𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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Another peaceful and quiet morning dawned over the Korean capital Seoul.

As it always is, no matter what day of the week, many people were already on the streets at this time to either go to their place of work or to simply, without any extraordinary reason, go for a coffee or to get some fresh air.

One could say, the inhabitants of the Korean city are already for a long time fit, lively, awake and on the legs....

Well...most of them anyways.

While many important-looking, tie-wearing men were already running through the streets with irritated nerves, hanging on their business calls and the other inhabitants of Seoul were busily going about their daily business, Chaeyoung was still lying motionless in bed.

So motionless that one could have thought that she isn't even breathing.

The warming, thick blanket of her bed covered almost her entire upper body.

Only her arms stretched out in her sideways lying position, crossed over each other.

Her entire body was in a sleeping state that could not have been more peaceful, until the sun began to push its bright rays through the curtains of her room, directly onto her eyes, which, unlike other girls with long hair, were not covered by those tousled strands.

Instead, her blonde strands of hair rested perfectly along the side of her face and her jawline almost as if it was deliberate and made that way.

Talking about a sleeping beauty.

The princess like girl opened her eyes only when the sun's rays woke her up nicely and gently by shining warmly directly on her eyelids that had been closed until just now.

With a puckered face that reflected exactly how sleepy she actually still is, she slowly lifted her head from her feather like soft pillow and shortly thereafter turned onto her back, pulling her blanket down slightly to the center of her stomach.

With a brief, tired exhale, she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, her vision still slightly blurry and foggy, as is normal when one is freshly awake.

Afterwards, the blonde dropped both of her arms next to her slender body on the mattress and looked only at her ceiling, without any further movements.

But this was not only because her body and thus its motor function were still charging, but because her thoughts and memories of last night had pulled her into a trance already.

Only, the blonde did not remember her actions with Jennie with a big feeling of remorse, anger and sadness like the first time they spent the night involved with eachother, but with happiness, a satisfied feeling and even with a smile.

Chaeyoung herself was more than clearly aware that this, reliving these memories with joy instead of renewed remorse as she could be so stupid and weak to give in to Jennie again, is more than controversial considering her behavior of the last entire week, but the images she repeated in her head of the past hours, Jennie's hot breath, the full contact of her bare, warm body, her fingers, her neck, her lips, her eyes and her lustful, seductive view, just everything, still made her stomach tingle and filled her body with pleasant but burning warmth.

Chaeyoung's smile widened a bit as she rubbed her eyes once more and then jerked herself upright into a sitting position.

She dropped her arms sweetly into the gap between her legs stretched out under the thick blanket as the so far completely ignored but actually very interesting and relevant question suddenly crept into her head.

How did she even get home?

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Looking down at herself, her upper body again adorned with her jet black bra, Chaeyoung was buttoning the button of her pants infront of her stomach when she noticed what kind of enormous warmth still prevailed within the four walls of the small room.