behind the stars // chaelisa + hints of jensoo

Lisa watches the baggage carousel going round and round as she waits for her suitcase to come, her foot tapping wildly against the polished floor, her eyes scanning each luggage, set hoping it's hers.

She's impatient.

Two months without seeing your girlfriend - her stomach flutters when she thinks the word - shouldn't be the end of the world when said girlfriend is a famous singer who has fully booked concerts for the next year. And it's not the end of the world. Lisa tells herself that it's not even that long at all, all considered.

But two weeks is a long time to wait to kiss someone after they say they love you.

Her phone buzzes on her back pocket and Lisa fishes it out, glancing at the message on the notification screen: " I'm in the waiting area. Look for the hottest blonde there. " She rolls her eyes and taps to open their conversation thread, staring at the latest picture Chaeyoung sent her - a selfie of her with her hair pulled back into a fluffy headband, her bright brown eyes bare of any makeup, her mouth open wide in a gleeful expression with the caption, " today, babe!" all in uppercase.

They've been sending pictures back and forth everyday for the part two weeks, their captions a countdown until the day they can finally see each other. And that day has finally, finally come.

Chaeyoung is only a few rooms from her instead of a few thousand miles, and it feels almost surreal.

Right when Lisa starts considering just leaving her luggage there and running to Chaeyoung - because waiting a few more minutes when she hasn't seen her girlfriend in so long feels like torture -, her suitcase shows up on the belt. She hurries to pick it up and she might have knocked someone to the ground, but she doesn't look back to make sure. Lisa murmurs her excuse me and lightly pushes people out of her way until she can make it past the door and then-

Then she sees her.

Chaeyoung is leaning against the far wall, a tall plant that seems to be in every airport in the world half blocking her from the floor to ceiling windows. She looks so breathtaking in her Converse sneakers and jeans jacket over cut off tank tops, her sunglasses perched on the top of her head, that Lisa has to force herself to take calm, measured steps towards her instead of letting go of her luggage and running to her, sweeping her off her feet and kissing her senseless.

When Chaeyoung finds her in the middle of the crowd, her eyes light up, but her smile has a sadness to it. Lisa frowns as she makes her way towards Chaeyoung, but she understands why when Chaeyoung shakes her head gently, looking past the greenery and out the windows.

Photographers.

Of course .

Lisa sighs. She knew it could happen - after the whole running away to a hotel in the middle of nowhere scandal, paparazzis were following Chaeyoung's every move to make sure they had it all on camera on her first slip.

They had talked about it. In fact, half their conversations that went far into the night had been discussions about what they'd do to avoid the media meddling in their business, how to have some sense of privacy in their relationship, what they should and shouldn't do in public, how to handle it when they came clear about it - if had become a matter of when in their first week apart, when they realized they wouldn't have it any other way.

That gesture, shaking her head with her eyebrows knitted in worry, had been her way of saying " they're right there and I want to keep this in between us for a moment longer," so Lisa stops a respectful three feet apart from Chaeyoung, "Hi."

"Hi," Chaeyoung breathes out. They're close enough that they can hear each other talk in hushed tones, but still too far apart for them to feel each other's warmth, to start to make up for all the weeks they were kept away from each other.