Chapter Text
Yoonchae’s heart stutters.
“Come again?” The younger girl asks.
Megan takes a deep breath, planning to say it slowly and clearly so there’s no chance Yoonchae misunderstands.
“Goonadatewithmeafterclassplease…” She instead mutters it rather quickly and in a barely audible voice.
Yoonchae pauses, huffing out a soft laugh. “...again?” She prompts. God, Megan’s messing around again.
“Could— um. Do you, wanna go out on a date… after class? With me?” Megan says in a timid voice.
Oh. Is she actually serious? Yoonchae swallows and carries on. “An actual date?”
Megan nods.
The younger girl stares at her in disbelief. Warmth rushing to her face. “Oh!” She says softly.
Please say yes. Please let Manon and Lara be right. “Um, just… you don’t have to—”
“Yeah. I mean, I would like to um, go on a date with you.” Yoonchae interrupts.
Megan stares at her for a moment, jaw loose and eyes wide. She takes ten seconds to snap out of it. “Great! Great, um… I was thinking, the arcade? Like today, after school.”
Yoonchae nods shyly. “That’d be nice.”
“Mhm.” Megan adds on after a brief moment of silence.
Megan stares at the basketball game, then at Yoonchae who was still in line for their tokens.
When she comes back, Megan points at the basketball. “Wanna play?”
“I thought you didn’t like basketball?” Yoonchae asks while inserting the tokens.
Megan hums— immediately missing the first shot. With a slight grimace, she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “Yeah, but I like you.”
Fuck. Yoonchae stares at her in shock, a light pink creeping up her cheeks. “I mean— but you like it!” Megan hurriedly corrects.
And I do like you.
Yoonchae lets out a laugh, feeling a wave of disappointment washing over her, awkwardly focusing on the game.
Megan still loses and Yoonchae still wins. Megan: 27 points. Yoonchae: 94 points.
Yoonchae stares at the claw machines, perking up at the sight of a cute fox kit with big eyes and its tongue sticking out.
She hums. How cute. …
It kind of looks like Megan-unnie. Yoonchae shakes her head lightly, trying to dispel her thoughts.
Megan comes up to Yoonchae with a smile. “See something you like? I could get it.”
The latter simply points at the fox she was staring at.
The older girl inserts two tokens into the machine. The claw secures itself right around the fox’s head.
Megan presents the toy to Yoonchae with a big grin. “Hey it kinda looks like me.” She mutters.
Inexplicably, Yoonchae feels her ears burning. “Kinda.” She agrees, taking the plushie from Megan.
“Why are you so good at claw machines?” Yoonchae asks curiously, remembering how Megan had gotten her two plushies from a claw machine a while back. Maybe two, three weeks ago.
Megan clicks her tongue. “Dunno, I like ‘em a lot so I play with ‘em like every time I go to a place that has ‘em. And um, so that I could…” I practiced so I could win you prizes.
She doesn’t end up saying it, just trails off awkwardly before dragging Yoonchae to some shooter game.
Megan hesitantly looks at the photobooth.
Yoonchae notices her staring. “Um, do you wanna do the photobooth?” She asks in a soft tone.
Megan perks up and nods eagerly.
So. The photobooth must’ve been Megan’s worst idea.
Along with how she asked Yoonchae out.
They were so close together— every point of contact felt as if she were getting completely fried and electrocuted and Yoonchae looks so cute in every photo.
God what was she even supposed to do?
Megan’s heart is in her throat as they get the pictures.
Stupid. This whole day was so awkward. Yoonchae probably won’t talk to me after this ffffuuuuck.
The two were sitting on a bench at a park near the arcade.
It’s been quiet for nearly ten minutes now.
Yoonchae takes the initiative to speak first. “Um, thank you for asking me out.” She says hesitantly.
“Thank you for saying yes.” Megan replies.
After another moment of silence they end up speaking over each other.
“Okay— what is wrong with you?”
“Why are we so awkward?”
They stare at each other.
“What do you mean what’s wrong with me?” Megan asks hesitantly.
The Korean girl stares at her then sighs.
“You’ve been weird all week— we haven’t talked properly all week and all of a sudden you’re asking me out on a date? You said you would never like me like that. And, you’ve been… I don’t know, skittish all day long Meg. What’s going on?” Yoonchae asks.
Megan swallows nervously, toying with the hem of her shirt. “So… um… first of all, I’m— I’m sorry. For how I acted. I guess I just, panicked, cause I don’t want to lose you over… how much I like you.” She explains.
Yoonchae perks up, shifting to be facing the other girl. “How much you like me? You… like me?”
Megan takes a deep breath.
“I really- like you. Like— it’s so stupid honestly? It feels like… my heart is so restless around you. It’s just, fucking- yearning for you. Is that pathetic? I keep telling myself over and over again, that I’d do this and do that but I never actually do it because I was too nervous and-”
She stops dead in her tracks. Staring at Yoonchae nervously. “Yeah, um. I really, really like you Chae.” Megan murmurs.
After a moment of silence she considers running, going to Alaska or Ireland or somewhere unreachable.
Fuck. Her eyes are stinging.
Megan doesn’t notice how close they are until she feels Yoonchae’s breath fanning over her lips and nearly jolts out of her skin.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuuuuuck???
Her heartbeat sounds so loud and erratic in her ears. Megan doesn’t know when her eyes fluttered closed.
Yoonchae’s hands twitched, and she hesitantly brought one up to cup Megan’s cheek. Oh god am I sweating? Please don’t be.
Megan swallowed harshly, contemplating whether or not to open her eyes. Her breath hitches hard at the first touch of lips.
Huh. She tastes like strawberry. Megan quickly relaxes into the kiss, limbs losing tension, posture loosening. Her lips are so soft…
Pulling away, Yoonchae looks at Megan, admires the way her cheeks are flushed pink as well as her nose. The way her eyes are still closed, when they open they look somewhat dazed.
Yoonchae’s hand is shaky from where it’s cupping Megan’s cheek. So warm. She brushes against the pink flush, swearing it turned a brighter shade of pink.
“...that was nice.” Megan mumbles, Yoonchae stares at her in disbelief and bursts out laughing.
Megan blush turns from pink to red. Who the hell calls the first kiss “nice”!? What’s wrong with me!?
Yoonchae hums, trying to catch her breath, as one of her hands trails down to interlace with Megan’s. “It was nice, yeah.” She agrees with a wide smile playing on her lips.
Megan tries desperately not to do anything stupid. “So… um, can we… go on another date? A proper one… this one doesn’t count.”
Yoonchae laughs and nods, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss on Megan’s lips. “Mm, I’d love to.”
“You are kinda pathetic by the way.” Yoonchae says, receiving an indignant squawk and shoulder-slap of protest from Megan.
Megan side-eyes the younger girl. “Well. You kissed me so that makes you like. I dunno, stupid.”
“I’m willing to be stupid if it means kissing you.” Megan stops walking, right there on the sidewalk. Where the hell did she learn to speak like that!?
The younger girl happily watches her skin turn pink. “That’s not— you can’t just say things like that Chae!”
“You tasted like cherry.” Yoonchae added on, not dodging the second shoulder slap.
“And your lips were kind of chapped but I don’t mind.” Megan groans into her palms.
“You were very warm.” Yoonchae says matter-of-factly.
Just as Megan thought she was done talking nonsense Yoonchae spoke up again.
“You actually taste quite sweet by the way. Like-”
Megan quickly— clumsily— presses her lips against Yoonchae’s, hard. So unlike their first kiss that was gentle and sweet.
When she pulls away, Yoonchae’s lips are mildly swollen and Yoonchae is a bit dazed.
Yoonchae smiles softly, a giggle falling out of her mouth.
Staring at each other— they burst into giggles right there on the sidewalk.
Megan hums, her arm around Yoonchae’s shoulder and her other hand toying with Yoonchae’s fingers.
“Yuck. You two look like you’re cuddling.” Sophia mutters. They were having lunch at their spot.
“Am I not allowed to cuddle my girlfriend?” Megan asks with a scoff.
Daniela’s jaw drops.
Sophia screams so loudly Yoonchae vaguely worries about teachers scolding them.
“Fucking finally thank god!” Manon exclaims.
Lara just clicks her tongue. “Called it!”