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Jennie squirms annoyed under the trillion blankets covering her body from the wintry air.
She has been trying to sleep for what feels like hours already, but her desired rest, which she thought about since the very first hours of her busy morning, seems to drift away further which each passing breath.
She has a lot to do when the sun rises. Promotions, rehearsals, choreographies, smiling.
She is honestly worried.
In general, Jennie worries about a lot of things. She just can't help it. It’s part of her. Each goal she sets for herself becomes a sometimes rough journey to utter perfection, or at least the closest she can get to it without fainting due exhaustion, so she’s more than used to the unsettling feeling on her stomach that makes her purse her lips and tap her left foot throughout the whole day.
It used to be more manageable, before becoming who she is now.
When she was a kid, she could just hide in her own closet when her chest felt too full, and by the time she reached her teen years, she could even control her own respiration by means of deep inhales and short exhales to make the erratic beating of her heart find a reasonable peace.
Nowadays, however, as every single aspect of her life is scrutinized by frowning strangers, it has become more difficult to control. She has a lot of people to content.
She has a lot of people she is terrified to disappoint.
And she can’t hide. She can’t get her cheeks flushed deep red with calculated breathing. She can’t rub her hands against her eyes until the world becomes clear again.
Now, she has to deal with the weight of high expectations while being closely observed.
Jennie turns around again, then, falling flat onto her stomach, and groans.
Her incessant mind twirls along timetables, along routines, along duties. It finds short-lived solace in nice memories and then it gets dark again, with disappointed sighs and murmured words. Then, absolutely tired, Jennie lets her thoughts drift to the next room.
To the person sleeping in the next room.
Jennie’s heart tingles unprompted, but she hesitates. She really doesn't want to impose. She knows that the short-haired brunette is probably in deep sleep after the hectic day. She has seen her groupmate sweating profusely after leading a quite demanding dance practice. She has seen her smiling with glossy, worn out eyes. She has seen her mouth twitching in slight discomfort, her shoulders moving painfully, and she has seen her popping anti-inflammatory pills into her open mouth almost as if in a secret.
But now with the image of her tender features caressing her soul, Jennie can't help but to think about the feeling of her groupmate’s fingers against her skin.
She bites her lower lip and turns around again. She stares at the ceiling with a determined expression, decided. After a few more seconds, her will crumbles as her wandering mind lets her grasp the ghost of Lisa’s arms squeezing her body lovingly.
It is too tempting. She aches for the soft affection, and the goosebumps in her arms warn her that there is no way she will finally fall asleep without a sweet dose of the brunette’s love.
So she gets off her bed and tiptoes quietly to the next room, hoping to be a sneaky as possible.
And just as she thought, the finds the younger girl sleeping quietly, her plump mouth slightly open as her chest rises and falls in subtle motions.
Jennie can’t fight her smile. She looks so beautiful like that, with the moonlight highlighting her perfect features softly, almost as if enamored. Her short shiny locks spread messily against her forehead, gifting her an air of innocence that makes the oldest girl sigh in pure endearment.
It’s a delightful sight, and Jennie finds herself just standing there, without even noticing her own body complaining about the shocking lack of warmth.
Only when a particularly cold breeze hits against her face she wakes from the tender spell. She figures it is quite rude to just stare at her groupmate, and she considers that it would be equally rude to drag her away her peaceful sleep, so she decides to just sit cautiously in a little non-occupied space next to the brunette.
Then, she lies down slowly, her back facing Lisa’s front, trying her best not to startle the beauty dreaming next to her.
It’s kind of pointless.
Lisa would feel Jennie’s presence anywhere.
The short-haired brunette opens her eyes slowly, slightly confused, and bats her eyelashes in a sleepy manner. She needs only a few half-asleep seconds to recognize her groupmate’s scent.
Lisa smiles and instinctively wraps her firm arms around Jennie’s waist, pulling her in completely against her own body.
"Hi".
Jennie chuckles at the raspy voice, a nice, dizzy feeling making her stomach tickly with affection.
"Hi".
"Can't sleep?"
Lisa inhales softly behind her groupmate’s ear, and her perfume delights her senses in such a tender way that she wonders briefly whether she's still dreaming.
Jennie denies with her head.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I thought I could get here without waking you up”.
Lisa frowns and squeezes Jennie’s body in a caring gesture. She lets her long legs find their way between her groupmates’. It feels absolutely right, like a complete puzzle.
Something settles in their souls, something spoken. The bond they share beyond words thrives when they are together like that, happy and free, and their chests seem to ease in complete contentment.
"You could never bother me, Jen. I always feel like cuddling with you".
Jennie smiles because she feels the truth deep in her bones and Lisa grins too because her groupmate’s elation wraps up her own heart. She sighs deeply, far gone in her joy, and drags her own lips against the oldest girl’s neck, placing soft kisses here and there and relishing in the way Jennie’s breathing hitches when she reaches the right places.
They both think, under the dim light of the moon, that they are in love.
They feel it ever growing from somewhere no one else has ever reached.
It’s raw and magical, and it explodes in a million inner fireworks when they hug, when they kiss, when they find themselves between each other’s arms even if they conventionally shouldn’t.
They should be scared, really.
But none of them are.
Their love can’t be broken. It’s too late. They have willingly submitted themselves to the beauty of their undying bond.
In a rush of affection, Jennie turns around in her groupmate’s arms, eager to melt under her doe eyes.
They look at each other for a sweet moment, their faces shadowed by the night but still recognizing each other easily.
Lisa leans forward and starts kissing Jennie's face, unable to control herself.
She kisses her forehead, and her nose, and her cheeks, and her chin. She nuzzles her nose against her jaw, eliciting a loving sound. Then, she kisses her full on her lips.
So they just lie in bed, warm and bare, kissing softly and lazily and lovingly until the tender gesture makes them feel giddy.
They pull away softly after the pale night changes its colors almost imperceptibly. Jennie yawns delicately, and Lisa imitates her just a few seconds after.
They smile at each other.
Tomorrow, their managers will look at them leaving the room with squinted eyes again, suspecting, inevitable sensing the palpable chemistry that makes it so obvious to almost everyone that there is something more there.
Each year they care less and less.
They have each other.
"I love you", Lisa murmurs with teary eyes, using her knuckles to caress Jennie’s cheek reverently.
"I love you.", Jennie answers back.
Her anxiety, her fear, her insecurities all succumbed under the immense power of Lisa’s lips against her skin.
She thinks, as she closes her eyes, that she’s tired of falling asleep alone.
Lisa’s tiny bed is big enough to hold their love.