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The hotel room looked like it had been designed by someone who had definitely never stayed in a hotel room with two chaotic people before.
Two beds. That was the problem.
Not just two beds—two very obviously different beds.
One of them looked like a cloud had decided to retire from the sky and pursue a career in hospitality. Fluffy duvet. Extra pillows. Mattress so thick it was basically a personality trait.
The other one?
Flat. Suspiciously flat.
Like… “this used to be comfy in 2007” flat.
Megan stood in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, staring at the beds like she’d just walked into a moral dilemma.
Yoonchae walked in behind her, took one glance, and said, “Oh. Yeah. That one’s mine.”
Megan blinked slowly. “Excuse me?”
Yoonchae was already halfway across the room, casually tossing her bag onto the heavenly bed like she was claiming territory in a survival game. “I called it.”
“You did not call it,” Megan snapped, dropping her suitcase with a dramatic thud. “You literally just saw it.”
“Yeah,” Yoonchae shrugged, kicking off her shoes. “And I called it. First come, first serve.”
“You came in after me.”
“Spiritually, I was here first.”
Megan stared at her.
“Spiritually,” she repeated, flat.
“Yeah,” Yoonchae said, fluffing a pillow like she was in a commercial. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t get it?” Megan stepped further into the room, hands on her hips. “What I don’t get is how you think you can just walk in here and claim the superior bed like you pay extra rent or something.”
Yoonchae paused, then slowly sat down on the mattress.
It sank under her weight.
Like… perfectly.
She made eye contact with Megan.
And then—on purpose—she bounced.
Just once.
The mattress absorbed it like a dream.
Megan gasped. “Oh, you’re evil.”
“I’m just blessed,” Yoonchae said, already reclining like she was in a five-star spa ad. “This is actually insane. Like, I might cry.”
“Don’t you dare cry on that bed,” Megan said, marching over to the other one. She pressed a hand down onto it.
The mattress barely moved.
She pressed harder.
Nothing.
She turned slowly.
“This bed is a plank.”
“It builds character,” Yoonchae offered.
“I don’t want character,” Megan snapped. “I want lumbar support.”
Yoonchae grinned. “Skill issue.”
Megan narrowed her eyes. “You know what? No. Absolutely not. We are not doing this.”
“We are,” Yoonchae said, already pulling the duvet up like she was settling in for winter. “You lost. It’s okay. Growth opportunity.”
“Lost what?” Megan demanded. “There wasn’t even a competition!”
“There was in my heart.”
“Oh my—”
Megan dragged her hands down her face, pacing now.
“Okay. Fine. Fine,” she said, nodding to herself like she was trying to stay calm. “We can be mature about this.”
Yoonchae raised an eyebrow. “That sounds fake.”
“We can take turns,” Megan continued, ignoring her. “One night each. Like civilized people.”
Yoonchae considered this for exactly half a second.
“No.”
Megan froze. “No?”
“No,” Yoonchae repeated. “Because by the time it’s your turn, the bed will already be emotionally bonded to me.”
“That’s not how beds work!”
“You don’t know that,” Yoonchae said, pulling a pillow into a hug. “We’ve connected.”
Megan stared at her like she was witnessing a crime.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “So you’re just… not even going to pretend to compromise.”
“I am compromising,” Yoonchae said. “I’m compromising by letting you have the other bed.”
“That’s not a compromise, that’s a dictatorship.”
“Same difference.”
Megan let out a long, dramatic sigh.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, grabbing her phone and flopping onto the sad excuse for a mattress.
The bed made a noise.
Not a cute noise.
A concerning noise.
Megan went still.
“…did it just creak?” she asked.
Yoonchae didn’t even look up. “Yeah.”
“I barely touched it.”
“Yeah.”
Megan sat up slowly. “If this thing collapses in the middle of the night, I’m haunting you.”
“Not if I’m sleeping peacefully on my cloud,” Yoonchae said.
There was a pause.
Megan stared at her.
Yoonchae, sensing the silence, glanced over.
Megan was smiling.
Not a normal smile.
A plan has been formed smile.
“Oh no,” Yoonchae said immediately. “Why are you smiling like that?”
Megan tilted her head. “You know what? You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yeah,” Megan said, standing up. “You won fair and square.”
Yoonchae narrowed her eyes. “This feels like a trap.”
“No trap,” Megan said sweetly. “Enjoy your bed.”
“…okay?”
Megan grabbed her suitcase and started unpacking like everything was totally normal.
Too normal.
Yoonchae watched her for a few seconds.
“Why are you being nice?” she asked.
“I’m always nice.”
“You literally threatened to haunt me five seconds ago.”
“And I meant it,” Megan said, folding a hoodie. “But I’ve grown since then.”
“That was five seconds ago.”
“Growth can be rapid.”
Yoonchae squinted. “I don’t trust this.”
“Good,” Megan said. “Stay alert.”
“…that did not help.”
But Megan just kept unpacking, humming to herself like she hadn’t just been seconds away from flipping the mattress over in protest.
Yoonchae slowly relaxed.
Maybe—maybe—this was fine.
Maybe Megan had accepted defeat.
Maybe—
Megan zipped her suitcase shut.
Turned.
Walked over.
And without a word, climbed onto Yoonchae’s bed.
Yoonchae froze.
“…what are you doing.”
Megan flopped down dramatically, spreading out like a starfish. “Wow. You’re right. This is insanely comfy.”
“Get off.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“Get off,” Yoonchae repeated, sitting up. “This is my bed.”
Megan turned her head. “Our bed.”
“No. No ‘our.’ There is no ‘our.’ There is only ‘mine’ and ‘you need to leave.’”
Megan snuggled deeper into the duvet. “I’m just visiting.”
“You’re lying down.”
“I visit horizontally.”
“That’s not visiting, that’s occupying.”
Megan closed her eyes. “Wow, I can already feel my back thanking me.”
Yoonchae grabbed a pillow and lightly smacked her. “Go away.”
Megan didn’t even flinch. “Violence? Over a bed? That’s crazy.”
“You started this!”
“I’m just appreciating good craftsmanship.”
“On my side!”
“There are no sides in comfort,” Megan said philosophically. “Only vibes.”
Yoonchae stared at her.
“You are actually so annoying,” she said.
“And yet,” Megan replied, pulling the blanket higher, “here I am.”
There was a long pause.
Then Yoonchae flopped back down with a dramatic groan.
“Fine,” she said. “Five minutes.”
“Five minutes,” Megan agreed instantly.
They lay there in silence for about three seconds.
“…you’re not setting a timer, are you,” Yoonchae said.
“No.”
“Of course you’re not.”
Megan smiled to herself.
Five minutes turned into ten.
Ten turned into… not leaving.
At all.
Yoonchae eventually turned her head. “Okay. Time’s up.”
Megan didn’t move.
“Megan.”
Nothing.
Yoonchae poked her.
“Megan.”
Megan opened one eye. “Hmm?”
“Get off my bed.”
Megan stretched slightly. “I think I live here now.”
“You do *not* live here.”
“I pay emotional rent.”
“That’s not a thing!”
“It is now.”
Yoonchae sat up again, exasperated. “You have your own bed.”
“Yeah,” Megan said. “The haunted plank.”
“It’s not haunted!”
“It creaked at me.”
“That’s normal!”
“It felt personal.”
Yoonchae dragged a hand down her face. “I can’t believe this is my life.”
Megan grinned. “Admit it. You’d miss me if I left.”
“I would celebrate.”
“Liar.”
“Try me.”
Megan made a show of starting to get up.
Yoonchae watched her.
Waited.
Megan paused halfway.
Then slowly… flopped back down.
“Yeah, no,” she said. “I’m staying.”
Yoonchae threw her hands up. “Unbelievable.”
But she didn’t push her off again.
Because, if she was being honest…
The bed was big enough.
And also…
It was kind of funny.
“You’re actually the worst,” she muttered, lying back down.
“I’ve been called worse,” Megan said proudly.
“By who?”
“You, probably.”
“…fair.”
They settled into a weird, accidental truce.
A very cramped truce.
Because Megan had absolutely no concept of personal space.
“Why are you so close,” Yoonchae complained.
“I’m not close,” Megan said. “This is normal distance.”
“Our arms are touching.”
“Wow. Scandalous.”
“Move.”
“No.”
“Move.”
“Make me.”
Yoonchae stared at her.
Then, without warning, she shoved her.
Megan yelped as she rolled slightly, nearly falling off the bed.
“RUDE.”
“You said ‘make me.’”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”
“That’s on you.”
Megan scrambled back into position, immediately reclaiming her spot like nothing had happened.
“You’re actually insane,” Yoonchae said.
“And yet,” Megan replied, “you let me stay.”
Yoonchae opened her mouth.
Closed it.
“…whatever.”
They lay there again, staring at the ceiling.
“Lowkey,” Megan said after a moment, “this is way better than sleeping alone.”
Yoonchae snorted. “You just didn’t want the bad bed.”
“That too,” Megan admitted. “But also, like… this is kind of fun.”
Yoonchae glanced at her.
“…you’re still annoying.”
“And you’re still sharing your bed with me.”
“…against my will.”
“Sure.”
Another pause.
Then—
“Okay, but seriously,” Yoonchae said. “If you start snoring, I’m kicking you off.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Everyone says that.”
“I don’t.”
“We’ll see.”
Megan turned onto her side. “You’re gonna snore.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Sure.”
They stared at each other for a second.
Then both burst out laughing.
The argument, the bed, the entire ridiculous situation—it all just felt… stupid in the best way.
“Next time,” Yoonchae said, still laughing a little, “we’re booking a room with identical beds.”
“Or one bed,” Megan said.
Yoonchae blinked. “Absolutely not.”
“Coward.”
“I value my space!”
“You literally let me invade it.”
“Temporarily!”
Megan grinned. “We’ll see.”
Yoonchae groaned, pulling the blanket over her head.
“This is why I can’t have nice things,” she mumbled.
Megan just smiled, getting comfortable.
Yeah.
Totally worth it.