Dara (2NE1), Chaerin (2NE1)

People have been shipping these two, so I thought they'd be a great couple in this chapter.

Day 6030

I woke up only 2 towns away from her, in someone else’s arms.

                I am careful not to wake this girl who enfolds me. Her feather-yellow hair covers her eyes. The beat of her heart presses against my back. Her name is Chaerin, and last night she snuck in my window to be with me.

                My name is Dara – or at least, that’s the name I’ve chosen for myself. I was born Sandara, and I loved that name until I was 10.

                Chaerin stirs under the sheets. “What time is it?” she asks groggily.

                “7,” I tell her.

                Instead of getting up, she curls into me.

                “Will you be a good scout and check the whereabouts of your mom? I’d rather not leave the way I came in. My morning coordination is so much fuzzier than my night coordination, and I’m always much, much more inspired when I’m approaching the maiden.”

                “Okay,” I say, and in thanks, she kissed my bare shoulder.

                The tenderness between 2 people, can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. I look around and see that I’ve woken into the comfort they’ve created.

                I check for my mother and finds out that we’re safe. I walk back in and find Chaerin is still in the bed, the sheet pulled back so it’s just her, her T-shirt, and her underwear. I have a feeling Dara would not let this moment pass without crawling in beside her, but I feel I can’t do that in her place.

                “She’s asleep,” I report.

                “Like, safe-to-take-a-shower asleep?”

                “I think so.”

                “You want first shower, second shower, or both shower?”

                “You can go first.”

                She gets out of bed, and stops to kiss me on the way out. Her hands move under my oversize shirt, and I don’t resist. I fall right into it, kiss her a little bit longer.

                “You sure?” she asks.

                “You go first,” I tell her.

                And just like Dara would, I miss her when she’s left the room.

***

She sneaks out and shows up at the front door to give me a ride to school. When she shows up in the kitchen, where my mother is, I wonder how much does Dara’s mom knows.

                We spend most of the day at school, but not in a way that limits our interactions with other people. If anything we do it in pairs, trios, quartets. We let our friends into our little world. And it feels right.

                I can’t get Jessica out of my mind. Remember what she said about how her friends would never know me. How no one else would ever know me. How what we have together will only be us, always.

                7th period, Chaerin has study hall while I have gym. When we meet up after, she shows me the books she’s taken out for me, because they look like ones I’d like.