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The door had barely clicked shut before Megan stepped in closer again.
This time there was no hesitation.
No awkward pause. No overthinking.
Just… intent.
Yoonchae didn’t even get a second to prepare before Megan’s hand slid gently to her waist, pulling her forward like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hey,” Megan murmured, softer now—but there was something different in it. Confident. A little dangerous.
Yoonchae blinked. “You just said hi like two seconds ago.”
“Shh,” Megan said, not even missing a beat. “I’m resetting the vibe.”
“…you’re so unserious.”
“And yet,” Megan tilted her head slightly, stepping even closer, “you’re still here.”
Yoonchae opened her mouth to respond.
Nothing came out.
Because Megan leaned in again.
The kiss this time wasn’t rushed or clumsy. It was slower, deliberate—like she actually knew what she was doing and wanted Yoonchae to feel every second of it.
And the worst part?
It was working.
Yoonchae’s brain immediately went offline again.
Her hands hovered awkwardly for a second before landing—uncertain—on Megan’s sides.
Megan smiled against her lips, just a little.
“Relax,” she whispered.
“I am relaxed,” Yoonchae whispered back, stiff as a board.
“Sure.”
Megan guided her back a step.
Then another.
Until the back of Yoonchae’s knees hit the bed.
And suddenly—
Yoonchae sat down.
“…oh,” she said intelligently.
Megan didn’t answer.
She just followed, stepping closer, hands still steady on Yoonchae’s waist like she had no intention of letting her escape.
Yoonchae looked up at her.
This was unfair.
Actually unfair.
Because Megan already looked good on a normal day—but right now? Slightly flushed, hair messy, still in that same bra and shorts like she had absolutely no idea what she was doing to her?
Illegal.
“This feels like a trap,” Yoonchae muttered.
“It is,” Megan said simply.
Yoonchae blinked. “…you’re admitting it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s—okay.”
Megan tilted her head again, studying her. “You gonna run away again?”
Yoonchae narrowed her eyes. “You laughed at me.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“You laughed.”
“You attacked my most vulnerable weakness,” Megan shot back. “That’s on you.”
“…being ticklish is not a personality trait.”
“It is in this context.”
Yoonchae tried to hold her ground.
She really did.
But Megan stepped closer again, hands sliding just slightly—still respectful, still careful, but enough to make Yoonchae’s thoughts scramble again.
“Now,” Megan said softly, “are you gonna let me fix it, or are you gonna keep holding a grudge forever?”
Yoonchae stared at her.
“…five more seconds,” she said.
“Of?”
“Me pretending I’m still mad.”
Megan huffed a quiet laugh. “Okay.”
One second.
Two.
Three—
Yoonchae grabbed Megan’s shoulders and pulled her down.
Megan laughed—but softer this time, no chaos, no interruption—just a quiet, warm sound as she caught herself with one hand on the bed beside Yoonchae.
“Yeah,” Megan said under her breath. “That’s more like it.”
The kiss that followed was different again.
Less hesitant.
More equal.
Yoonchae wasn’t just reacting now—she was there, actually meeting her halfway, hands gripping a little tighter like she wasn’t about to let herself get derailed again.
Megan shifted slightly, balancing herself better, and Yoonchae instinctively leaned back a little—
Which turned into her lying fully against the bed.
“…oh my god,” Yoonchae whispered.
“Stop narrating,” Megan said.
“I’m not narrating, I’m processing—”
“Later.”
Yoonchae would’ve argued.
She really would’ve.
But Megan leaned down again and completely wiped her train of thought.
Somewhere in the middle of it, Yoonchae’s hands found their way to Megan’s arms, then her shoulders, then just… holding on like she needed the grounding.
Megan slowed slightly, just enough to check in without breaking the moment.
“You good?” she murmured.
Yoonchae nodded quickly. “Yeah. Don’t stop.”
“…okay,” Megan said, a hint of a grin slipping through.
And then—
A loud creak.
Both of them froze.
“…no,” Yoonchae whispered immediately.
Footsteps.
In the hallway.
“Wait,” Megan muttered. “Did we lock—”
The door swung open.
Lara stood there.
Dead silent.
Taking in the scene.
Megan, still leaning over Yoonchae. Yoonchae very much on the bed. The general… situation.
There was a long pause.
“…I leave for one nap,” Lara said slowly, “and I come back to whatever this is.”
Yoonchae covered her face instantly. “I’m moving out.”
“You’re not moving out,” Megan said, not moving an inch. “She’s overreacting.”
“I’m overreacting?” Lara repeated. “You’re literally—what are you wearing?”
Megan glanced down.
Right.
“…clothes,” she said weakly.
“That is not a full outfit,” Lara shot back.
“It’s comfortable!”
“For who?!”
Yoonchae made a muffled noise into her hands. “Please make it stop.”
Lara pointed at them. “No, actually, I want an explanation. Because from my perspective, I wake up, hear a door slam like we’re in a breakup scene, and now you two are—this.”
“It’s called character development,” Megan said.
“It’s called chaos.”
Before Megan could respond—
Another voice, from behind Lara:
“…you’re being loud.”
Both Megan and Yoonchae blinked.
Because Manon stepped into view.
From Lara’s room.
In Lara’s hoodie.
There was a beat.
A very long, very loud beat.
Yoonchae slowly lowered her hands.
Megan turned her head.
Lara froze.
“…wait,” Megan said.
Yoonchae sat up slightly. “…WAIT.”
Manon blinked at all of them, completely unfazed. “What?”
Yoonchae pointed. “You—why are you—coming out of—her room—”
Megan turned slowly back to Lara. “…oh my god.”
Lara’s brain visibly short-circuited.
“Don’t,” she said immediately. “Don’t start.”
“Oh we’re starting,” Megan said, sliding off the bed now, fully invested. “We are absolutely starting.”
“You have no ground to stand on right now—”
“YOU WERE JUST JUDGING US!”
“I STILL CAN!”
Manon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold like it was entertainment. “This is why I told you to keep it lowkey.”
“You said no such thing!” Lara snapped.
“I literally did.”
Yoonchae looked between them, disbelief written all over her face. “How long has this been happening.”
“…irrelevant,” Lara said.
“HOW LONG.”
“…a bit.”
“A BIT?!” Megan echoed.
Lara threw her hands up. “At least we weren’t—whatever that was—out in the open!”
“You literally walked in on us!” Yoonchae argued.
“Because your door was unlocked!”
“Because SOMEONE barged in!”
“BECAUSE SOMEONE SLAMMED A DOOR LIKE A DRAMATIC MAIN CHARACTER!”
Manon sighed. “You’re all loud.”
They all stopped.
Looked at her.
She shrugged. “Just saying.”
There was a pause.
Then Megan snorted.
Yoonchae followed.
Even Lara cracked a little.
“…this is so embarrassing,” Lara muttered.
“You started it,” Megan said.
“I did not—”
“You literally did.”
Yoonchae leaned back on the bed, covering her face again. “I’m never emotionally recovering from this.”
Megan glanced at her, then smiled slightly.
“…worth it though?”
Yoonchae peeked at her.
Paused.
“…maybe.”
Lara gagged. “Oh my god. I hate it here.”
Manon smirked. “No you don’t.”
“…shut up.”
The apartment fell into a weird, chaotic quiet.
And somehow—
Everything felt different now.