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“Good night, Coachella!” Yoonchae shouted into the microphone, her voice bright, controlled, flawless.
The crowd erupted.
Lights flashing. Fans screaming. Cameras everywhere.
She smiled—wide, radiant, untouchable. Perfect.
And then she turned. The second her foot hit backstage, out of the spotlight— it disappeared like it had never been real.
Her face went cold, jaw tight, eyes distant. The adrenaline was still there—but now it twisted into something sharp, something ugly.
Her chest rose unevenly as she walked fast—too fast—down the hallway, boots hitting the floor hard, echoing through the space.
“Baby, you were amazing and—”
Megan. Of course.
Yoonchae didn’t slow down. Didn’t even look at her.
Megan hurried after her, breath slightly uneven, reaching out— Her fingers barely brushed Yoonchae’s hand before—
Yoonchae yanked it away violently. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her voice was low. Controlled but lethal.
Megan froze mid-step. “What? What’s wrong?”
Yoonchae let out a short, sharp laugh—completely humorless, almost breathless. “Oh my god… don’t do that.” She shook her head, pacing a step, then turning back. “Don’t stand there and act like you have no idea.”
“I actually don’t,” Megan said, frowning now, confusion mixing with unease. “Yoonchae, what are you talking about?”
Footsteps.
“What’s going on?” Lara’s voice cut in as she approached, followed by Daniela and Sophia.
Daniela already looked tense.
Sophia? Alert. Leader mode—but uncertain.
Yoonchae stilled then slowly turned her eyes locked on Lara. “You.”
Silence fell instantly.
“You’re what’s going on.”
Lara blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
“That little fucking performance you decided to put on out there?” Yoonchae’s voice rose slightly, her control slipping at the edges. “What the hell was that?”
Megan exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “Yoonchae, it wasn’t—”
“No.” Yoonchae snapped, cutting her off without even looking at her. “No, don’t jump in. I’m talking to her.”
Lara crossed her arms slightly, defensive now. “It was part of the stage—”
“Oh yeah?” Yoonchae stepped closer, her eyes blazing. “Since when was licking someone’s neck part of the choreography?”
That landed. Hard.
A beat of silence.
Sophia inhaled slowly. “…That wasn’t rehearsed.”
Daniela shook her head slightly. “No. It wasn’t.”
Yoonchae let out a bitter laugh, gesturing between them. “Right. So I’m not fucking crazy then.”
Megan stepped forward again, softer now. “It just… happened—”
“Oh my god.” Yoonchae dragged a hand down her face. “It just happened? That’s your explanation?” Her voice cracked—just for a second—but she forced it back under control immediately.
Daniela shifted, glancing around—and that’s when she noticed it.
A few backup dancers had slowed down nearby.
Watching. Whispering.
“…Guys,” Daniela said quietly, stepping closer. “Not here. People are staring—we shouldn’t do this here.”
Yoonchae turned her head slightly, noticing them too. “Let them watch.”
Daniela frowned. “Yoonchae—”
“No, seriously.” Yoonchae gestured vaguely toward the dancers. “Let them watch. This is nothing compared to what just happened out there.”
The words hung heavy.
Sophia pressed her lips together, then spoke carefully, “She’s not wrong.” That surprised everyone. Sophia looked at Megan and Lara. “You two crossed a line.”
Megan’s face fell slightly. “Sophia—”
“I’m serious,” she continued, calmer but firm. “We’re a group. Stuff like that? It affects all of us.”
Lara looked away. Annoyed but quiet.
Yoonchae nodded slowly, like that validation only fueled her more. “Exactly.” She looked back at Megan now—and this time, the anger shifted.
“I stood there like an idiot,” she said, voice lower now, more dangerous. “Watching you let her all over you like I don’t exist.”
Megan shook her head quickly. “It wasn’t like that—”
“Then what was it like?” Yoonchae stepped closer, invading her space. “Explain it to me. Because from where I was standing, it looked pretty damn clear.”
Megan opened her mouth but nothing came out.
Yoonchae nodded slowly. “Yeah. Thought so.” A pause. Then she turned her head slightly toward Lara again. “And you…” her eyes narrowed. “What do you think Manon’s gonna say, huh?”
That hit instantly.
Lara stiffened.
Daniela’s eyes widened slightly. “…Yoonchae—”
“No, I’m serious,” Yoonchae continued, stepping toward Lara again. “You’ve got a girlfriend, right? Or did that not matter tonight either?”
Lara clenched her jaw. “Don’t bring Manon into this.”
“Oh, why not?” Yoonchae shot back immediately. “She deserves to know what kind of shit you’re pulling on stage when she’s not around.”
“Enough,” Sophia said sharply this time, stepping in slightly between them. “That’s crossing into something else.”
Yoonchae laughed again—but it sounded empty.
“Everything tonight crossed a line.”
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Then Yoonchae turned back to Megan and this time she looked wrecked. “You didn’t even think about me, did you?” she asked quietly.
Megan’s expression broke. “I did—”
“No.” Yoonchae shook her head immediately. “No, you didn’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have done that.” Pause. “I don’t even have words for you,” she added, pulling out her in-ear monitor and throwing it onto the table with a sharp clatter. “Like… actually. Nothing.”
Megan took a small step forward. “Please—just listen—”
Yoonchae stepped back instantly like distance was the only thing holding her together. “Don’t.” she said. She straightened slightly, shoulders squaring, rebuilding herself piece by piece. “You know what?” she said, voice turning cold again. “I’m done.”
Megan’s breath hitched. “Yoonchae—”
“I’m done with you.”
The room went still.
Daniela looked down. Sophia closed her eyes briefly. Lara said nothing.
“You wanna act like that?” Yoonchae continued. “Go ahead. Do whatever the hell you want. Clearly you already are.” Her eyes flicked to Lara one last time—pure disgust then back to Megan. “But I’m not staying around for it.”
Megan’s voice broke. “Please… don’t do this…”
Yoonchae shook her head immediately. “No.” she said quietly. “You already did this so we’re done.”
That hurt more than anything she’d said before.
Yoonchae grabbed her jacket. “Enjoy the afterparty,” she added bitterly. “Maybe put on another show. Seemed like you liked that.”
Megan flinched but didn’t move. Didn’t stop her and that was the final blow.
Yoonchae let out a quiet, hollow laugh. “You’re fucking ridiculous Megan.” she turned and walked away.
“Yoonchae—“