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“Never have I ever…” Manon hums pensively, shuffling a deck of cards. They got bored of playing Hearts pretty quickly after they ordered pizza so now they're all just sitting on the floor, in the living room of Megan and Lara’s apartment, waiting for the pizza to arrive and playing this game instead. Manon's eyes scan their circle, a knowing smirk forming on her lips when she gets to Dani. “Never have I ever...gone over the speed limit.”
Dani sighs, already raising her plastic cup to take a sip. She was an obvious target for this one. And so is Megan. They both have to drink.
“I can’t believe I'm playing this game with sparkling water.”
Sophia gives Manon a look. “Well, half the people in this room aren’t 21 yet so...I mean, listen, y’all can do whatever you want when I’m not around but no alcohol on my watch.”
Manon pats Sophia's knee sympathetically. “Okay, mommy. It’s your turn.”
Sophia takes a moment to think. "Hmm. Never have I ever…" She pauses dramatically, scanning the circle. “Never have I ever kissed a girl.”
Lara doesn't waste a second before she proudly raises her cup like a salute, then drinks. Megan does too. And no one is surprised. Manon takes a sip. No surprise there either.
Megan keeps her eyes on Yoonchae. Intently. Waiting. She already knows the answer, of course, but she’s curious to see if Yoonchae has the guts to admit or not.
She does.
Slowly, reluctantly, Yoonchae raises her hand, cheeks flushed. Megan watches as Yoonchae lifts the plastic cup to her lips and takes a sip.
Well, well, well. Megan feels a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. This should be good. The other girls are going to shit their pants.
Just as expected, a chorus of loud gasps erupts in the wake of that revelation. Megan was so focused on Yoonchae, though, that she didn't notice Dani drank too. She only catches the movement of her arm out of the corner of her eye, just as Dani lowers the cup. So the loud gasps that follow are, in fact, for both of them.
“Dani?! Yoonchae?! Our resident homophobic queens?!”
Dani groans. “Can you all stop with that? Like, seriously. That shit is so not funny anymore.”
Manon lifts her hands up in surrender. “My bad. I’m sorry. You’re right. That joke is tired. But c’mon, spill. What’s the story here? Can’t blame me for being a little surprised and a little curious, I mean, you literally ‘came out as straight’—”
“So? That means I’m not allowed to kiss girls?”
“The real question here is: did you like it?” Lara asks, leaning forward, clearly invested in the answer.
Dani nods. “It was nice. Sweet.” Then she quickly adds, "But, I mean, like, we didn’t make out or anything. Just an innocent kiss. That's all.”
Lara nods. “Okay. Slay.” She turns her attention to Yoonchae, lifting an eyebrow curiously. “And you?”
Yoonchae looks like she's currently rethinking all of her life choices. She looks down at the carpet, her eyes darting everywhere. Avoiding Lara's stare, and Sophia's calculating gaze. She meets Megan's eyes, briefly, then quickly looks away. She combs a hand through her hair, and says, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.” Lara smiles at her, reaching over and giving her arm a supportive squeeze.
Manon gives her an ok sign. "Gotta say. I wasn't familiar with your game, little one."
And that's that. The girls don't press her for more details. They go back to playing the game. But Megan's mind is elsewhere. She can't shake off the feeling that something is wrong. Whenever she steals a glance at Yoonchae, she seems...guilt-ridden. She probably regrets admitting she kissed a girl. Sophia is going to grill her with questions later, no doubt.
That's why—when it's time for them to leave—Megan decides to offer Yoonchae an escape route. “Hey. Wanna sleep over? We can watch a movie or something. Or play Roblox.”
Yoonchae shakes her head. Again, avoiding eye contact. She keeps her attention fixed on her sleeve, picking at a loose thread. “I’m tired.”
And then Megan is left standing there, in the doorway, feeling a little anxious.
She feels that way in the morning too. Sophia texted the group chat and invited them all over for brunch at hers and Yoonchae's apartment. So now Megan is here, standing in front of their door. Her hand is raised up, curled into a fist, halfway to knocking. She takes a deep breath, then rings the bell instead.
Yoonchae opens the door almost immediately. "Hi."
She isn't smiling, per se, but there's a hint of quiet amusement in her eyes and it makes Megan feel better. “Hi.” She grins. “You look nice.”
Yoonchae smooths her hands down the front of her shirt. “I’m in my pajamas.”
“I like your pajamas.”
“Okay.”
“Lara is running a little late by the way," Megan suddenly remembers to mention as she takes off her shoes. "She can’t decide what outfit to wear.”
Yoonchae nods. "I have to go change too.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“To watch me change?”
“Well, I didn’t mean it like that but hey if you’re offering..." Megan's eyebrows waggle suggestively.
Yoonchae rolls her eyes. “Dani and Manon are in the kitchen with Sophia. Go wait there.”
"Fine." Megan pouts and starts walking, proverbial tail tucked between her legs.
“You did what?!” Sophia’s voice is so loud. Megan hears it before she even steps through the door. She suspects someone must’ve used her new silverware without permission or something. Maybe Dani. Because that's who Sophia is glaring daggers at, from across the kitchen counter. “Tell me you’re joking.”
Manon is next to her, suspiciously quiet. Too quiet. Not laughing. Manon is not even holding in her laughter. Oh, this is serious serious.
Megan is suddenly very invested but she doesn’t dare to ask Sophia what happened. So she quietly takes a seat at the table. And listens.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Dani explains. “It was just a little peck on the lips and we both laughed about it.”
Sophia huffs in disbelief, glancing at Megan. “Can you believe this girl?”
Megan shrugs. “I don’t even know what’s happening.”
“Oh, I’ll tell you what’s happening—”
“No,” Dani says quickly, jumping out of her seat. “Don’t tell her.”
Sophia folds her arms across her chest. One eyebrow raised judgmentally. “Why not? Are you ashamed? You should be!”
Dani rolls her eyes. “I am not ashamed. But you really shouldn’t tell her. I can’t tell you why but...you shouldn’t tell her.”
Megan throws her hands up in exasperation. “Okay, well now I really wanna know!”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know—”
“She kissed Yoonchae,” Sophia blurts out.
And Megan's jaw hits the floor. Her thoughts come to a screeching halt. She feels like she's been hit by a truck, rolled over the edge of a cliff, hit every branch and rock on the way down, and fell face-first on the solid ground. “What?! When? How? Like—on the mouth?!”
Dani sighs. “Yes, on the mouth. Can you both calm down? It was seriously not a big deal. It was just like—okay, let me show you.” She kisses the back of her hand as if to demonstrate exactly how long it lasted. “Mwah. Just like that.” She kisses it again. “And then we both laughed about it.”
But Megan doesn’t care to know the details because she’s already picturing it in her head and she feels like she is boiling in scorching hot water. She can’t stop picturing it. Dani kissing Yoonchae. Dani kissing Yoonchae. Dani kissing—
“Yoonchae,” Sophia says, just as Yoonchae enters the kitchen. “There you are.”
Yoonchae stops in her tracks, confused, because suddenly all eyes are on her.
“They know,” Dani says.
“Oh.” Yoonchae immediately glances at Megan then quickly looks away. Then she looks back at Dani. Until Dani slowly shakes her head. Then Yoonchae nods like she understands whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean because apparently they can communicate telepathically now. Great. Megan grits her teeth.
A tense silence fills the room. Until Lara walks in. “Good morning! Damn. Who died?”
Manon chuckles, and the tension in the room starts to dissipate. The other girls get over it surprisingly fast. Even Sophia. As soon as they start eating and the conversation switches to a different topic, none of them seem to care anymore that Dani kissed Yoonchae. But it’s all Megan can think about. Even the food tastes all wrong in her mouth, as she sits there, chewing like she’s chewing on shards of glass and tasting blood.
Fuck. She can’t stop thinking about it. She can’t stop her brain from conjuring all kinds of scenarios in which Dani kisses Yoonchae. Her Yoonchae. And she can’t even drag Yoonchae aside and ask her about it because one, it would immediately raise some question marks around the room, and two, Yoonchae doesn’t owe her an explanation. That’s the truth.
Because it’s not like they are officially dating or anything. They just kissed once. And then never talked about it. And then they kissed again. And never talked about it. So it’s like—a situationship of some kind. Megan doesn’t know what else to call it. But she does know she wants more. Hell, she already told the world, in front of the cameras, that Yoonchae is her girlfriend. How is Yoonchae not getting the hint? Megan hasn’t been subtle at all.
The only reason she can think of is that Yoonchae isn’t interested in anything more than a casual arrangement that involves kissing a bit and that’s it. Nothing more. So Megan has been hesitant to talk to Yoonchae about it. She settled for whatever Yoonchae wanted and whatever Yoonchae was willing to give her. And she was fine with that. She really was. But now…It’s not fine at all. Because why is Yoonchae suddenly kissing other girls?!
Megan is losing her mind.
She is hyper-focused on every little interaction and eye contact Yoonchae and Dani have at the table. Like right now. As Dani leans forward, closer to Yoonchae, watching her prepare a sauce. “Can you make some for me when you’re done?”
Megan feels her eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Dani is using a tone she doesn’t like. All pouty and sweet.
But Yoonchae either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, because all she says is, “You can’t make it yourself?”
Exactly. Tell her, Yoonchae. Tell her to make it herself.
Dani pouts. “I don’t know how to make it.”
Megan rolls her eyes.
“I told you,” Yoonchae sighs, already reaching for more ingredients to make the sauce for Dani anyway. Because of course she does. And of course she has to be all nonchalant about it, so effortlessly charming.
Megan can’t stand it. She slides her chair closer to Yoonchae, invading her personal space. She does the pouty-baby voice too. “Can you put one of your potatoes into my bowl?”
Yoonchae does—without saying anything.
“Thank you,” Megan sing-songs, casually resting a hand on Yoonchae’s thigh under the table. Rubbing circles with her thumb. Yoonchae gives her a sharp look. Megan just blinks back at her innocently.
“What are we posting on TikTok tomorrow?” Sophia asks once they are done with rehearsals and getting ready to leave the practice room.
Megan catches Dani glancing at Yoonchae. She’s definitely about to suggest they do another dance challenge together. So Megan quickly raises her hand like she’s volunteering to be a tribute in the Hunger Games. “I wanna post something!” All eyes turn to look at her. “Uh. It’s been a while since I posted something so…”
Sophia nods. "Okay, then."
Great. Now she has to come up with an idea. She whips out her phone to scroll through her Spotify playlists and pick a song. From the corner of her eye, she sees Yoonchae moving closer. Megan smiles, reaching out to tug on Yoonchae's sleeve. “Will you film it for me?” She asks, even though she doesn't need to. Because that was obviously Yoonchae's intention.
After the girls leave, it’s just them. And Megan takes off her shirt, revealing a pink sports bra.
Yoonchae blinks in surprise. Eyes wide open. “What are you doing?”
“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” She picks a song and gives Yoonchae her phone to press play. “Remember when you filmed me dancing to Tate McRae's Exes? I’m gonna need camera work like that for this one too.”
That means Yoonchae has to get all up close and personal while Megan practically does a strip tease for her without actually stripping. Just like last time. Except last time Megan didn’t have any seductive intentions in mind. At least not on purpose. But this time—oh, it’s game on.
She dances in front of the camera, but she dances only for Yoonchae. She isn’t thinking about all the people that will see this dance on TikTok, she’s only thinking about Yoonche watching her. Right here. Right now. Megan wants Yoonchae to look at her, only her. To see her. To want her.
After she's done, she’s breathing heavily. A little sweaty. A little disheveled. Just as planned.
Except…Yoonchae isn’t looking at her anymore. She’s looking at her phone to see how the video turned out.
Dammit.
And she looks so good like that, all nonchalant. Megan can’t fucking take it anymore. She’s too pent up. She marches forward, crossing the space between them. She pins Yoonchae against the mirror. And kisses her.
“Megan,” Yoonchae hisses, as Megan starts kissing her jaw, and down the side of her neck, teeth scraping the soft skin there, so sensitive. She can feel Yoonchae shiver. "What—"
“What?” Megan asks, lips brushing past Yoonchae's pulse point, tempted to give her a hickey. To mark her. “So Dani can kiss you whenever she wants and I can’t?”
“She only kissed me one time.”
Megan pauses. Jealousy flares within her again, bright red and electric. It's just so—she’s so annoyed. And angry. And hurt. It's like a knot inside her chest, aching and refusing to come undone.
She pulls back to look at Yoonchae. “Why did you let her?” Her words sound sharp around the edges, but her voice breaks, ice shattering. “Why?”
Her hands on Yoonchae’s shoulders begin to tremble and the movement does not go unnoticed. Because Yoonchae's eyes soften a little. "I didn’t. I was surprised. I didn’t know she was gonna do that.”
“Did you like it?”
Yoonchae sighs. “Can you stop?" She grips Megan's hips, her mouth drawn into a tight frown. “You’re being weird…”
“I’m being weird?” Megan scoffs. “Fine. I guess I’ll just go kiss someone too since it’s not a big deal, right? I’ll just—”
“No.”
“No?”
Yoonchae pins her in place with the sheer intensity of her gaze. “No.”
“Why not?”
Yoonchae wets her lips, looking away. “Because.”
Ugh. “You’re so unfair. You’re so fucking unfair.”
“I’m not!”
“You are!”
Yoonchae sighs. “Megan…I don’t want to fight.”
“I don’t want to fight either! I just—” She grits her teeth, forcing her temper down. She clenches her hands into fists, so tight they are trembling at her sides. “I want you to only kiss me. Okay?” There it is. Her bleeding heart on a plate. She doesn’t even care that she sounds pathetic. “From now on…only kiss me. No one else. Only me. Okay?”
She sounds desperate. She sounds like she’s begging. And she doesn’t care. Because the next thing she knows—Yoonchae is kissing her. And she whispers, "Okay." Like a promise, pressed softly against Megan's lips.