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Protective or Possessive? (Jealous)

Three moments Megan showed how she was protective or possessive over 7thmember!yn, inspired by Jealous by Nick Jonas.

tags: 7thmember!yn, fluff, attentive!Megan, downbad!Megan

notes: 3.2k. first post yippee!

“You can call me obsessed”

In the live with D4VD and Pokimane, it just so happens that yn and Megan sit on opposite sides of the table. The doesn’t happen often, actually; it’s no secret that yn and Megan are one of the closest friendships in the Kats. Evidence of their friendship dates all the way back to the first few episodes of the Katseye documentary. They simply feel more comfortable to sit next to each other than to not.

So yeah, Megan’s already a little put out when she sits down and realises that it’s not YN that’s lowering herself in the seat next to her. She tries not to make it too obvious that she frowns when she realises it’s Lara instead. Her eyes seek out to find where YN is, and feels that she has to hide her frown even more when she sees that YN on the other side of the table already in deep conversation with Yoonchae, not even seeming to have realised how far apart they are. Megan clasps her hands tightly in her lap.

She can’t help that she feels like she’s paying less and less attention as the live goes on. Whatever, it’s early, that’s what she’ll say her excuse is if someone asks her later on. She keeps feeling herself dissociating, and when she’s not, she’s staring at YN on the other side of the table.

However, at some point, they start to tuck a bit more into the food, and she sets her sights onto the carbonara buldak in front of YN and Yoonchae. It’s at that exact same time that she sees Yoonchae realise there’s a bubble tea in front of Megan. Yoonchae’s wide eyes flick up to Megan. Jackpot.

Megan gets out of her seat confidently, passing by the backs of each of her members until she gets behind Yoonchae and YN’s seats. She lays a casual hand on the back of YN’s shoulder blades.

Yoonchae’s already looking at her, but Megan’s touch on YN instantly gets her attention as well, swivelling around in her seat to look up at Megan.

Megan tries not to blush at the feeling of YN looking up at her. She gives a friendly smile to Yoonchae. “I want some of the buldak. Switch seats with me.”

“Huh?” Yoonchae says, though she starts to politely get up out of her seat anyway.

Megan claps her on the shoulder, so unlike the soft sweep of her fingertips that she touched YN with. “I could see you were looking at the bubble tea, right? Let’s just switch.”

Yoonchae doesn’t really seem to realise she’s ambling out of her seat anyway, and she looks downright shocked when Megan manages to slip into her seat as soon as Yoonchae’s standing up. Not one to make a scene, especially in front of people she doesn’t know so well, she just walks behind the girls’ seats and drops into Megan’s old chair. Lara drops an arm around her shoulder, a smile on her lips. “She could’ve just passed the drink down the line,” Yoonchae mumbles, but Megan hardly hears it.

Now firmly in the seat next to YN, Megan finds herself shuffling the seat more toward the table, but really she’s shuffling it sort of diagonally so she ends up closer to YN.

When Megan looks up, YN’s still looking at her, though there’s a playful smile now on her lips. “Hey,” YN says quietly.

“Hey,” Megan answers back, feeling the need to tuck some hair behind the back of her ear, and then finds herself undoing the action immediately.

YN nudges the bowl of buldak closer to Megan.

Megan looks at her blankly.

“Buldak? You said you wanted some,” YN prompts.

“Oh!” It springs Megan into action, grabbing blindly for the chopsticks and almost ends up dropping them completely. “Right,” she murmurs most to herself, but she hears the gorgeous giggle from YN’s lips and knows she’s been caught.

“Silly,” YN chides softly, and then Megan feels the tips of YN’s fingers against the outside of her neck for just a second as she draws Megan’s pink-tipped hair over her shoulder so as not to get it in the noodles. The attention makes Megan fumble again. She clears her throat, trying to look casual, trying not to bring attention to how hot her neck and cheeks feel, and brings a bite of the noodles to her mouth.

“Careful, Megs,” YN says, and lays a hand over the one Megan has holding the noodle cup to bring it closer under Megan’s mouth, making sure she doesn’t drop any.

This woman is going to kill her, Megan thinks. While she munches on the noodles, she tries looking anywhere but YN, even though she can still feel her watching her, and ends up seeing Yoonchae looking between them with narrowed eyes.

Locking eyes with Yoonchae, Megan gulps.

2. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you”

They’ve started to get big enough that people are recognising them in normal places. Before they get off the flight back to LA from South Korea, their manager gives them the heads up that there might be some fans that got tipped off about them arriving tonight, and should try to remain as incognito as they can.

The girls take it seriously. It’s already late at night and none of them are too used to flying very often, so the past few hours have been pretty subdued. YN’s been dozing off on Megan’s shoulder, but Megan couldn’t find it in her to try the same. She’s not too comfortable sleeping sitting up, and besides, she keeps thinking about how much nicer it’ll be when they’re back home and YN and her can cuddle in bed or on the couch instead.

Yoonchae carried a whole bunch of face masks in her carry on for the flight, and starts handing them out. Megan grabs one for her and YN. She’s asleep at the moment, but she’ll help her put it on before they leave the plane.

YN sleeps all the way until the wheels touch the tarmac, and then her eyes start fluttering and she pulls off from Megan’s shoulder. Megan almost pouts.

“Sorry,” YN says groggily. “I didn’t realise I was doing that.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” Megan replies immediately. No seriously, she doesn’t mind at all.

“You should’ve said something,” YN murmurs, rubbing at her eyes.

“Why would I?” Megan murmurs back, almost a little offended.

YN only just looks up at her when the rest of the girls start to get up out of their seats, gathering their stuff to leave as soon as the plane doors are open.

“You got some masks?” Sophia asks, stepping into the aisle.

“Yeah, right here,” Megan says, standing up and holding them for her to see. Sophia nods at her briskly.

Megan flattens one out, pinching the nose strip and holding an ear loop in each hand. She turns to YN as she stands up next to her and holds it out.

“Hold still,” Megan says softly. YN keeps her eyes firmly on Megan, but Megan keeps to the task at hand, following the movement of her own hands closely to draw one ear loop over YN’s right ear, then the other over her left ear. Then, pulls the nose strip more firmly over the bridge of YN’s nose and pulls the bottom down under her chin. Once she’s satisfied, she nods her head to herself and quickly pulls her own mask over her face.

“Thanks, Megs,” she hears YN say softly, then watches her reach an arm out to untangle some pieces of Megan’s hair from the ear loops of her mask.

They gather their stuff quickly and file into the aisle behind Manon and Dani, all trundling off the plane in a group.

Their walk to the baggage carousel is relatively quiet, with only a few tired passengers seeming to maybe get their first clues of recognition, but the girls are moving with enough purpose that no one goes to stop them. 

Once they’re at the carousel though, they’re stationary long enough that people can gather their courage to come over.

Out the corner of her eye, Megan can see a young guy starting to make their way over. She shuffles a little closer to YN, who notices her movement and looks up at her from her phone. Megan continues to look out towards to the carousel to will their baggage in front of them, but most of her attention remains on the guy in her periphery.

“Excuse me?” He says, nice enough.

She can see Sophia lifts her head up and sends him a polite smile. “Hi.”

“Are you guys Katseye?”

Megan can see that Sophia sweeps her eyes around the people waiting at the carousel. His words haven’t really gathered attention, so she nods, the line of her shoulders relaxing a little. “Yes, we are.”

“That’s awesome!” It’s clear that he’s excited to meet them, but he’s being quiet and respectful enough to not catch anyone else’s attention and cause a riot. “I’m such a big fan of you guys, I can’t believe I got to meet you just like this, that’s crazy!”

Megan sees his eyes move from one member to the next, but her eyes narrow when she realises his gaze stops a little on YN.

YN’s attention is half on their conversation and half on her phone. Bless her, she’s still pretty tired from the plane trip, and she promised to tell her parents as soon as she got into the airport.

Watching YN type tiredly on her phone, her eyelashes fluttering in the phone’s light, has made Megan feel like the conversation with the young fan drops to the background. “Actually,” Megan slightly hears him say, though she pays more attention to watching as YN’s eyes screw shut and the mask over the lower half of her face stretches as she yawns. Megan feels the corners of her mouth lift. “My bias is YN.”

Megan’s eyes immediately move to the guy, as does YN’s. Hearing her own name has finally pulled her attention to their conversation.

“Oh!” YN says delicately, and Megan almost can’t be mad at the guy for seeing how blatantly the adoration fills his eyes. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you. Thank you for being our fan.”

“Of course,” he replies, almost absently. It looks like he can’t even believe he’s having a conversation with her, and she starts to feel offended on Sophia’s behalf that he wasn’t like that with her.

Megan clears her throat, shuffling a little on her feet.

She hears footsteps over her shoulder and turns around to see that their manager has picked up a few of their bags: YN’s backpack and a few of their suitcases.

YN reaches a hand out for her backpack, still maintaining polite conversation with the fan. As she pulls the straps over her shoulders, Megan steps behind her, almost automatically, to help haul it squarely onto her back. Once it’s secured, she steps next to her to smooth the left strap over her shoulder. She wills herself to ignore the conversation that still continues between YN and the fan while she grabs hers and YN’s rolling suitcases from their manager.

While the rest of the girls get situated with their baggage, Megan feels YN lay her hand over Megan’s on YN’s luggage. When YN starts to tug it toward her, Megan says adamantly, “I got it.”

YN blinks up at her, and Megan watches as YN’s blinks still look long and slow, her lashes fluttering with the weight of her lids. “Are you sure?”

Megan nods, tapping the toes of her shoes against YN’s. “Just walk next to me.”

Megan wishes she could see the way YN smiles at that under her mask, but instead she basks in the quick warmth of YN dropping her forehead against Megan’s shoulder quickly in thanks.

Megan almost scowls when YN turns her attention back to the young guy, whose been watching them. Is he still here? “It was nice to meet you,” YN says, the polite dismissal obvious.

“You too,” he says, his eyes jumping from YN to Megan, then quickly adds, “all of you! Thanks so much for your time. I’ll let you guys go now.” He smiles at them all quickly, individually, then turns to look at the carousel and grab his own luggage.

Megan purses her lips to herself. She can’t even be mad at him for being an overbearing fan, he just – well, he just paid more attention to YN when it was obvious YN was tired. But did YN dislike it? It didn’t seem so – they all like when their fans tell them they bias them. She can’t fault him for that. So what was it that Megan didn’t like about him?

She felt a tug at the crook of her elbow, and looked down to see YN’s hand winded around it. “Shall we go?” YN said softly, only to her.

YN kept her hand around Megan’s elbow as they walked, with Megan rolling each of their suitcases in each hand, following the rest of the girls towards their car.

3. “I wish you didn’t have to post it all”

Megan should’ve known it was coming. They share a joint Instagram account, and she knew through the comments that the people were just dying for some more YN content.

YN didn’t post that often, and that suited Megan just fine. That’s not to say that YN didn’t take photos, because she did. She was one of the more active members in their group chat, sending photos left and right, both serious and goofy. Megan just knew she felt a little shy about sharing them with the world.

But yeah, the girls themselves were starting to catch on that their fans wanted YN to post more, and so every time she sent a cute (really really cute, and really really pretty) photo to their group chat, the girls would encourage her to post it on their Instagram.

Manon: girl you know the fans would eat that pic up

Dani: yeah you should post this one!

Lara: babes this is giving wifey shit you need to post this stat

Megan watches the texts for her group members pour in, but her eyes keep flicking back up to that photo. YN’s out with some of her other friends today at an apple orchard, and she’s put her hair up with this long ribbon, bangs curling around her face, and this gorgeous summer dress that sticks to YN’s torso like it was made to her exact measurements, and flows out around her knees. YN’s lips are stretched into a careless grin, her eyes closed.

And Lara’s right, she does look like wife material because the longer Megan stares at that photo the longer her maladaptive dreaming about a shared house and shared last name and shared pets and shared kids starts to sound like Megan should risk it all.

“Megan!” It’s Sophia that bustles through her door, and it scares Megan so bad that she immediately tries to swipe away from the photo (as if it wasn’t sent to her) and she fumbles so bad and no no she wasn’t doing anything weird or suspicious but now she’s actually dropped her phone and it hits her in the chin and she looks so suspicious now.

But thankfully Sophia seems to be on a mission, barely even reacting to Megan dropping her phone and now cradling her chin. Instead, she pulls at Megan’s other hand to haul her out of bed, saying, “I need you to persuade YN to post that photo, she’s not listening to any of us and you’re our last hope.”

Megan stumbles after her, still cradling her chin (that actually really hurt) and hardly paying attention until she’s shoved to a stop in front of YN.

All the girls were sitting in the living room, and YN had pushed herself into the corner of the couch with a pillow clutched protectively in front of her.

“Huh?” Megan says eloquently, blinking herself back to life now that YN’s right in front of her. She realises she was still embarrassingly holding her chin, and whips it down by her side.

“She needs to post that photo, right, Megan?” Sophia prompts, and Megan almost feels a little scared. She peeks over at her and thinks, yep she should be scared, when she sees the fire in Sophia’s eyes.

“Uh, I mean, yeah. If you’re comfortable to.” Megan stutters out, still shifting on her feet in front of YN lounging on the couch.

“Well, I mean—” YN drops her gaze to her hands, shuffling her phone between them on the pillow. She resolutely keeps her eyes there. “Do you think it’s a good photo?”

Megan blinks down at her, trying her hardest to make sense of it all. One minute ago nothing existed for her except that one photo, and now her chin hurts and YN is right in front of her and she can feel all the girls looking at her.

Lara hits her on the shoulder, bringing her back to reality. Megan jolts. “It’s a really good photo!” She hears herself say, and she immediately squeezes her hands into fists to stop the blush coming up her neck. She knows she hasn’t yet persuaded YN, who’s still looking down at her hands with furrowed eyebrows.

She pushes through her own embarrassment. She closes her eyes. She softens her voice. “You look… really pretty. In that photo.”

It gets YN to lift her head, only minutely, to look up at Megan shyly through her lashes. “Really?”

Megan nods. “Definitely. I think it’d be really nice – for the fans. If you posted it.”

YN just looks at her for a bit. Megan tries to not to give anything away – anything that might make her look weird or suspicious. She balls her hands behind her back, and she keeps her eyes trained on YN’s shuffling fingers, but she can’t pull her eyes up to meet YN’s.

To be honest, she’s feeling a little conflicted. She’s not lying, don’t get her wrong – she’s never seen anyone as pretty as YN in that photo. But is it really that wrong of her to want YN not to post the photo? She’s been secretly very happy that she’s one of the only people who get to see these photos. She’s one of the only ones who gets to look at YN in photos like those and think about the kind of life they could have if they had someone like YN. Probably the only one – unless any of the other Kats have something to tell her. It’s a little piece of YN that Megan gets and their fans don’t, but now. Well, it was only a matter of time until public relations came a-knocking.

“Okay,” Megan hears YN mumble, and when Megan lifts her eyes she sees that YN finally smiling, a shy little curve of the mouth under a bowed head. “As long as you’re okay with it – you’re all. Okay with it.”

Manon snorts. “Yeah girl. You knew we were okay with it.”

YN’s eyes skate across the girls, ending inevitably on Megan’s. Seeing Megan standing there in front of her, still shuffling, chin red – somehow, her eyes grow even softer.