Bullies with benefits - Chaelisa (converted)

PART 38

Waking up to a bad case of the stiff neck is not something good to feel on a Sunday morning—but, waking up to a crossed legged Chaeyoung with my mom's guitar around her neck is something good to admire on a Sunday morning. 

"You finally woke up." She teases, smirking that smirk as I push myself up by my hands, rubbing the drowsiness away from my lids as I gave the girl a half-smile, narrowing my eyes on the guitar.

  "How'd you get that?" I ask, tilting my head to the side as I feel the blanket we used falling down my chest. 

Chaeyoung taps her fingers on the instrument and shrugs her shoulders up. "It was by your door so I thought it was okay to borrow—?" she hums, asking for my permission silently as I roll my eyes and nod. 

"It's my mother's." I tell her as she continues to fix the tunings. "I guess she left it in my room the other day." 

Grinning, Chaeyoung winks at me. "Good thing she did because I get to do this now." 

Furrowing my eyebrows, I bunch the blanket up to my chest and lean back on the railings, trying to ignore the heat of the sun as I shield my face with one hand. "Do what?"

She smirks and strums down a few cords, creating this melodic tune as I sigh at the feeling. Chaeyoung giggles at me and strums again, humming a tune as I throw my head back gently and look up at the sky. 

"𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧—" 

Body waking up, I feel my cheeks blushing and my heart racing at the smooth velvet voice of Chaeyoung, it was so soft—so alluring and I can't help but stare at her deeply as she sings a once upbeat and fast song and turn it into something like a country tune—like it was made for it. Amazing.

  "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳,
𝘰𝘩—𝘈𝘯𝘥  𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦,"

Her face scrunches up when she hits the note of the last word, swinging her arm up to point at the sky for a moment before going back down to strum again. It was so soothing to hear her voice, almost like I'm floating on the clouds and she's the angel with a harp.

"𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦,
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴—"

She wiggles her chest, causing spurs of laughter to come out of my mouth as I clap my hands, impressed. Chaeyoung grins.

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳—"

Okay, I know the lyrics of that song, and it does not have the words black and sweater in it, and I most definitely noticed the way she stopped to say sweater in a non-singing voice, almost like she's teasing me as I roll my eyes at her creativity, nudging my chin for her to go on because I'm interested. 

Laughing, Chaeyoung taps on the wooden portion of the guitar. 

"𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦,
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴—𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦"