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Chapter 8 - Two Halves, One Whole

AN: Thank you for your patience in waiting for this last Chapter (again, I severely underestimated the free time I would have during the final rush before Summer holidays). Thank you to all of you who read, commented and voted this story. As usual, credits to the original story go to 'thefooliam'.

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Jisoo spends ninety per cent of the following day shifting uncomfortably in her seat for many reasons.

Most of them are Chaeyoung.

She'd always wondered, growing up, if people felt different after. She wondered if the people around her would know what had happened. She realizes now that the only differences she feels are within herself. She's the only person here who knows what happened last night on a Wednesday evening. She's the only person here who knows what happened this morning. A blush covers her cheeks as she realizes she would happily shout it from the rooftops because the only difference is the happiness inside. The only physical marker that anything has changed is the ridiculous satisfaction that oozes through her body and the fact that everything from her eyebrows downward hurts in one way or another.

She doesn't think she has ever walked more awkwardly.

"So, I just shared the most uncomfortable silence with our neighbours," Chaeyoung says when she finds her in the library that lunchtime. "They know."

Jisoo lets her silent pride radiate through her body as she goes through her school notes. "We weren't exactly quiet, Chaeng."

Chaeyoung's half-smirk and sudden lapse into silence are everything. Jisoo watches as her eyes glaze over before she snaps out of her reverie and swallows thickly.

"Jihye and Nari guessed, too."

"Chaeng, you are wearing a winter scarf inside."

"And whose fault is that?" she says, tugging the fabric away from her neck to reveal the purple bruises that paint Chaeyoung's neck.

Jisoo smirks at her across the table and gathers her things back into her bag. Chaeyoung gets up when she gets up, and it feels so ridiculously domestic that Chaeyoung reaches for her hand and starts walking with her towards her next class.

"There is a party tonight," Chaeyoung whispers as they reach the classroom. Jisoo instinctively pulls Chaeyoung until their bellies press. "Do you want to go? Your class finishes at four, right?"

Jisoo breathes unsteadily at how sure arms fit around her waist and holds her close.

"And yours at six?" Chaeyoung nods, and Jisoo swallows because, now that she's this close, Jisoo can smell her.

She can smell and feel her, and those things remind her of how Chaeyoung tastes and moves, and it's a little overwhelming. She feels her entire body become sluggish with it.

"We could go to the party," Jisoo whispers coyly, fingers tugging at the buttons of another of her button-downs that Chaeyoung stole that morning. Jisoo glances up at her over the top of her glasses and smirks at the sudden, knowing change in Chaeyoung's expression. "Or we could not go."

Chaeyoung swallows, and the corners of her mouth quirk up. A hand finds Jisoo's hip and disappears beneath her sweater and the button-down underneath. She tugs imperceptibly, and Jisoo wraps her other arm around Chaeyoung's shoulders to bring her closer. She is sure that everyone is watching, but it's like nobody else exists. She doesn't care about anything other than Chaeyoung's eyes, dark and hazy, and she licks her lips and struggles. Jisoo loves the effect she has on her. She innocently lets their foreheads rest together, and her brow raises in question.