Chaennie Smuts [one - shots] ♡

Together Forever

Vampire Chaeyoung and Human Jennie.
Enjoy.

Some nights are better than others. For the most part, she can smuggle through with just one or two nightmares. But this night was particularly though.

She sniffles softly. Her tears were mostly dry by now. She hugs her knees tighter to her chest before she feels a draft entering the observatory. Jennie turns abruptly, struggling to see if someone had entered.

“Hello?”

A few moments of silence later, and she starts to panick. “Who’s there?” Then into the darkness she whispers, "Jisoo?"

A tense pause before a low voice responded, “Just me." And the dark silhouette of a person stepped into the light of the moon and stars.

Chaeyoung.

Jennie sighed her relief. “Do not sneak up on me like that,” she mutters, and then turns away to wipe her eyes before Chaeyoung gets close enough to know that she'd been crying. Chaeyoung, however, kept her distance.

“Why are you here?” Jennie asks, her back still turned.

“You’ve been having nightmares.”

"Not what I asked.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't mean to bother you. I’ll go.”

“—No don’t,” Jennie blurts out before even thinking. “Stay."

Chaeyoung’s body is half-turned, but she's looking at Jennie as if trying to look through her, to understand her, to find her in the dark mire which comprised her thoughts. If only so that she might pull her back into light. Chaeyoung runs her fingers through her hair, and then goes to take a seat beside Jennie. They sit in silence.

"Hey, Chaeng?" Jennie turns her head slightly to see Chaeyoung resting back on her hands, gazing up at the night sky.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

A pause. "I- really don't know."

Jennie looks back to her hands in her lap. "Chaeng."

Chaeyoung smirks, almost amused. "Yeah?"

"Hold me?"

Chaeyoung finally looks at Jennie whose eyes are glistening. She thinks to say something, but when several wordless seconds pass, she decides to act instead. Folding one leg inwards, she beckons Jennie to her, and the latter doesn't hesitate to crawl into the welcoming space and rest her back against Chaeyoung's chest. Jennie breathed a sigh of relief when she felt strong hands and arms trailing along her waist. Strangely enough, it all felt so right. Being in Chaeyoung's arms, having her protection, it felt as natural as breathing.

Chaeyoung didn't mean to inhale the scent of Jennie's hair, but when she did, the familiar aroma of fruity shampoo and natural oils overwhelmed her, reminding her of all the nights that they’d spent in each other’s arms—Jennie’s head on her chest, Chaeyoung’s arms securely around her. All those sleepless nights. Chaeyoung rarely slept when Jennie laid beside her. . . how could she? Would she be able to live with herself if someone or something came in the night and took her Jennie, her maiden fair, somewhere far away?

It was bad anxiety, groundless worry. Chaeyoung knew it. But it didn’t matter. It didn't stop it from happening.

Idiot, you love her. Still.

And the worst was that Jennie knew this. She knew that Chaeyoung still loved her, still wanted her in every way that there is to want a person.

"What are you thinking?" Jennie breaks the silence as she she gently caresses Chaeyoung's skin.