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A/N: I'm just testing this out, since it's my first time writing for a drabble collection. A little half-assed and rushed towards the end, but I hope you'll (somehow) enjoy this anyway.

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Lisa, for all of her words, can't quite get some things out.

 

It’s a quarter past six in the evening, and Lisa is locked in an epic battle against the notebook before her. A familiar look of stubborn persistence plastered on her face, as she manically scribbles away while being surrounded by a growing pile of rejected notes on the floor.

 

Dear Chaeyoung,

Your eyes are very—

I think your hair smells great—

Chae, you have like the nicest legs and—

Of all the girls I’ve had a crush on, none of them are as smoking hot as—

 

“God, no.” Lisa muttered and scratches that off too, cursing herself when she almost tore a hole through the paper, before trying again.

 

If I could just have your ing babies, that’d be great too.

 

She rips the note in half and tosses it aside with a groan, hands coming up to rake through her tousled hair (the result of numerous failed attempts in the past hour) as she lightly bangs her forehead against the desk.

 

Two years. Two years of harboring this stupid crush on the Australian beauty, and Lisa still couldn’t tell her how she feels. Two years of pining and near-confessions. Two years of bit tongues and dry throats, and two years of having a flock of hummingbirds buzzing around in her stomach. Yet, Lisa can’t find it in herself to make a proper goddamn letter without cringing at her own words.

 

(The Thai has come to realize that she can never speak to Chaeyoung without suffering a great deal of embarrassment and heavy stuttering, so… writing it is then.)

 

Love letters are a pain in the though, and so is the pen in Lisa’s tightening grasp. She has half the mind to just chuck it out her window, but then stops herself at the last second before slumping back against her chair. An irritated sigh on the edge of her lips as she turns back to her ruined notebook.

 

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I can’t rhyme for ,

But can I date you?

 

Yeah, that sounded like something you’d read off a tacky Valentine’s day card from the discount store. Lisa can just feel her brain wrinkling even more at the mental strain she’s putting herself through, so she tries to relax a little. Except the pen decided to on her and farted out a tiny ink blot—right where she had punctuated her question mark.

 

If it weren’t for the paper-thin walls of her shared dorm (with Chaeyoung, no less), Lisa would’ve cried out in frustration. Except she had already received a warning from the last time Jisoo and Jennie dropped by for a visit, and their screaming match over Mario Kart was heard almost three dorms away.

 

The air inside her room is a bit chilly from the AC, but also mildly fragrant as a result of the humidifier near her desk. It’s rose oil scent reminding her of a certain brunette, who bears it as her English nickname.

 

Lisa wishes she could bundle up the poetic symbolisms of her environment and force them all down on her paper in small, black lettering, because that’s how she felt. She felt strongly as the stars glowing visibly outside her window, and as passionate as the smell of roses in her face. As sharp and gritty and bold as this crappy, $2 pen in her hand, with which she wrote down the flood of words that came into her head.

 

She just ing wanted, okay?

 

The Thai gave a hopeless whimper and tore up that note too. What’s the point? She’s not a poet, and Shakespeare is probably rolling in his grave at her poor choice of similes. (And let’s not forget her little poetry attempt from earlier, which ended more tragically than Romeo and Juliet’s love story.)

 

“Lisa?”

 

Halfway through getting up for a short break, Lisa gets startled out of her skin and nearly trips back on her chair—but manages to catch herself before that happened as she snagged the edge of her desk.

 

“Holy !” Lisa blurts out while keeping a hand over her racing heart, before looking up to find someone standing in the doorway.

 

It’s Chaeyoung.

 

“Why are there papers just scattered around the floor?” She levels the nervous girl with a questioning gaze and steps inside, not waiting for Lisa to answer her as she makes quick work of cleaning up her dormmate’s mess. Only to stop short when she noticed her name on most of the ripped-up pages in her hands, which were scrawled in loopy handwriting.

 

“N-No, wait! Don’t read those!” Lisa panics, but it was too late. She can feel her anxiety crawling up the more Chaeyoung read through her notes, and her mind is already envisioning a huge “GAME OVER” sign above her head when the Australian widens her eyes.

 

How unlucky would she be if Chaeyoung found the one about wanting her babies? Lisa would have to transfer dorms ASAP without ever showing her face again. (Or, well, maybe she’s just overreacting. But still.)

 

When Chaeyoung finally spares her a glance, Lisa’s head is already hung low. Both in shame and embarrassment, as she braces herself for the inevitable rejection. Unaware that Chaeyoung is staring at her with a certain softness in her eyes—which is far from the antagonizing glare Lisa had been expecting, if ever her confession wasn’t received well.

 

“Do you really mean all… these?” Chaeyoung asked, her voice low and surprisingly gentle, as she rustles the notes in her grasp.

 

Lisa peeks up, increasingly nervous from the unreadable expression on the other girl’s face as she pointedly avoids the topic.

 

“What are you doing back here so soon? I thought you were out tutoring Jisoo-unnie in English?”

 

Chaeyoung shrugged. “Jennie-unnie wanted them to go on a date tonight, so we finished a bit early.” She then narrows her eyes in a way that makes Lisa want to jump out the window and run away forever. “Also, you didn’t answer my question.”

 

“Chae, please…” The Thai croaks weakly, a part of her coming to accept the futility as her shoulders slumped in defeat. “It’s not—”

 

“Just tell me, Lisa. I won’t be upset, I promise.” Chaeyoung strides up to her with purpose, her voice softening along with her gaze as she stares at Lisa. Brown eyes giving her all their attention, and free of any judgement or malice. “Do you mean them?”

 

Lisa’s neck strained as she held in a whine. It was useless to snatch back the confessions in Chaeyoung’s hold anyway. Don’t mess this up, don’t mess this up, don’t mess this up.

 

“It depends…”

 

She clears and forces herself not to look away from Chaeyoung’s eyes, which are heavy with… something.

 

“Because if that—” Lisa gestures at the torn pages that the Australian is still clutching onto. “—is a mistake, then I can tell you to just forget it and pretend none of this ever happened.”

 

When Chaeyoung only gives her a stunned look, she groans and palms at her face roughly.

 

“Look—if I didn’t mean them, I wouldn’t have bothered writing them in the first place. Okay?”

 

With a disgruntled sigh, Lisa kicks half-heartedly at the few papers still lying on the floor. Cheeks flushing in mild diffidence as she crosses her arms defiantly across her chest.

 

“If I had the guts to tell you, I would’ve told you two years ago. But for all my witty banter and teasing, I couldn’t get myself to say those dumb words. All I have now is just some pathetic line about how I feel the same way about you as I do about a pen, but then I realized that it makes no sense and—God, can I just throw myself out the window?”

 

In the midst of her tirade, Chaeyoung’s lips slowly formed into a little smile. One part amused, and two parts fond, as she puts aside the notes on Lisa’s table before gently taking the latter’s hands in her own. Chuckling a bit when Lisa looks at her with a confused, yet flustered expression.

 

"Two years ago, I’d say it was the same for me too…" Chaeyoung said slowly, her honey-sweet voice coming out measured instead of judged. “Guess we’re both idiots who don’t know how to use their words.”

 

Whatever question Lisa has on her tongue is abruptly erased, because Chaeyoung has leaned forward to kiss her. Soft, plump lips pressing gently against her own, and Lisa can feel her smiling into it.

 

For a moment, she feels… , she has no idea what to call it. But it feels good, very good, and she finds herself kissing Chaeyoung back fervently.

 

“And by the way,” The Australian adds once they’ve parted, that everlasting smile still present on her features as she fixes a teasing look at the dazed Thai. “I totally wouldn’t mind giving you my babies in the future.”

 

Oh my God.

 

Lisa can only groan as she dropped her blushing face in the crook of Chaeyoung’s neck, trying to fight back her giddy smile at the thought, while she just laughed and hugged Lisa tightly.

 

“How about we make up for those two years we’ve wasted, hm?”

 

(Needless to say, she couldn’t have been happier with cuddling Chaeyoung, the two of them wrapped in her warm, fluffy blanket, as they sat together on Lisa’s bed and watched Frozen for the 5^th time that month.)