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“I mean, it’s just crazy, right? Just because I came out as straight, they think I’m homophobic. And now they think you’re homophobic too, because what—you’re nonchalant? It’s crazy. These people are jobless I’m telling you. A bunch of jobless losers.” Dani huffs in indignation as she tugs a pair of skinny jeans up her legs. Buttoning the waistband takes two tries then it snaps into place with a satisfying click. She turns sideways, studying her reflection in the mirror. The denim hugs her hips snugly, the high waist accentuating her silhouette. She throws a look over her shoulder. She can't see Yoonchae through the curtain but Dani knows she's there. “Are you gonna say something or…?”
Yoonchae has been mostly quiet, just listening to Dani rant, as she waits outside the fitting room. “I don’t know what to say.”
Fair enough, Dani thinks. Yoonchae is probably tired of this topic. Dani has been ranting about it ever since they entered the store. She didn't even mean to bring it up—but it's just so frustrating. And Dani knows Yoonchae feels the same way even if she doesn't let it show. She knows Yoonchae understands her frustration.
The other girls have been teasing them both—with jokes and memes—and Dani knows it's all in good spirits but it gets tiring. That's why they're here in the first place. Her and Yoonchae. Dani figured they could use a breather, some time alone just the two of them. “You know what? You’re right. Why ruin our day talking about stupid shit people say about us on the internet?"
She gives herself one more look in the mirror, taming her curls, before pulling the curtain aside, just enough to poke her head out and look for Yoonchae.
"Come over here and tell me how I look in this fit.” She slowly twirls on the spot so Yoonchae can see her fit from all angles. "Well? How do I look?"
“Very nice.”
Dani arches a brow, amused. “That’s it? Nice? I’m not aiming for nice here," she says, placing her hands on her hips and striking a pose. "I’m aiming for sexy.”
Yoonchae nods. “It’s very sexy.” She says it so matter-of-factly it sounds like she's reading instructions from a manual. It's cute. It makes Dani want to plant a big smooch on her cheek. So she does. And Yoonchae blinks back at her in surprise; amusement making her eyes shine. “What was that?”
“A kiss. Duh.” Honest to God, Dani would take a bullet for this girl. She's too cute.
“You’re funny,” Yoonchae says, combing a hand through her hair. She bites her lip around a smile, and—okay. Dani might not be gay but...she has eyes. And Yoonchae is—well, she is very pretty. Objectively speaking. Yoonchae is very pretty. Pretty face, pretty eyes, pretty smile. The light inside the fitting room makes her lips glisten and they look so soft, and kissable. Dani has never given that particular detail any attention before but right now, from this close, with so little space between them, she can’t help but notice. She can't help but wonder. What would it feel like? To kiss a girl.
So she does. A small peck on the lips. Chaste and quick. “See? I just kissed you and I’m not grossed out or anything.” She swipes her thumb across Yoonchae's bottom lip, eyes trained on the way her mouth tries to form words. "And you're not grossed out or anything either, right?" She looks up and their eyes meet and Yoonchae chuckles. Dani pulls back, smiling. “What? Why are you laughing? I’m trying to beat the homophobic allegations.”
Yoonchae is very obviously trying not to laugh. Her eyes shine and her lips twitch.
Dani pouts. “Okay, c’mon, I’m not that funny.”
She turns to look at herself in the mirror again, checking her outfit.
She feels Yoonchae's fingers brush the nape of her neck as she gently tucks in the label of Dani's shirt. “It’s because you’re cute,” she says, and she gives Dani this half smile in the mirror, fond and lazy. Like she's happy to indulge Dani, the way someone older would indulge someone younger—which is ridiculous. Because Dani is the older one here, not the other way around.
Dani frowns, petulantly—on purpose. "You always say that. You always say I'm cute. I'm not cute! I’m hot! I am a hot latina mami!”
“Yes. But also. Tiny.”
“Hey!” Dani huffs, scandalized. Because that's another thing. Right? So unfair. Why is Yoonchae taller than her? It makes no sense.
“Tiny latina mami.”
Dani pokes her side playfully. “Oh, you have some nerve now, huh?”
It doesn't cross her mind until much later, while they're sitting side by side in a photobooth, that she might've just stolen Yoonchae's first kiss.
Their pinkies brush as they both reach for the thin strip of photos before it's even fully emerged. Yoonchae lets her take it, and it's something about that gesture, so simple and selfless, that makes Dani pause. She really just has to know, to make sure. "That wasn’t your first kiss, right?”
Yoonchae blinks, then shakes her head. “No.”
Dani lets out a sigh of relief. “Ok, good. Good.” But then. “Wait. Not even with a girl?”
Yoonchae doesn't say anything. But she doesn't have to. Her silence speaks volumes.
Dani gasps. “Who? Who?!” Damn. She sounds like an owl.
Yoonchae sweeps a lock of hair back from her face and tucks it behind her ear. “I can’t say…”
“C’mon~ I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Who?”
Yoonchae sighs. Her attitude betrays nothing but careful nonchalance but Dani catches a hint of pink coloring her cheeks when she mumbles, “Megan…”
Dani gasps. “I knew it! You two really weren’t kidding about kissing all the time—”
Yoonchae quickly shakes her head. “No! It’s not like that!"
“Aww. Look at you. Blushing.” Dani pinches her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna tell anyone that you’re Megan's girlfriend~”
“I am not her girlfriend.”
“Does Megan know that?”
“Unnie, I’m serious. You can’t tell anyone—”
“Relax, Yoonchip. I got you." She throws an arm around Yoonchae’s shoulders, pulling her close. "You know I got your back. Always.”
Besides, Dani is pretty sure Megan would probably kill her if she found out she kissed Yoonchae. She even tells Yoonchae that when they exit the photobooth.
Yoonchae rolls her eyes. “She won't kill you.”
Dani tries to picture it in her head for a moment. She imagines how Megan would react and: “Oh yeah, I’m pretty sure she'll kill me.”