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Megan doesn’t know how she got into this predicament.
Well, she does. But then again… she doesn’t?
Any one of her friends could’ve done it. Daniela had been smirking at her this morning for some reason. Manon was acting shifty in that weirdly obvious way she always did when she knew something she wasn’t supposed to. And Sophia? She’d exchanged a look with Lara at lunch. A full-on, eyebrow-raise-we-know-something kind of look.
Lara. Yeah. It probably was Lara.
She’d been on Megan’s case all week, constantly telling her to “patch things up” with Yoonchae. Like there was anything to fix! Her and Yoonchae were fine!
Um.
Okay.
Except for the part where Megan had accidentally kissed her.
Which sounded bad. Worse than it actually was.
They were studying in the band room, Yoonchae had been laughing at some dumb thing she had said, like, really laughing, and Megan had kind of… tackled her. Playfully. Totally harmless. And then, okay, sue her, she’d leaned in to kiss Yoonchae on the cheek. For funnies. Because she just wanted to see how she’d react.
But of course Yoonchae had turned her head at the exact worst moment. Because the universe hated Megan. Obviously.
So, instead of a cheek kiss, Megan got lips.
A very real, very accidental peck on the mouth.
And then everything had gone straight to hell.
She’d scrambled off like she’d touched a hot stove and started spewing apologies before she could even process what had happened. Her face had gone bright red. And Yoonchae, calm, collected, terrifyingly unreadable Yoonchae, had just mumbled something about needing to go home and made a beeline for the door.
And now?
Now Megan’s neck strap was attached to Yoonchae’s jacket.
Yep.
Of course it was.
Honestly, Megan didn’t know how Lara could have done it. Well, she had been pushing them to sit together, and Megan had felt a tug at her neck strap, not thinking better of it.
Well. If Megan hadn’t been blushing before, she was definitely blushing now. She risked a glance at Yoonchae, if you could even call it a glance, considering they were literally centimeters apart.
The younger girl was fidgeting with her zipper, trying to unclasp the cursed neckstrap. Which was, naturally, being annoying about it. Yoonchae’s jacket was zipped all the way up, and Megan’s neckstrap had that loosening issue it always had, so now they were stuck together.
This was great.
Fantastic, actually.
She loved this for herself.
“Hold still!” hissed Yoonchae, the tips of her ears turning pink. She gave the neckstrap a sharp tug, making Megan stumble forward in some cursed attempt to stay upright.
“Hey!” Megan yelped, flailing slightly. She tried very hard not to look at Yoonchae. “I almost fell into you! Do you know how bad that could’ve been?”
Yoonchae shot her a look and rolled her eyes. “Not worse than this,” she muttered.
As if on cue, the zipper got stuck.
Yoonchae cursed under her breath. “아이씨!”
Megan shifted nervously. “Soooo… is that bad or—?”
Yoonchae flushed and smacked her shoulder.
“Ow!” Megan yelped, glaring up at her as she rubbed her arm. “What the fuck was that for?”
Yoonchae just gave her a hard look.
And well, damn. Two could play at that game. Megan opened her mouth to snap something back, but—
Wait.
Was she crying?
Fuck.
There were tears in the corners of Yoonchae’s eyes. Not falling, thankfully not yet. Megan’s stomach dropped. She cursed under her breath and gently tugged at Yoonchae’s wrist, guiding them to sit on the floor.
Well, guiding Yoonchae to sit down. Megan ended up kneeling awkwardly in front of her, neckstrap still a problem.
“Yoonchae?” Megan said softly, patting the top of her head like that would magically fix everything. “Please don’t cry? I’m sorry for stressing you out. This isn’t exactly great for me either, I mean, like, I don’t mind being stuck to you—”
She winced. “Fuck. That’s not what I meant.”
A beat.
“You know what? I’ll just.. shut up now.”
Yoonchae sniffled and covered her face with her hands.
Megan sighed, brushing a few stray hairs away from her eyes, gentle, like she was afraid to make anything worse.
“Look,” she said, voice low. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to be stuck with right now. But maybe I can help? If you let me?” Yoonchae looked up at her, finally. Her eyes were shiny, but also.. confused?
“I don’t hate you, Megan.”
Oh.
Great! Awesome. Megan’s really glad they’ve got that cleared up.
She blinked. Twice.
“Wait, I thought you hated me because of,” she whispered conspiratorially, “you know, the kissing thing?”
Now it was Yoonchae’s turn to flush bright red.
“Well, you—you stole my first kiss! How was I supposed to react?”
Megan groaned and buried her face in her hands.
“I said I was sorry!”
“Not sorry enough!”
“Then how do you want me to make it up to you?!” Megan yelled, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
Fuck. Fucking hell.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head down. Away from Yoonchae, away from this crazy situation.
Megan felt a cool hand on her cheek and flinched.
“Megan.”
She kept her eyes tightly shut.
A sigh.
“Megan, look at me.”
Megan cracked one eye open.
“So… you’re not going to, like.. kill me or anything?”
Yoonchae rolled her eyes.
“If I wanted you dead, you would be dead,” she said flatly.
Megan scoffed, huffing a weak laugh through her nose.
“Oh, so now she’s got a sense of humor, does she?”
Yoonchae moved her other hand up to cup Megan’s face. Megan flushed. Reasonably.
“What—what are you doing?” Megan stammered.
Yoonchae leaned in close, her breath brushing Megan’s lips.
“I like you better when you don’t talk so much.”
And with that, she kissed Megan.
It wasn’t like the “Ooh fireworks!” kind of kiss that Megan had imagined or the “hot and spicy” thing Lara claimed it felt like.
Yoonchae’s lips were soft, and incredibly sweet. She pressed forward, hands slightly trembling against Megan’s jaw.
Megan pulled away first, giggling a little.
Yoonchae frowned.
“Was it bad? Was I too… what’s the word Lara uses? Forward?”
Megan shook her head quickly.
“No! No, it’s not that. I was just thinking about how I really did steal your first kiss this time.”
“Only because I let you.”
“Because you like me,” Megan said, grinning like it was a joke, but her smile faltered just a little.
“You do like me, right?”
Yoonchae sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath.
“짜증나…”
“I don’t know what that means!”
Yoonchae leaned in and kissed Megan again, this time hard enough to leave her breathless.
“Yes, of course I like you! Stupid!”
Megan blushed, ducking her head. “Just checking,” she muttered.
“Good. Now help me fix my zipper while I try to unclasp your neck strap.”
-
After about thirty minutes, they finally managed to fix Yoonchae’s zipper and unclasp Megan’s neckstrap.
The clasp had come loose with a bit of cork grease, and Megan had somehow worked a miracle to get the zipper moving again.
She sighed, tucking the neckstrap back into the bass clarinet case.
Still unsure where she and Yoonchae stood. Because hello? Who wouldn’t be?
Sure, Yoonchae like liked her, but that could mean a lot of things.
Anywhere from “friends who kiss sometimes” to… “actual girlfriends.”
A voice broke her out of her thoughts.
“You’re thinking too much again,” Yoonchae said, swinging her piccolo case lazily from one finger.
Megan turned to face her, already stammering.
“So, I know that you like me, and that I like you, but what does that… mean for you? Like, are you going to kiss me sometimes, or do I get to take you out on actual dates and call you my girlfriend?”
Yoonchae grabbed Megan’s hand, interlacing their fingers. She tilted her head to the side, thoughtful, and somehow making all of Megan’s nerves fire at once.
“Girlfriend sounds fine,” she said.
Megan smiled brightly, giving Yoonchae’s hand a small squeeze.
She laughed, prompting the younger girl to frown in confusion.
“What’s funny?”
“Lara’s going to give me so much shit about this.”