Midnights In Paris | Jenlisa

Nights Like This

Chaeyoung doesn't like the city. She understands it now, when her nose still never ceases to look for the smell of the salt on her skin, her eyes for the sand on her clothes and her heart, for her. After all this time, she just realizes it.

Moving to Seoul hadn't been her idea, just like it wasn't for Paris. It never was. If it had been a choice, she'd say she has a tendency of making the wrong ones. But, again, it just never seems to be the case with her.

Following Lisa had felt like the natural flow of events, carrying them on a new, exciting shore, rather than crashing them. Leaving the bore of Busan in favor of shiny new Seoul was the dream of every teenager. Or, at least, it should be.

She watched the brightness of Lisa's doe eyes and imagined it was enough to predict their future. Of course, she was wrong. Because Lisa's eyes got dull and she was the one who crashed the future they used to dream about. It wasn't her choice, yet she had been the one responsible.

That day, when Lisa was coming towards her, feet fast yet unmoving, she had wanted to run. Not away from her, but with her. Instead, she had taken a closer look, one she had been afraid to take the day she went to Jennie's apartment. She quickly found out why.

Her eyes had gotten darker and, as Lisa talked, Chaeyoung couldn't help herself but wonder if a heartbreak could do that, darken your spirit. By the way her own figure reflected on lifeless orbits, she found her answer.

"What happened to us?" she had wanted not to ask, but scream. Because it seemed that nothing she said could reach Lisa. She was far away from her, still. An ocean apart.

"Not to talk about how Jisoo was so heartbroken she literally had to change country to get some peace of mind, how's that for "it wasn't easy for us"?"

And Jisoo actually was, an ocean apart. Part of her felt grateful for Lisa's reminder. She needed to be reminded everyday and every hour of each day. She deserved to know that there was a heart who had loved her more than her own self, bleeding, thousands of miles away from her. Rather than to heal, to survive.

Yet, it didn't stop her lungs from emptying and her stomach to drop. Her name, blasphemous to Jennie's ears, had sounded sacred leaving Lisa's lips; so long she hadn't heard it, that she had expected Jisoo to turn the corner and meet them right there and right then.

"I can't believe that someone who grew up by the beach could be scared of the water"

Jisoo walked behind Chaeyoung, trying to fit her footprints with the girl's in front of her, so that it would be harder for the waves to wash them away. Obviously, they still did.

That made Jisoo chuckle. She had never been a sentimental person one day in her life, until she met Chaeyoung.

"You can love the ocean and still be afraid of it" Chaeyoung answered, her voice getting mixed with the crashing of the waves at night, but Jisoo was too focused on the swaying of golden, sandy, hair to hear her.

"In the same way I love you and I'm afraid of you at the same time"

That, had made it to Jisoo's ears. Loud and clear. Her feet halted, allowing her brain to process the words. But, no matter how fast she begged her mind to work, she came up with nothing. Noticing how the blonde had kept walking, she rushed after her, still stepping exactly where she had.

"Why?" She had managed to say, a little short of breath and a little nervous to know the answer.

Chaeyoung finally turned around, a shy smile on her mouth, as she muttered the words that would make and ruin Jisoo's life all at once.