strokes, I'm afraid."
"The Strokes..." Chaeyoung repeats almost in awe, "And how do you remember that?"
She shrugs her shoulders, busying herself with the opening of the case instead of Chaeyoung's weirdly soft tone of voice, "You used to listen to them a lot."
"I still do."
"Right... but uh, I don't know," she shrugs again, careful not to joggle the guitar in her hands too much, still not brave enough to actually look Chaeyoung in the eye, "Mostly R&B."
"R&B, huh? Can't say I'm surprised."
Chaeyoung's voice sounds fond, like days past coated in honey and sunshine, and it doesn't feel enough, to just hear it, she wants to watch her, she wants to see her. She knows she won't be coming back from that though, so she nods and focuses back on the guitar strings.
She gives an experimental strum and frowns at the twang she receives back. She strums again, this time the guitar echoing in tune.
"So, what do you want to hear?"
"Anything, impress me."
Lisa rolls her eyes, her fingers picking the song before her brain catches up. She shouldn't be singing a love song to Chaeyoung. She opens her mouth.
Oh, shit. I'm singing a love song to Chaeyoung.
She misses her cue, her throat feeling too dry all of the sudden. She shakes her head and tries again.
It's you
It's always you
If I'm ever gonna fall in love
I know it's gon' be you
It's you
It's always you
Met a lot of people
But nobody feels like you (...)
