a year of sundays || Chaennie

April

warnings: I don't really have any, just get ready for gayness

April
Jennie thinks that spring might be her favorite season.

The artist in her likes every season; the light of winter, the heat of summer, the colors in autumn but there's a freshness in spring that has always filled her body and mind with a clean joy. Her father sometimes comments, with a wry smile, that Jennie always announces that whichever season they're in at the time is her favorite. She smiles secretly to herself at the sound of his deep voice filling her thoughts. Kim Changho is simply a gift to this world, and that has become more apparent over the last few days for her. He's kind, soft, and has rough hands that protect and hold her like she's the most precious thing in the world, like he couldn't have ever imagined holding something so important in his wildest dreams.

While Chaeyoung makes her feel heard, special, and important her father makes her feel like a hero and despite how scary things seem to her Jennie can't help but be blessed with what those two provide for her.

A voice interrupts her thoughts. She looks through the steam of her coffee to look at Chaeyoung; her eyes are alight with amusement and questions and Jennie is thankful for the large windows in the back room of the diner casting such an attractive light over her eyes and cheekbones. Full lips tease into the shape of a smile when she asks her, "Jennie, what are you thinking about?". She bites her lip to hold back any urges she feels for Chaeyoung and those lips.

"My dad," she answers easily before deciding to bite the proverbial bullet and simply be honest with her. They haven't kissed again since a week ago at the side of their little river but that doesn't mean that the taste of her, the memory of her, still isn't as fresh as it had been when they'd pulled back that first time. "And you."

"An interesting combination," she snickers and Jennie rolls her eyes at her, watching as the blonde curls her long fingers around the fruit tea she's taken to drinking the past few weeks and she wonders, briefly, if she'll prefer the taste of it when she licks it from the seam of her lips. "I have to admit though as nice as it is to hear that I'm on your mind, is everything okay with you and your father?"

Chaeyoung is so genuinely interested that Jennie feels her heart stutter over her words but she offers her a calm smile as she looks at the brunette. She knows that she has thought it before but it hits her again, as the brown of the other girl's eyes glint, as the slant of her jaw tightens, she has never had someone look at her like Chaeyoung does. Like every word Jennie is going to say is going to be just as important as the last.

"Everything is perfect," Jennie tells her and she settles at that. Something warms inside of her that she simply believed her words without prompt, that she's content in believing that she is telling her the truth. Jennie can't stop herself from reaching under the table and placing her hand on her knee. Chaeyoung startles a little but then her cheeks color in the prettiest pink Jennie has ever seen and she drops her own hand to lay on top of hers, their fingers tickling the sides of each other before intertwining. "I told him that I think I like girls."

Chaeyoung freezes for a second but her eyes fill with pride which Jennie can hear in her voice when she says, "Jennie, did you really? I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," she laughs and can't believe how it feels to say that. Liking girls had never crossed her mind as prominently as it has in recent months and she knows she has it easier than other people, that she came to the realization slowly and naturally and that it scares her less than it may for others. But she's proud of herself too. "He told me that he loves me."

"Of course he does," Chaeyoung smiles and Jennie feels her hold her hand tighter. "How do you feel?"

"Brave."