𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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Warmth, softness and a trace of a comforted feeling surrounded Chaeyoung, who, despite the light rays of the sun that just shone through the window into the room and illuminated it, was still sleeping peacefully, snuggled up with the blanket just above her collarbone.

Her eyes were closed, as were her lips, while the only sound filling the large room was the rustling of the blanket that her sleeping body was still sharing with another.

Only this other, equally warmed up and slender body next to her, was not still in a shut down, resting state like hers, but in one that was slowly charging with wakefulness.

As Jennie felt herself and her body slowly waking up, her first and for now only reaction was to slowly turn from her back to her left side, almost without any strength in her muscles, keeping her eyes closed.

Still with the slight darkness of her closed eyelids, the brunette enjoyed the feeling of the soft fabric of her blanket on her bare legs and upper body, while she snuggled the side of her face, along with her slightly messy strands of hair a little more into her directly absorbing, feather-soft pillow.

She enjoyed the feeling of knowing that she is in no way obligated to leave her bed and it's comfort anytime soon, since today, fortunately, is no annoying and boring school, which soon put a small, sweet, sleepy smile on her lips.

But this change in the corners of her mouth counted not only for the freedom that this Saturday brings, but also the satisfied feeling that made itself felt in her body and made her briefly think back to the past hours.

Soft lips on her neck and decollete, a slim, perfectly and smoothly moving waist in her hands and eyes that had a fire in them as if it had been lit by the devil and hell itself, soaked in heavy breathing and moaning expressions of pure satisfaction and pleasure.

All these moments and feelings, which she could feel again in her whole body by just thinking about them, made the corners of Jennie's mouth go up even more and thus her smile grow, just like only a few hours ago, when the room was not illuminated by the natural light of the sun but only by the dimmed light of her bedside lamp.

The brunette could have stayed like this for hours longer without making even the slightest movement, resting and sleeping just as she did, enveloped in the warmth of her blanket, if the sun's rays that easily and unhindered made their way through her window, which was not closed with curtains, had not become more and more glaring and bright, forcing Jennie's eyelids to open.

But, before she could even contort her face or complain inwardly with words or outwardly with a grouchy grown about the disturbing light of the sun, Jennie felt as if someone had shot her straight through the heart with an arrow.

Her entire left side of her chest suddenly heated up with a warmth she had never felt before, and the brunette even thought she felt her heart skip a beat and then continue pumping at a faster rhythm.

And all this because the angelic face of Chaeyoung, which was shining brighter than any sunbeam that filled Jennie's room, was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.

The blonde's face laid just inches from hers on the soft pillow, her eyes still closed and the corners of her mouth in a straight position, and the longer Jennie let her eyes glide over the many perfect, sweet details of Chaeyoung's face, the more she forgot everything around her for the moment.

Even that she wanted to be confused why her heart beats faster although there was neither a spark of eroticism, sex, make-out or Chanel, the things that usually make her heartbeat go through the ceiling, in the air.

From her so sweet, soft looking cheeks, to her so kissable lips, to her perfectly shaped eyebrows that appeared in just a slightly darker shade of blonde than her hair, all of this, and the warm, comforted feeling that Chaeyoung and her so calm closeness gave her, felt to Jennie almost like a sight to get used to.