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*Megan with a necklace which is from Yoonchae*
meganskiendiel | be ready...
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sophia_laforteza where's the thing around your neck from??!?!
—> meganskiendiel shut up
—> lararajj fr where you get it
gayformeiyok you're so hot😫merryme pls
y0on_cha3 you're beautiful, ur necklace too🩷
—> user37katseye YOONCHAE?!???!!
—> arielbabe omg HI YOOnchAe
yaoifirst READY FOR WHAT
Yoonchae decided, she texts to Megan.
y0on_cha3 we should go on a date you know, promise we wont get caught
meganskiendiel let me think about it
y0on_cha3 oh cmon
y0on_cha3 we good together, im Jeung Yoonchae and you're beautiful
y0on_cha3 i know you like me -_-
meganskiendiel well you really like me too
y0on_cha3 wrong
y0on_cha3 im in love with you
meganskiendiel wait— are sou serious?
y0on_cha3 i fell in love with your smile when i saw you first in my live, then when i saw you in person i nearly died
meganskiendiel thats so extra🙄
y0on_cha3 im serious
y0on_cha3 please give me a chance, i'll prove that you'll want more of me😏
meganskiendiel okay
y0on_cha3 sooooo when?
meganskiendiel tomorrow night?
y0on_cha3 perfect just like you😍
meganskiendiel 🙄
meganskiendiel 🩷
It was late night in the dorm, and Megan was pacing back and forth in her room. Her heart was racing, palms sweaty and mind spiraling through every possible scenario.
"Okay, Megan," she muttered to herself. "You've got this. Casual, cute, fun... no overthinking... just... breathe."
She flopped onto her bed, then sat up again.
"Wait. Is this outfit too much? Not enough? The necklace—should I wear it? Oh god, she might think I'm trying too hard. Too much. Not enough. Not okay. Panic. Panic. PANIC."
Her room became a battlefield. Clothes sprawled everywhere, shoes kicked aside, hairbrushes and makeup scattered across her desk.
Sophia barged into the room without knocking. "Megan! What on earth is going on?" she asked, eyes scanning the chaos.
"I... I—uh..." Megan stammered, grabbing a hoodie and yanking it over her head. "Nothing! Nothing's going on!"
Daniela peeked over Sophia's shoulder, smirking. "Megan. Are you seriously panicking over... what?"
Megan froze. "Nothing! Absolutely nothing. Don't ask questions!"
Manon walked in next, raising an eyebrow. "Is that why the room looks like a tornado hit it?"
Megan groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. "Please... just... leave me alone."
Lara strolled in casually, leaning against the doorframe. "You look... different," she said, tilting her head.
Megan blinked. "Different how?"
"You're... like... glowing?" Sophia added, wiggling her fingers dramatically. "And nervous. And excited. And your cheeks are... red."
Megan's heart skipped a beat. She tried to grab a blanket to hide behind. "I'm not... I'm not..."
Daniela smirked. "Ohhh... we get it."
Manon leaned in, whispering: "She has a date."
Megan squeaked, nearly dropping her shoes.
"W-what?! No! That's... that's not... you don't know what you're talking about!"
Sophia laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Megan, you're so obvious. I've never seen anyone pace, trip over a chair, and spray deodorant in the mirror like this for nothing."
Lara laughed softly. "Yeah... it's a date. I can smell it on you. It's literally in your aura."
Sophia grabbed Megan by the shoulders and spun her around dramatically. "So, tell us! Who is it?? Yoonchae?"
Megan yelped. "I... I can't tell you!"
Daniela grinned. "Oooh, the suspense is killing me. Come on, spill it!"
Vanessa added: "Megan, you can't hide this. You're literally vibrating with... feelings."
Megan groaned, running a hand over her face. "I—fine! But you can't scream!"
"Too late," Sophia said. "We already know. The vibes don't lie!"
"Okay, fine!" Megan admitted, cheeks pink. "It's... Yoonchae."
Sophia shrieked, throwing herself onto the bed. "OH MY GOD. THE YOONCHAE DATE. I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I'M CRYING. I'M DEAD."
Daniela burst out laughing. "You look like a full-blown anime character right now. Hands over cheeks, heart racing, pacing like a wild animal."
Megan buried her face in a pillow. "STOP. STOP. YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE!"
Lara giggled. "You're adorable though, not gonna lie. She's lucky."
Manon smirked. "And you? You're panicking over what exactly? Just go already!"
Megan peeked through the pillow. "I—what if I say something dumb? What if I trip? What if I spill my drink on her?"
Sophia clapped her hands together. "Perfect. All of that is classic Megan. She'll love it. Also, that necklace? Wear it. Everyone needs to see that sparkle."
Megan froze. "...I was thinking the same thing."
Daniela nudged her. "See? Even we know you need it. Go. Be cute. Be flustered. She'll eat it up."
Megan took a deep breath, straightened her sweater, and finally grabbed her bag. "Okay... okay. I'm going. Wish me luck."
Sophia shouted after her: "Luck?! You don't need luck—you're Megan! She'll fall for you anyway!"
Megan couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing just a little as she headed out of the dorm, heart pounding, hands gripping the little charm Yoonchae had given her.
A familiar sound of a car engine pulled up outside. Megan's stomach did flips.
"Okay... breathe," she muttered to herself.
Yoonchae stepped out of a sleek black car, smiling brightly. Her hair shimmered under the streetlights, eyes sparkling like she knew a secret.
"Hey," Yoonchae said softly, leaning against the door.
Megan's heart skipped a beat. "Hi..."
"You ready for tonight?" Yoonchae asked, voice teasing, low and playful.
"I think so," Megan said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Think so?" Yoonchae raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at her lips. "I don't think 'think so' will cut it. You look amazing," Yoonchae added, teasing. "Do you always look this good before a date... or just for me?"
Megan choked on air. "S-Stop... you're impossible."
"Only for you," Yoonchae whispered, opening the door. "Hop in."
They settled into the car. Megan in the passenger seat, Yoonchae behind the wheel.
"So... where are we going?" Megan asked nervously, trying to act casual.
"You'll see," Yoonchae said with a mysterious smile. "Part of the fun is the surprise."
Megan peeked at her, noticing the playful glint in her eyes. "You're evil."
"I prefer charming," Yoonchae corrected, reaching over just slightly to brush a stray strand of hair from Megan's face.
Megan's heart raced. She tried to look away, but found herself staring right back.
Yoonchae noticed. "You know, you can look at me," she teased. "It's not dangerous... probably."
"Probably?" Megan whispered, voice trembling just a little.
"Yes," Yoonchae said softly, eyes locking onto hers. "Definitely probably."
They arrived at a small, cozy street lined with lanterns and fairy lights. The soft glow reflected off the cobblestones, making everything feel like a movie.
They walked side by side, shoulders brushing. Megan's hand occasionally hit Yoonchae's arm, and each time, Yoonchae would look down at her, smile, and lightly tease: "Careful, Megan... you might get used to this."
"I—stop teasing me!" Megan said, cheeks pink.
"I won't stop," Yoonchae said softly, leaning closer. "Not tonight."
They arrived at a small, retro arcade. Lights flashing, music pumping, the smell of popcorn in the air.
"First challenge," Yoonchae said with a grin, pointing at the air hockey table.
Megan groaned. "I'm terrible at this."
"Even better," Yoonchae teased. "It'll be cute."
The match began. Megan swung the puck wildly and missed completely. Yoonchae laughed, easily scoring.
"You're adorable when you lose," she said, eyes twinkling.
"I—stop teasing me!" Megan protested, cheeks pink.
"Not a chance," Yoonchae whispered, brushing Megan's hand as they leaned over the table.
Next, they tried a claw machine. Megan fumbled to grab a plush toy for Yoonchae. The claw missed.
Yoonchae laughed.
They reached a small observation deck overlooking the city. Lights twinkled like stars below.
"Cold?" Yoonchae asked softly, draping a jacket over Megan's shoulders.
"A little," Megan admitted, leaning closer.
They sat side by side, shoulders touching. Megan's heart raced. Every glance, every soft smile from Yoonchae made her stomach flip.
"I'm glad it's just us tonight," Yoonchae whispered.
Megan looked up, eyes soft. "Me too."
A gentle breeze carried the faint sound of the festival behind them. They laughed softly at a couple trying—and failing—to win a stuffed animal.
Yoonchae nudged her playfully. "Next time, I'll let you win."
Megan blushed. "You're lying."
"Maybe," Yoonchae said softly, leaning just a little closer.
Megan glanced sideways at Yoonchae.
The girl was staring at the view, chin resting on her hand, her expression calm and thoughtful.
She looked different here — softer, more real than any video or livestream.
Megan swallowed, then asked gently. "Can I ask you something personal?"
Yoonchae turned to her immediately, smile forming. "Of course. You can ask me anything."
Megan hesitated, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. "I know you're... well... huge online. Sixteen million people is insane. But... why did you start? Like... what made you want to be an influencer?"
Yoonchae blinked, then let out a soft, surprised laugh. "You actually want to know?"
Megan nodded. "Yeah... I want to know you. Not the perfect online version. The real one."
That made Yoonchae's smile falter—just a little.
Not in a bad way.
She pulled her knees up slightly, turning her body toward Megan.
"Okay," she began, exhaling. "So... it's embarrassing, but whatever. I trust you."
Megan's heart flipped at that.
"I started when I was twelve." Yoonchae laughed softly. "Twelve. A literal baby."
Megan's eyes widened. "Twelve? Doing what?"
Yoonchae covered her face for a moment.
"Oh my god, this is so stupid—okay, fine. I uploaded this dumb video of me dancing in my room. Pajamas, sunglasses, messy hair... the whole disaster package."
Megan let out a loud laugh that echoed over the water. "Oh NO—please tell me it's still online."
"No," Yoonchae said dramatically. "It's buried. Hidden. Deleted. Burned. I refuse to let the world see twelve-year-old me."
Megan giggled, nudging her shoulder. "Come on, it can't be that bad."
"It was HORRIBLE," Yoonchae insisted, pointing at her. "I wasn't even dancing! I was just... flailing."
Megan laughed harder, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "So you posted it," she said between giggles. "And then what?"
"And then," Yoonchae sighed, "I saw two days later and it had... half a million views."
Megan froze. "You're lying."
"I wish I were," Yoonchae said, shaking her head. "I screamed. I cried. I hid under the dining table for an hour."
Megan lost it, leaning against her shoulder from laughing so hard. "That's the cutest thing I've EVER heard."
"That was TRAUMA," Yoonchae corrected, but she was laughing too.
After the laughter faded, Yoonchae's voice softened. "And... people kept asking for more. So I posted again. And again. And somehow... I just never stopped."
Megan watched her, eyes warm, voice quiet. "It suits you. You make people happy."
Yoonchae's breath caught—just a little.
Slowly, she smiled back. "You make me happy too, you know."
Megan felt her heart flip so hard she almost forgot how to breathe.
The city lights glowed around them. Their shoulders pressed together. The air felt warm despite the breeze.
And neither of them moved.
Megan's shoulder was still touching Yoonchae's.
And Yoonchae... didn't move away.
Instead, she shifted just slightly — enough that their arms brushed again.
Megan swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of everything. The cold breeze. The warmth of Yoonchae's body next to hers. The quiet hum of the city far below.
"I'm glad you told me all that," Megan said quietly. "It's... nice. Getting to know you."
Yoonchae tilted her head, eyes soft. "You already know more about me than most people do."
"That's crazy."
"It's true," Yoonchae said, nudging her playfully. "You're special."
Megan felt her breath catch. Her fingers curled slightly against her leg, almost reaching for something — someone.
Yoonchae noticed.
She always noticed.
"You okay?" she asked softly, leaning closer.
Megan laughed nervously. "Yeah. Just... you're kinda intense."
"In a good way?"
"Maybe," Megan whispered.
Yoonchae smirked, leaning in just a little more.
"Only maybe?"
"Fine," Megan muttered, cheeks warm. "Yes. In a good way."
"I knew it," Yoonchae whispered, eyes sparkling with playful victory.
A breeze passed, making Megan shiver. Without a word, Yoonchae reached out and gently took Megan's hand.
It wasn't dramatic. It was soft. Warm. Slow.
Megan froze for a second.
"You're cold," Yoonchae said simply. "And I don't like seeing you uncomfortable."
Megan looked down at their hands — fingers intertwined, perfectly fitting.
Her pulse hammered.
"You didn't have to..."
"I wanted to," Yoonchae cut in.
Megan looked up — right into her eyes.
Yoonchae's expression wasn't teasing now. It was warm. Confident. Honest.
"You make it really hard to think," Megan whispered.
"That's the idea," Yoonchae teased softly, squeezing her hand. Yoonchae's thumb brushed Megan's hand — just once, but it was enough to make her whole body tense.
Their knees touched.
The distance between their faces felt smaller now... Too small.
Megan tried to focus on the view, but Yoonchae wasn't looking at the city anymore.
She was looking at her.
"What are you thinking about?" Megan whispered.
Yoonchae smiled gently.
"You."
Megan's lips parted. "That's... direct."
"I'm being honest," Yoonchae said softly. "Is that okay?"
Megan nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's... more than okay."
Yoonchae let out a small breath — like she'd been holding it. Yoonchae's free hand lifted, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Megan's ear. Her fingers grazed Megan's cheek — warm, intentional, soft enough to make her eyes flutter for a second.
"You're really beautiful," she whispered.
Megan felt her stomach do a full somersault.
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true." she says. "I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you Megan." she whispered too emotional.
Yoonchae is really in love.
"You're gonna make me blush."
"Good," Yoonchae murmured. "I like it when you blush."
Their faces were close now. Close enough that Megan could feel Yoonchae's breath. Close enough that one tiny movement would change everything.
Megan didn't pull back. She didn't want to.
But just as Yoonchae leaned a little closer—
A burst of fireworks exploded from the festival below, painting the sky in pink and gold.
The sound startled them both. Megan laughed nervously. Yoonchae laughed too — softer, but with that same sparkle in her eyes.
"We should probably go check out the fireworks," Megan whispered.
"Yeah," Yoonchae said, squeezing her hand again. "Before I do something reckless."
Megan froze. "Reckless?"
Yoonchae just winked.
While they were watching the fireworks, Megan looked really cold.
Her shoulders were trembling, her fingers curled into the sleeves of her hoodie, and every time a gust of wind hit, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Yoonchae noticed immediately.
At first she tried subtle things — moving a little closer, offering her jacket, brushing Megan's hand with her own. But Megan kept insisting with a tiny smile, "I'm fine, I swear."
She wasn't.
And Yoonchae couldn't stand it.
Not when it came to her. Not when the girl she was falling for was shivering right in front of her.
So Yoonchae stepped in front of Megan, blocking the wind with her body.
"Come on," she said softly, but firmly, "I'm taking you home."
Megan blinked up at her, surprised.
"W-what? No, we haven't even—"
"I don't care about fireworks," Yoonchae said. "I care about you. And I'm not going to watch the person I'm in love with, freeze."
Megan froze for a different reason this time—heart pounding, cheeks burning, eyes wide.
Yoonchae gently took her hand, warming Megan's fingers between her own.
"Come on," she whispered. "Let's get you back to the dorm."
And without another word, she walked Megan to the car, still holding her hand the whole way.
Megan looked down at their hands intertwined and felt a spreading heat in her chest—soft, glowing, overwhelming.
Yes, she was freezing on the outside.
But on the inside?
Megan had never felt warmer in her life.
______
The drive back to the dorm was quiet at first—the kind of quiet that felt gentle, not awkward.
Streetlights passed in warm yellow streaks across Megan's face, and every time the glow hit her, Yoonchae's heart did a somersault.
About ten minutes in, Yoonchae reached over and held out her phone.
"Pick something," she said with a shy half-smile. "Play whatever you want on the radio."
Megan took the phone carefully, like it was fragile. "Anything?"
"Anything," Yoonchae confirmed.
Megan scrolled through the playlists, trying not to overthink it. She settled on a soft, acoustic song—warm vocals, quiet guitar. Something intimate.
The music filled the car.
Yoonchae glanced over at her, eyes soft in the dashboard light. "Good choice..."
Then—without taking her eyes off the road—she added, almost whispering. "Sing for me."
Megan's heart jumped into her throat.
"W-what? Here? Now??"
Yoonchae's lips lifted in a small, shy smile.
"You don't have to be perfect. I just... want to hear you. And you're Megan fucking Skiendiel right?"
Megan swallowed, nerves buzzing under her skin—but the way Yoonchae looked at her made it impossible to say no.
So she did. Quietly at first, voice barely above a whisper. Then a little louder, a little braver.
Yoonchae didn't speak. Didn't tease. She just listened, every now and then biting her lip like the sound physically affected her.
When the song ended, Megan exhaled shakily.
"That was..." Yoonchae started, then stopped, searching for the right word. "...beautiful."
Megan blushed so hard she had to look out the window.
And for the rest of the drive, they didn't say much—just shared soft glances, secret smiles, and a warm, fluttering silence that said more than either of them could.
By the time they pulled up in front of the dorm, night had settled into a soft, quiet calm.
The car engine hummed gently, the streetlights glowing warm and golden over Megan's face.
Neither girl spoke.
Finally, Yoonchae unbuckled her seatbelt, then looked at Megan. They both stepped out of the car. Yoonchae walkes over her and leaned against the car.
They were looking at each other, then Megan smiled first."I... had a really good time," she said softly.
"Me too." Yoonchae's voice was gentle, sincere. "More than you know."
Megan bit her lip, fighting a smile.
"Megan?"
"Mm?"
Yoonchae hesitated. She wasn't usually shy—not online, not on camera—but Megan made her feel like every word mattered twice as much.
"I'm really glad you came tonight," Yoonchae said. "Even when you were freezing."
She laughed softly.
Megan laughed too. "It was worth freezing."
The air shifted—warmer, closer.
Yoonchae leaned slightly toward her, not enough to invade her space, just enough to make Megan's breath catch.
The car felt too small. Too warm. Too full of everything they weren't saying.
"Can I—" Yoonchae began, then stopped.
Her eyes dropped to Megan's lips for a split second before darting back up.
Megan's heart sped up. "Can you... what?" 'Just kiss me already.'
But Yoonchae didn't finish. She simply reached forward and tucked a strand of Megan's hair gently behind her ear.
Her fingertips lingered a moment too long.
"You look beautiful," she whispered, almost like she was telling a secret.
Megan swallowed. Hard.
"Yoonchae..."
She couldn't say more. She didn't need to.
Yoonchae pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again—those soft brown eyes that always gave away what she was feeling.
"Get inside before you get sick," she said, voice warm, teasing, protective all at once.
"Goodnight," she said softly.
"Goodnight, Megan."
Megan smiled, shy and small, then turned toward the entrance. Yoonchae stayed where she was, hands in her jacket pockets, watching Megan's back as she walked away.
She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to reach out. Yoonchae didn't want to push.
But she stayed still.
Megan reached the door. Placed her hand on the handle.
Paused.
Then—without warning—she turned back around.
Yoonchae's breath caught.
She walks back.
Megan walked back to her.
Yoonchae swallowed. "Megan...?"
Megan didn't answer with words.
Instead, she reached up with trembling fingers and touched Yoonchae's cheek—soft, hesitant, like she wasn't sure she was allowed.
Yoonchae leaned into the touch instinctively.
And then—slowly, carefully—Megan stood on her toes and kissed her.
A soft shy kiss.
Barely a brush of lips, but it knocked the air from Yoonchae's lungs.
Everything froze for a second.
Megan pulled back only a little, still close enough that their foreheads almost touched.
"I don't do french kiss on first date but I couldn't walk inside without doing that," she whispered.
"I just... had to."
Yoonchae stared at her, stunned, lips parted, heart pounding so loudly she was sure Megan could hear it.
"Megan..." she breathed, "...you're going to ruin me."
Megan laughed quietly, flustered and glowing, her face warm even in the cold night.
"Goodnight," she murmured again—this time with a tiny smile she couldn't hide.
"Goodnight," Yoonchae whispered back, dazed and smiling like her world had just tilted.
"God." Yoonchae says then hop in the car, smiling.
When Megan enteres in the dorm, the girls were already standing infront of her.
"She's... amazing." Megan says while leaning against the door.