𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊.

Chapter V

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◂ TW ▸

There will be references and allusions to sexual assault. NOTHING will be explicitly depicted, however, even the language of the issue can be hard for some people, so I don't want anyone going into this blind or be caught off guard. Also, there WILL BE depictions of seizures, vomit, and violence. If those bother you, skip the middle entirely. You'll miss out on a few things but overall it shouldn't affect the story too much.

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7:03 AM

Jennie

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Pausing the lazy back and forth rock of her hand, Chaeyoung let the toothbrush dangle from her lips as she glanced down at the lit up screen resting on the edge of her sink.

Sighing with resigned acceptance at the increasingly familiar early morning chime of her phone, Chaeyoung thoughtlessly moved to swipe open the message.

And promptly inhaled a mouthful of foam.

Chaeyoung knew giving Jennie access to her phone number had been a mistake.

She had known it from the second lithe fingers had tapped away at her screen, without even the facade of asking permission. And yet still, somehow, she hadn't quite realized the inevitable trainwreck it would be.

Toothbrush falling from her lips with a clatter, Chaeyoung felt her chest burn as she coughed through tears and scrambled to snatch up her phone. Slumping against the sink, Chaeyoung pressed a hand over her forehead in a daze.

Wild tumbling waves of dark hair practically glowed in a soft light that filtered through some unseen window in the background, Jennie's body perfectly framed in the image burning itself through Chaeyoung's screen. A loose-fitting midnight blue button up, draped off the sides of delicate shoulders, the richness of its color making creamy skin all the more vibrant. Swathes of collarbones and flexing tendons made Chaeyoung's mouth water.

Long fingers rested demurely over the swell of Jennie's satin-bound chest, the sheer swirling pattern of florals doing little to cover the pink of a straining nipple.

Chaeyoung's eyes slid from alabaster skin and onyx lace to the rose-colored set of lips that sat just inside the frame. Pouty and full, Chaeyoung felt a throb of arousal at the memory of how they felt against her own.

A feeling she had very dutifully been refraining from partaking in since the... interesting evening a week prior.

Oscillating dots lit up after a few moments of short-circuited staring, Chaeyoung straightening and sending furtive glances around herself despite being very much alone in her own bathroom.

7:03 AM

Jennie

Oops

Jennie

Meant to send that to my priest

Goddamn Jennie.

Shaking her head with a disgruntled garble of protest, Chaeyoung swished and spit what little paste hadn't made its way to her lungs and promptly darkened her phone screen.