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Megan had become that person.
Like actually unbearable.
The kind of person who brought her girlfriend up in every conversation no matter how unrelated it was.
“Bro I’m so tired.”
“Yeah same. Yoonchae says I need to fix my sleep schedule.”
“Okay?”
Or:
“Can someone pass the charger?”
“Oh my god Yoonchae has this exact charger in pink and she keeps stealing mine.”
Nobody asked. Nobody cared. But Megan genuinely could not help herself.
Because Yoonchae existed.
And that alone felt insane to her.
It started subtly at first. Her friends thought the crush would pass. Megan always got dramatic over pretty girls. But then one random Tuesday she walked into the group chat talking about:
Guys.
I fear I am down horrendous.
And honestly? That should’ve been everybody’s warning.
Now three months later Megan was sitting in the passenger seat of Yoonchae’s car staring at her like she personally hung the moon in the sky.
“You’re looking again,” Yoonchae said without glancing away from the road.
“I literally am not.”
“You literally are.”
Megan grinned. “Can you blame me?”
Yoonchae rolled her eyes but she was smiling too, one hand lazily steering while the other rested on Megan’s thigh like it belonged there naturally.
Which it did.
Everything with them felt weirdly natural. Like they skipped all the awkward stages somehow.
The first time Megan slept over, she woke up to Yoonchae brushing her fingers through her hair softly because apparently Megan had “looked stressed in her sleep.”
Megan almost proposed right there.
Now it was normal.
Like stupidly normal.
Domestic in a way that made Megan feel seventeen and seventy years old at the same time.
“You hungry?” Yoonchae asked.
“I could eat.”
“That means yes.”
“That means yes.”
Yoonchae snorted.
Megan immediately smiled to herself because god. Even the way she laughed was cute. It made Megan physically ill sometimes.
They pulled into a gas station and before Yoonchae could even unbuckle, Megan was already getting out.
“You don’t have to do that every time,” Yoonchae called through the cracked window.
“Yes I do.”
“Megan.”
“Princess treatment,” Megan said seriously. “Stay seated.”
Yoonchae tried not to laugh. Failed instantly.
Megan pumped her gas like it was a sacred duty.
Which honestly? It kind of was.
Because Yoonchae hated getting out at gas stations. Said it made her anxious when creepy men stared too long. So now Megan always did it.
No hesitation.
Rain? Didn’t matter.
Freezing outside? Didn’t matter.
One time Megan literally slipped on ice doing it and still stood up like, “I’m okay babe don’t get out.”
Yoonchae told that story to everybody.
Megan finished pumping the gas and climbed back into the car dramatically shivering.
“You saw that?” she asked.
“You’re so brave.”
“I know.”
Yoonchae reached over and fixed Megan’s hood where it sat crooked on her head.
That was another thing.
The hair thing.
Yoonchae was constantly touching her.
Not even in some intense way either. Just casually. Fingers through her curls. Tugging gently at the ends. Scratching lightly at her scalp when they watched movies.
Megan was addicted to it actually.
Like embarrassingly addicted.
One night Yoonchae stopped halfway through braiding part of Megan’s hair because she needed water and Megan genuinely went:
“Please don’t leave me like this.”
“Baby it’s thirty seconds.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Come back to me.”
Yoonchae laughed so hard she nearly dropped the water bottle.
Now, later that night, they were back at Yoonchae’s apartment sprawled across the couch while some random reality dating show played in the background.
Neither of them were paying attention.
Megan was lying with her head in Yoonchae’s lap while Yoonchae absentmindedly played with her curls.
“You know they’d eliminate me immediately on a show like this,” Megan murmured.
“Why?”
“I’d fall in love first episode.”
“That’s not a bad thing.”
“It is if the girl rejects you on international television.”
Yoonchae hummed. “Couldn’t be me.”
Megan looked up. “Couldn’t be you because you’re obsessed with me.”
Yoonchae stared at her for a long moment.
Then casually:
“True.”
Megan sat up immediately. “Wait say it again.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No because now your ego is gonna get worse.”
“It physically can’t.”
“That’s what scares me.”
Megan grabbed Yoonchae’s face dramatically. “You’re literally my favorite person alive.”
Yoonchae smiled softly this time. Real soft. The kind she only really did around Megan.
“You tell everyone that.”
“Because it’s true.”
And she did tell everyone.
Her friends were exhausted.
At dinner two days later Megan somehow turned an entire conversation about taxes into a story about Yoonchae organizing her fridge.
“I’m serious,” Megan insisted while pointing her fork around. “She labels stuff. Like little containers and everything.”
“Wow,” her friend deadpanned. “Marriage behavior.”
Megan froze.
Everybody at the table went silent because oh no.
“Oh my god,” another friend whispered. “You thought about it.”
Megan immediately got defensive. “I mean not like immediately.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m just saying if she asked? Hypothetically?”
“Megan.”
“I’d fold instantly.”
Her friends burst out laughing.
“You are whipped.”
“Deeply,” Megan admitted without shame.
That night she came over to Yoonchae’s apartment carrying takeout and acting suspiciously smiley.
“What happened?” Yoonchae asked immediately.
“My friends bullied me.”
“That usually means you said something insane.”
Megan dropped onto the couch beside her. “They said I’m whipped.”
“You are.”
“Wow.”
Yoonchae leaned over and kissed her cheek lazily. “But it’s cute.”
Megan stared at her.
Then dramatically clutched her chest.
“See this is what I’m talking about. You can’t just say things like that casually.”
Yoonchae smirked. “Why not?”
“Because I start envisioning our wedding.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m being serious.”
“You’re actually insane.”
“And you love me bad.”
Yoonchae tried not to smile again.
Failed again.
Megan noticed immediately too because she always noticed.
“See there it is,” she said proudly. “That smile. That’s my smile.”
“Your smile?”
“Mhm. I earned it.”
“You’re so corny.”
“And yet.”
“And yet unfortunately I’m obsessed with you too.”
Megan screamed directly into a couch pillow for ten solid seconds.
After that they somehow got even worse.
Couple-wise.
They started grocery shopping together which became dangerous because suddenly Megan was saying things like:
“We’re out of oat milk.”
We’re.
Not you.
We.
And every single time it made her internally lose her mind.
One morning Yoonchae sleepily walked into the kitchen wearing one of Megan’s hoodies and muttered, “Can you make coffee?”
Megan nearly fainted on the spot.
Like genuinely had to grip the counter.
Because that was her girlfriend.
Her actual girlfriend.
In her hoodie.
Asking for coffee.
Insane behavior from the universe honestly.
“You okay?” Yoonchae asked suspiciously.
“Yeah,” Megan croaked. “Just in love with you.”
Yoonchae rolled her eyes fondly and wrapped her arms around Megan’s waist from behind anyway.
“Good.”
And that was the problem.
Yoonchae acted like this stuff was normal.
Meanwhile Megan felt like she won the lottery every single day.
One evening they went on a walk right before sunset, hands shoved into each other’s hoodie pockets because it was cold.
Yoonchae kept bumping her shoulder into Megan’s on purpose.
“You’re annoying,” Megan informed her.
“You like it.”
“I do.”
They wandered aimlessly through quiet streets while Megan talked about literally everything that came into her brain.
At one point she stopped mid-sentence.
“What?”
“You’re looking at me again.”
Yoonchae smiled slightly. “You get excited when you talk.”
“So?”
“So it’s cute.”
Megan stood there in complete silence.
Then:
“You actually need to stop before I start writing poetry.”
“That bad?”
“You have no idea.”
Yoonchae laughed, grabbing Megan’s hand properly this time and swinging it between them.
And Megan thought, very seriously, that she could probably survive anything as long as she got to keep doing this.
Just this.
Late night walks.
Shared hoodies.
Gas station stops.
Hair playing.
Domestic little moments nobody else would even notice.
Because somehow all the tiny things with Yoonchae felt huge.
And honestly?
Megan was gone. Completely gone.
Everybody knew it too.