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soeyekonic · 7 days ago

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— , SECRET4U | MEGAN SKIENDIEL 2 ᯓ★

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a week had passed since megan had developed a hearty, though almost unattainable crush on the sister of her groupmate. sophia's "no dating" policy still applied in every aspect possible, and with your busy college life and megan's ridiciously tiring schedule, it made it impossible to see one another as often as you had wanted to. you were only able to manage a short, late-night meeting the night of her flight back home, one that made your awkward hearts flutter lightly.

warnings?: laforteza!reader, fluff

wc: 4400+

a/n: guys this is so rushed and so bad i’m so sorry but i needed to post something so…

part one

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days had gone by since that day, full of unexpected heart flutters and senseless, lowkey flirting. while megan and the girls went by day-by-day in their hotel rooms, out at every time of the day for work—whether it be photoshoots, interviews, or lives—you remained focused on your studies for finals, occasionally going with a couple of friends to an open gym for quick games.

however, between the two of you's time-consuming schedules, it was without a doubt that the day you first met replayed periodically in your minds. the scenery, attraction at first sight, with a late-night walk full of quick flirts and mindless conversations felt as if they were right out of a rom-com. it almost made you laugh sometimes, but what wasn't funny was how you hadn't texted her.

it wasn't like megan could text you—no, because she gave you her number, and not the other way around. rather, the girl would die than ask sophia for your number, already on edge with the filipina since that night. coming home, flushed cheeks with her sister's jacket wrapped around megan, how it stayed on her the day after, and how she left the house wearing the jacket and you didn't stop her—you gave it to her.

it made her ponder, because that was your favorite jacket.

you had received it as a gift over three years ago, and between every other photo taken since then, at every outing and in every frame, it clung to you relentlessly.

you went as far as to address the situation to your dad, lying that you had gotten someone's number from an open gym session and you hadn't texted them in days, and he could only speak the filipino translation of 'you're fumbling; get it together.' you had only hoped megan hadn't taken offense to your lack of communication, and she necessarily didn't, but she did feel disappointment in the pit of her stomach.

nobody noticed her rushing to check her phone after rehearsals, photoshoots, or anything work-related that forced her to be away from her phone for long periods of time, hoping that an unsaved number would text her any sort of familiar words. it hadn't come yet. it had been a week since that night, and it was a solemn confirmation on the phone one night that their schedules wouldn't allow them to return to the house as previously anticipated.

you could only blame your hesitations on college and volleyball, but you knew better. even on days that consisted of back-to-back classes, studying, quick open gym sessions, and maybe a late-night party or two, you still managed to find gaps of time to text your friends and family. megan had a busier schedule than you, even, and she would've texted by now.

even the other girls—lara, manon, and daniela—were utterly confused. normally, whenever this happened, they'd choose to hate the person for a 'ghosting matter,' but the wide range of filipino snacks you bought that they had yet to finish was enough to keep their love for you alive. add on to the fact you were not only sophia's sister but genuinely nice; they chose to chalk it up to you being nervous, which megan didn't believe.

it was only then, six days after that initial day, that you sat at your desk with eyes glued to the screen, pondering if you should send your message.

too nonchalant, nothing like you. [LOUD BUZZER]

too simple, sounding as if you were avoiding the fact that you had texted her six days overdue and she was probably fuming at you. [LOUD BUZZER]

you drafted a couple more ideas, all of them sounding too lame or unlike you, and it made you angry after a while. who knew texting a girl could be so complicated—you usually never hesitated.

to extract your stress, you chose to put on the mindset of ‘whatever you type, just send it. what’s done is done.’ while it wasn’t the greatest idea, it lessened the burden of overthinking and analyzing every letter you were sending to her message inbox. with this, you were unaware that you were recharging your texting yap, individually sending messages that could’ve been crammed into one paragraph.

it only took you one reread of the messages to mentally facepalm yourself, cringing at the words you sent and hoping you could unsend them and praying she never saw the notifications. however, she did.

on megan's side, the girl had let out a loud squeal, nearly waking the sleeping figures by her. while the squeal itself didn't wake the figures—manon and lara—up, megan continuing to scream while jumping on their beds surely did the trick. half past 11, the girls jolted awake in utter shock, only to be met with the sight of a jumpy girl hovering over them.

"holy fuck, megan! don't do that!" lara immediately sat up after megan had jumped over to her bed, head in turmoil as she turned and saw manon rubbing her eyes, having played victim to the ginger's antics as well. "she texted me!"

deeming her attempts successful, megan plopped down on the end of lara's bed, opening the chat from an unknown number and shoving the phone into the girls' faces. "a triple dipper, sure makes up for the week of no acknowledgement."

“don’t call her a triple dipper just ‘cause you’re hungry, give me.” lara motioned for the phone, to which megan handed it over while manon looked at the girl, offended, muttering a small, “i meant texter.” lara looked through the texts once more, almost snorting at the emojis, before typing out a small draft.

“hii, i’m doing well, hbu?” lara spoke as she typed the words, earning an immediate ‘no’ from manon before she ripped the phone out of the indian girl’s hands. “you gotta be petty; she left you on ghost for six days, how about…”

“about time you texted.”

lara reached for the phone once more, grabbing it with her right hand and hitting the girl’s thigh with her left. “absolutely not, manon. megan wants to attract, not scare her into not texting again.” megan looked between the two, her phone switching between their hands as they bickered about a situation she was technically supposed to solve herself. she could’ve taken the phone away from them, saying she’d figure it out herself, but she knew she’d end up leaving you on read for a matter of days, if possible.

lara was the go-to for writing break-up texts, having written daniela’s for her stupid ex-boyfriend that dared to try and limit what she wore and who she hung around, and it was a matter of a short-and-sweet text by daniela lara that put him in his place. if she could excel in break-up texts, she certainly could honor her pedestal in flirtatious texts, even if the girl was constantly rewriting a simple greeting message.

megan chimed in, fingers fidgeting in small rubs, “guys, if you could speed up the process, that’d be great.” the two girls stopped their bickering in an instant, both looking at her with a glint in their eyes that said ‘really? we’re trying to help you.’ that made megan gulp. “i just… have my read receipts on, that’s all.”

"in that case," lara snatched the phone from manon once more, sending off a text or two that she didn't bother to read out loud. as if wind started to blow, both megan and manon dove at lara—more specifically for the phone—and the phone landed in megan's hands, pushing the other girl back with a yelp of, "it's my phone!"

megan scanned the screen, her eyes wide as she read off the two short messages before slumping back. "okay... not bad. phew," she chuckled, throwing her phone to the side as if she were the one to have solved her problem. manon, with a roll of her eyes, was already crawling back into bed while lara gave the ginger a shove. "you're welcome."

"oh yeah, thanks than—agh!" megan jumped at the sound of a notification coming from her phone, plopped on the edge of lara's bed. with a reach, lara grabbed the phone, reading off, "p. manager."

she threw the phone down, crawling back over to the front of her bed, where she lay, while megan sat in the corner. "it's just grant telling you to practice your leg oversteps more."

with a groan and a covered face via one of lara's pillows, megan ended up falling asleep on lara's bed after not receiving a text back, figuring you had fallen asleep and taking it as a sign for her to hit the hay as well. "you know you have your own bed, yeah?"

"yes, but you guys wanted to play mismatch roommates this time, and dani's a mouthbreather." she laughed at that, covering her mouth while muffled snickers could be heard from manon's bed, the girl laughing with a short, "must've forgotten her mouth tape."

the next couple of days were some of megan's brightest while in the philippines, and everyone noticed. especially sophia, who only managed to put two and two together on why both megan's and her sister's moods suddenly brightened after you were screensharing on the phone one night, showing sophia a video you had taken, and a message from 'megan' had popped up.

between short breaks in rehearsal, when sohey would be guiding one of the girls on how to properly do a move, she would sneak her phone and text you. in between classes, as you were on your commute, you'd text. while in the makeup chair, megan texts you and pretends her favorite stylist wasn't looking over her shoulder and making 'ooh' sounds. you'd text her in between volleyball sets, sometimes purposely aiming your hit at someone when a set took longer to finish so that when the game would pause to check on their welfare, you'd sneak your phone and send off a quick reply.

it carried on for the remainder of the week, and it took countless self-reminders for you to remember that she wasn't going to be here forever, and you certainly weren't going to let her leave without seeing her again.

with a short persuasion to your parents, who, despite your age, still wanted you home by 9pm on a weekend, you set out into the city late at night and made your way to a high-end hotel in the heart of the city. on the other side, megan had slipped out of her room after daniela had knocked out, holding onto her shoes as she walked by sophia and yoonchae's hotel room, careful not to attract any unwanted attention.

outside, you sat in one of your mom's jeeps, sneaking it after she had gone out in another car—not like she'd notice amongst the several other cars the lafortezas owned—and upon seeing megan, jumped out of your seat before rounding the car as she walked closer. megan was better prepared this time around, sporting baggy, thick jeans with a black fitted shirt that was mainly covered by your zipped-up jacket.

you didn't really prepare for what you'd say, figuring it'd just come to you as it always did with anyone else. you didn't take into your mental calculations that she was the only one who made you nervous to be around, and so instead of perking up a simple greeting, you looked at her, mouth slightly agape, as she stood in front of you.

she could only take a mental selfie of your face that stared at her like she was the most ethereal thing to exist—so much so that it left you speechless—letting out a quiet giggle that showed off her faint whisker dimples, "nice to see you too, i guess?" that knocked you out from your daze, eyes refocusing on the girl in front of you, face illuminated by the car's headlights.

"sorry..." you gave the girl an awkward smile, moving around her to the passenger seat of the car, giving her a slight nudge on the way, and opening it. she took the hint, giving you a small thanks before stepping inside the car, and you made sure she was comfortable before closing the door. it was the one time megan didn't flinch at the shutting of a car door, bleak reminders of when lara tried to play "boyfriend" for a day and slammed the passenger door so hard it shook her entire car.

as you settled into the driver's seat, momentarily acting busy between turning on the car and adjusting the interior lights, you finally spoke, "you're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"why, are you gonna slingshot me off a skyscraper?"

"yeah, i'm gonna buckle you up and shoot you across manila. no-" you joked back, catching yourself in a laugh before you could continue your sentence, and megan let out a genuine laugh at your reciprocal sarcasm, grabbing the dashboard for light support. "no, just... there's this rooftop I like."

"ah, very casual place to hang out then, hm?" megan kept teasing you, wanting to continue seeing the slight blush that reddened your cheeks and the way you had to bite back a smile. "nooo, just memorable, that's all."

soon enough, you found yourself outside of the small building by the water, off a short coast that you knew pretty well. "you said this building's memorable, yeah?" you nodded. "how come?"

"it's my grandfather's. he had nothing to do with himself come the end of his life, and he had enough funds, so he opened up this bake shop." having made sure megan got out of the car fully, you locked it behind you before stepping onto the sidewalk. "funny thing is that he wasn't truly a baker of any means, he just gave recipes to his workers that my dad had given him."

you opened the door to the small shop, holding it open for megan, who spoke a small 'thank you' before walking in, and you trailed behind. the place smelled like sweet bread and raspberry, with nobody at the counter, given that the time was beyond open hours. you had asked the owner to leave it open, knowing that you would come by, and his only wish was that you'd close the shop for him once you were done. a gold, rusted key sat on the table nearest to the door, and you pocketed it. it wasn't the safest thing to do; anyone could've come in, robbed the place of its memorabilia, or damaged the place, but it wasn't that long after the last worker had left that you came in.

"when he died, my dad wasn't able to oversee the shop, and really, neither was anybody able to in our immediate family, so he gave ownership to one of his lead bakers. for him, it was still like giving ownership to family, even if they weren't bonded by blood." megan was able to multitask, taking in your words while also scanning around the area, eyes darting from empty shelves where bread would be showcased in only a couple of hours again, to pictures and paintings on the wall, eyes scouring over a family frame of the laforteza's. you were standing by your grandfather with a small grin on your face—you were noticeably younger. she also noticed a small sophia, cheeky, wide grin plastered on her face that megan would make a note to take a photo of before she left.

megan's words were mindless, eyes still darting around the place as you eventually began to lead her to an upstairs compartment. "for someone like you, you do have a way with words."

"really?" you laughed, guiding her up the stairs until you reached the fire exit at the top, holding down the button beside the door so the alarm wouldn't go off. megan was quick to rebut her words, realizing that the words could be taken out of context, although you didn't seem offended. "i mean like... i don't know, you don't seem geeky."

"to speak well is to be geeky now?" you genuinely laughed once more, and megan fell more into a short-circuited distress. quick fumbles over her words made you turn around, catching her slightly reddened face and furrowed eyebrows. you moved to rest your hand on her shoulder, opening the door with the other and letting her through. "relax, i'm teasing you now. plus, i'm an english major. i can name you any piece of literature from the back of my head."

the rooftop is small, given the building's size itself. solar panels littered the edge of the building, and by the edge of the other side of the building, megan had noticed two chairs side-by-side, facing the water coast. the stars were vibrant in manila, a vast contrast to the night skies back in la, with white dots littering the dark night and possible constellations to be connected if she looked hard enough.

megan was the biggest constellations buff, coincidentally enough. she could tell you all the major constellations, from orion to her own zodiac sign, aquarius. you noticed the glint in her eyes as she looked up at the sky, walking forward slowly while still halting herself for you, waiting as you made sure to keep a stopper in the door. "quick guess."

megan turned to you, who stood beside her now, "huh?"

"quick guess on what you liked, you know," you pointed up, "the sky." but the truth was, you had texted lara after relentless begging to sophia while you two were on the phone one night, going from pleads that you and megan would remain 'friends'—which sophia knew was a total lie—to making baseless promises to your sister that she kept a reminder in the back of her head to keep.

"they're really pretty. i honestly don't remember the last time i actually just sat and looked at them." megan sat on the chair, gaze locked back on the sky and ultimately failed to notice the way you looked at her, stealing quick glances as if you were scared of getting caught. your eyes looked over the slope of her nose and the faint upper cheek indents from her natural dimples, with a daunting silence washing over you two. it wasn't that you were uncomfortable in the silence, but you were on limited time with the girl.

"what's so great about constellations- like, genuinely." you questioned, asking the question as if it were a more personal look into her life. lara didn't tell you why that was one of megan's fixations, and you couldn't tell whether it was due to lara not knowing either, or lara setting you up for a good conversation starter (which you'd later thank her for).

"it started with my mom. constellations is a part of chinese culture and it aligned with her beliefs, so she'd take me and my brother to these hills some nights to watch the stars, cause they're very prominent in hawaii. then we moved to la and the sky is clear as day there so it kinda stopped." megan laughed lightly, something she found herself doing a lot around you, and she couldn't tell if it was because the conversations between you two would spark something funny at times, or she was just too nervous.

she continued, able to see you now staring at her from her peripheral vision, "i'll still... uh, go out and see stars whenever we travel, but i hadn't done it here yet, even though this is my third time being in manila. i've always been too busy."

"so it's nice doing this," she turned to you, stomach lightly fluttering at the fact that you never looked at the stars—your eyes were always on her. it wasn't something megan had necessarily expected, with you being so focused on her. the night you two met, you were more nonchalant in a way, focused on her but also on yourself at the same time. now, you were solely fixated on her, eyes lurking on her face for a way of confirmation that she enjoyed being there, which she did. "so thank you, y/n."

your face remained red for the rest of the night that you two were together, only for about an hour or two, before you unfortunately had to drive her home before anyone could realize she was gone. as you walked side by side, boba tea in her hand after driving by a late-night boba shop only required the two of you to walk in. it was around 3am by that point, and megan had to be up in mere hours for her 10am flight.

the girl babbled on about something mindless, being more comfortable with you as the time flew by before you ended up in the hotel's elevator. "megan."

you had said her name in a gap of breath that she took, her head turning to face you as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. "this might some really corny, like out of a rom-com corny, but," you held your arm out to disallow the elevator doors from closing, inviting megan to step out first before you followed.

"when do i get to see you again?" you accentuated your words, looking at her with raised eyebrows. you never truly left manila for travel unless it was to the US to support sophia, but those trips were spontaneous and out-of-the-blue, coordinated by your family. you wanted a true, dotted event on your calender, a date that was something you could look forward to, if it didn't sound geeked of you enough.

megan was stumped for a second, thinking about the roadblocks that conflicted your schedules, before a lightbulb went off in your head. "are you free august third?"

you let out an over-exaggerated groan, "that's like three months from now!"

you were about to say something else before you heard the click of a door opening, figuring that you had just been too loud in your tone and someone was about to chew your ear out. instead, megan had noticed almost immediately that the door opening was her hotel room a couple doors down from where the two of you stood, and she froze.

"why is dani aw- oh, fuuuuuck..." the figure stepping out of megan's hotel room was none other than sophia, with furrowed eyebrows and an unfortunate cute face that gave an all too familiar look, one that showed she was a wrong word away from killing you. her hands rested on her hips while she took off one of her slippers and wedged it in-between the door to avoid its closure.

"jules called because she knows i'm always up late, told me that you weren't answering your phone because she needed to talk to you. so i went to your hotel room, knocked relentlessly until dani woke up and opened the door." sophia started off, body language tensed and she was one slipper down, and she was holding herself back from hurling her other one at you. "dani didn't realize you had left, and so i waited. i've been in your room for over an hour."

megan checked her phone and, lord behold, three messages and two missed calls from 'jules — manager' and over ten missed calls from 'fia'. her phone had been off the entire time, and on instinct, you had checked your phone as well. three missed calls from sophia, who knew you as a late-nighter as well—it was basically in your guys' genes to never be asleep at appropriate times—and one singular text message.

sophia didn't budge from her spot, only outstretching her hand. "i'm coming by the house in a couple of hours to say goodbye, so you," she pointed at you, and you bit your lip, "i'll talk to you then."

"as for you, right now." she directed her point at megan, who looked more than scared of her leader at that moment. "hurry up," and sophia went back inside of the room, leaving you two to say goodbye which you knew better than to prolong.

after a quick second of straight eye contact, which in your perspective felt like years, you started off. "so, ummmmm.... august, was it?" megan nodded, a short smiling grazing her face before she hesitated, then stepped forward and embraced you in a hug. unlike the first day you met, this hug had more feel to it, with the way she rested her head on your shoulder, and how your hands gripped the leather jacket like you didn't want to let go and be forced to wait for months.

and megan did get her ear chewed off by sophia, the filipina being loud enough to awaken a drowsy dani for the second time that night whilst going off about being out late at night and its irresponsibility and about you. her flurry of words only ended when dani became so agitated about being unable to fall back asleep, she began to shout at sophia to leave their room.

it was likewise for you. sophia stood on her words and visited the laforteza home once more before her departure, giving everyone hugs and a noogie to your guys' youngest brother while you stayed cooped up in your room, pretending to be asleep. her demeanor changed when she came face-to-face with your "sleeping" figure, going from a spark in her eyes as she said goodbye downstairs to a mean expression, pulling the blankets off of you and dragging you out of your bed by your ankles as she ripped you a new one.

what you didn't know was that when sophia had left the hotel an hour before everyone else, leaving yoonchae to do their checkout, she ran into a restless megan—who was quite literally restless from a lack of sleep—in her pajamas, your leather jacket clutched in her hand. "i forgot to return it for good yesterday. i figure she'd need it for next fall or something, since it's getting hot again, so..."

megan held out the jacket to sophia, expecting her to take it and leave the ginger with a death glare; however, sophia only pushed megan's outstretched hand back toward her body, leaving her confused.

"i know my sister, megan. if she gave it to you and told you to keep it, she wants you to keep it."

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soeyekonic · 7 days ago

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⎯ take a chance with me ✶ megan skiendiel

megan and you have been best friends forever, but there’s always been something unsaid between you, something you both tried to ignore. after lots of quiet moments and nervous smiles, one night at the beach changes everything. two hearts finally take a chance on something real, even if it’s scary and uncertain. sometimes, that’s all that’s needed.

˙⋆ pairing classmate!megan skiendiel x fem!reader

˙⋆ warnings friends to lovers, slowburn... kinda.. but kinda not, yk?, a stench of yearning and mutual pining, fluff 🙂‍↕️

“oh, why can't we for once say what we want, say what we feel?”

🎧 take a chance with me - niki

the first time you see megan on monday, she’s already leaning against your locker like she’s claimed it as hers.

she’s not looking at you directly, she never does when you’re far away, but you can tell she’s clocked you the second you turned the corner.

“took you long enough,” she says as soon as you’re close, stepping just enough out of the way for you to get to your lock. you raise an eyebrow, twisting the dial. “how long have you even been here?”

“seven minutes.” you give her a look. “you were timing me?”

“obviously,” she says, leaning her shoulder against the lockers again. “what else am i gonna do while i wait?” you shake your head, swapping out books for your next class. she doesn’t move when you shut your locker. she just falls into step beside you when you start walking, like she’s been doing every morning for years.

the hallway is packed, and every few steps her arm brushes yours. you tell yourself it’s just because of the crowd, but it keeps happening even when there’s plenty of space. “you do the reading for english?” she asks. “yeah. why?”

“because i didn’t.” she grins. “and i’m counting on you to save me from failing in front of ms. harris.”

english is the kind of class where the clock moves slower just to spite you. today, desks are pushed together for partner work, and you end up paired with megan like always. the assignment is to annotate a poem about fate.

“this one’s so cheesy,” she says, leaning her chin on her hand as she skims. “‘two souls bound by the stars’… what does that even mean?”

“it means they’re meant to be together,” you say, underlining the line.

“you believe in that?” she asks, tilting her head toward you. you shrug, trying not to look at her for too long. “sometimes.” “hm.” she taps her pen against the desk. “i think it’s just… i don’t know. luck, maybe. right place, right time.”

you glance at her. “and the wrong place, wrong time?” she smirks. “that’s just bad luck.”

the conversation drifts back to the poem, but you can’t help thinking about her answer for the rest of class.

lunch is loud, the cafeteria echoing with a dozen conversations. your friends got their usual corner table, and today sophia is dramatically reenacting something that happened in chemistry.

“and then the entire beaker exploded-” “it did not explode,” manon interrupts. “it cracked.”

“still,” sophia insists, “it was dangerous.”

you’re half-listening, picking at your sandwich, when lara oh-so-suddenly cuts in. “so… are you and megan gonna date, or…?”

you nearly choke. “what! no. we’re not-”

“seriously?” manon says, looking between you two. “you walk to every class together. you stare at each other in english. you basically share brain cells at this point.”

megan laughs awkwardly, ducking her head. “we’re just friends.” sophia leans across the table with a sly smile. “uh-huh. sure.” you keep your eyes on your lunch, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

that night, you sink down onto your bed, the fabric cool against your skin, the hum of the streetlights outside just faint enough to be comforting. the only light in your room comes from your phone’s glow, but you don’t really look at it. instead, your eyes drift to the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns in the plaster as your mind replays the day like a broken record.

lunch, with the teasing voices of your friends echoing in your ears, and megan’s laugh, soft and a little breathless, hovering like a melody you can’t quite get out of your head.

you think about the way her arm brushed yours when she offered you some of her fries, the way her fingers lingered just a second longer on the box before pulling back. the smallest touch, but it sent a jolt straight through your chest, like electricity sneaking beneath your skin.

your heart stutters again when you remember how she avoided your gaze for a moment, the pink that blossomed at the tips of her ears when sophia joked about the lab fire. it’s funny, how something so simple can suddenly feel like the most complicated thing in the world.

your fingers curl into the blanket, clutching it like a lifeline as the quiet of your room grows heavier. you wonder if she’s thinking about you right now. if maybe she’s lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the same nervous flutter you do.

you want to text her, to say something, anything, that might break the silence. but the words get caught in your throat, tangled with the fear of messing up everything you’ve almost built. so you keep your phone face down, choosing instead to listen to the steady beat of your own breathing.

there’s a weight on your chest, a mix of hope and worry, the kind that makes your stomach ache with a sweetness you can’t quite name.

you close your eyes, imagining her smile, the curve of her lips when she laughs, the highlights of her dimples showing, the way her eyes catch the light just right. you picture what it might be like to finally let go of all the “what ifs” and “maybe laters” and just… take a chance.

but for now, that thought is a whisper, a secret between you and the dark.

and as sleep finally pulls you under, it carries you with a quiet promise that tomorrow, maybe, everything could change.

wednesday’s biology class is set up like a battlefield of awkward proximity. your lab partner? megan. every week, the two of you get stuck dissecting, measuring, or observing under microscopes.

today, the project is about plant structures. labeling parts, drawing diagrams, noting differences between leaves. you’re sitting side by side at a narrow lab table. the smell of isopropyl alcohol is faint but ever-present, mixing strangely with the scent of megan’s shampoo.

as you lean over the textbook together, her arm presses closer than usual, the thin fabric of her sweater brushing against your skin. your breath hitches, but you pretend not to notice.

“your handwriting’s way too small,” megan murmurs, eyes locked on your page. “maybe your eyes are just bad,” you whisper back, trying to keep your voice steady. she smirks but doesn’t move away. instead, she reaches out and lightly traces a finger under one of your notes, so close you can feel the warmth through the paper.

“or maybe you’re trying to hide the answers from me.” her voice drops an octave, playful but teasing. you swallow hard, suddenly aware of how loud your heart sounds in your ears. “why would i do that?” you manage, your voice barely above a breath.

“because you love to watch me struggle,” she says with a grin, though her eyes are softer, searching yours for a reaction.

the lab around you fades. the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, the clink of glassware, all gone. it’s just you two, caught in this moment that feels like it could shatter if one of you moves too fast or says the wrong thing.

your hand twitches toward your notebook, fingers brushing against hers for the briefest second before you pull back like you burned yourself.

“focus,” you tell yourself, even though every fiber of your body is screaming otherwise. megan’s smirk falters for a moment, and she bites her lower lip, her gaze dropping to the page. “yeah, focus.”

but you both know that neither of you really can.

the afternoon feels heavy with that late-week kind of tiredness as you walk to the bus stop, your backpack sagging slightly on one shoulder. the air is warm, and the sun is just starting to dip, casting a golden glow over everything. your thoughts drift back to biology class. how close megan was, how her finger traced under your notes with a touch that lingered too long.

so lost in your head, you almost miss the quick steps behind you. “hey.”

you turn, surprised to see megan jogging up to match your pace, her hair tousled from the day, a bright but nervous energy in her eyes. “want a ride?” she asks, voice soft but hopeful, like she’s holding her breath just a little.

you hesitate. “you don’t have to-” you start, unsure why your voice feels tight and unsure. “i want to,” she says, stepping closer, closing the space between you. the familiar scent of her shampoo wraps around you, making your heart pound harder.

you feel your cheeks flush but tell yourself she's probably just being friendly. megan’s always been like that, looking out for others without meaning anything serious.

you get in the car. the interior is cool and quiet compared to the fading light outside. you sit in the passenger seat, pulling your jacket a little tighter around yourself, letting your eyes drift toward the window. the world outside starts to blur as the car starts moving.

megan’s quiet for a moment, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat. when you don’t look back, she lets her eyes soften, watching the way your lashes brush your cheeks as you slowly close your eyes, maybe to rest or maybe just to savour the quiet.

at a red light, she catches herself staring, her breath catching just a little. you’re unaware of the way her lips twitch in a soft, almost shy, smile. the hum of the car and the distant sounds of the street fill the space between you, thick with things neither of you say.

when the light changes. megan’s hand shifts on the wheel, but she steals one last glance your way before focusing back on the road.

megan’s room is dim, the only light coming from her desk lamp casting a soft glow over scattered notebooks and half-finished homework. her pen taps rhythmically against the page, but the words don’t seem to stick.

instead, her mind drifts back to you.

the way you smiled when she offered you a fry at lunch. the brush of your arm in biology. the soft way you closed your eyes in the car today, as if shutting out the whole world but still, somehow, letting her in.

her chest tightens with a mix of hope and fear. she wonders if you feel it too. the way her heart skips when you laugh, or how she finds herself staring at your name on her phone longer than she should.

megan bites her lip, tapping her pen harder now, trying to focus, but every sentence feels hollow without you there.

finally, she sets the pen down and exhales slowly, closing her notebook.

tonight, the only answer she’s sure of is that she can’t stop thinking about you.

it's friday night when megan’s text popped up just as you were settling in for the night. “wanna hang out? beach.” your heart thumped harder than you expected, but you didn’t hesitate.

when you arrive, megan is already there, standing barefoot near the shore, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the gentle waves. she looks over and smiles softly when she sees you.

without a word, she steps forward and reaches out her hand.

you hesitate for a heartbeat, but then you take it. her fingers are warm, the touch grounding and electric all at once. she gently pulls you toward the sand, and you walk together until you find a quiet spot to sit.

the sand is cool beneath you, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves fills the space between your words.

for a while, you just watch the water together, the silence easy but weighted, like you’re both holding your breath, waiting for something neither will say first.

finally, megan breaks the quiet. “it’s crazy how loud the ocean is at night.”

“yeah,” you say. “like it’s trying to say something.”

she turns to you then, eyes reflecting the silver moonlight. “maybe it is.”

you laugh softly, nerves humming in your fingers. “what, like some secret message just for us?”

“something like that.” her smile is small but real. she scoots a little closer. “i wanted to see you, talk to you. without all the noise.”

you talk about the usual things. school projects, music you’re both into, the little dramas that swirl around your days. but underneath it all, the air feels thick, heavy with the unspoken. megan keeps stealing glances at you, her eyes tracing the curve of your cheek, the way your hair catches the moonlight.

after a while, she turns fully toward you, her gaze steady and searching.

“what?” you ask softly, your voice barely above the sound of the waves.

her lips part as if she’s about to say something, but instead, she just leans in slowly, her breath mingling with yours.

your heart pounds so loud it drowns out the crashing waves. the space between you shrinks until her lips are just barely brushing yours, teasing, waiting for permission.

you hold your breath, caught between fear and longing, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

and then she presses her lips against yours, soft and tentative at first. a whisper of a touch that speaks volumes. your heart races, time slowing, every nerve alive with the weight of the moment.

you stay still for a second, stunned by the closeness, the warmth, the way everything else seems to fall away.

as if pulled by some force you can’t resist, you lean in, your lips meeting hers with a quiet urgency, deeper this time. searching, full of all the things neither of you dared to say aloud. after a heartbeat, you lean closer, deepening the kiss with a surge of feeling you can no longer contain.

when you finally pull away, your foreheads rest against each other, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

megan’s voice is playful but shy. “does this mean you’re mine now??”

you grin, your fingers brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “that depends. are you asking me to be?”

her smile deepens, eyes sparkling with something like hope. she leans in again, kissing you slowly and softly.

“i’m yours,” she whispers, “will you please be mine?”

you nod, heart full, and kiss her again. this time with certainty and joy.

the ocean carries your laughter and whispered promises into the night, wrapping you both in a quiet kind of magic where everything finally feels like it’s falling into place.

a/n: uhm... first post, kinda nervie. if its bad, don’t tell me. ACTUALLY do... maybe. okay bye. 😰

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being sophia’s, the KATSEYE leader, sister wasn’t the worst thing. you did all you could to remain away from her spotlight, to avoid how your guys’ brother was trended by ‘eyekons’ not long after their debut. none of the other girls had met you, didn’t even know what you looked like, badgering sophia to show them pictures. but she had respect for you and your privacy, never giving in to their repetitive pleas.

you thought all of the girls were pretty, but there was always a ginger head with the prettiest glow of skin you’d ever seen that always caught your eye. the problem? sophia refused to let any of the girls date any of her relatives.

warnings?: laforteza!reader, i miss my chinese ginger meg so pretend that she's still ginger in this present time, fluff.

wc: 6100+

a/n: a part 2 will be made to this.

part two

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being inducted into KATSEYE was sophia’s dream amplified ten times over. she grew to love and trust the girls with more than just her life. however, she knew of an audience, and she knew of her fellow girls’ orientations. that’s simply why she made only one thing clear—nobody dates her sister. it seemed simple enough to her; none of them had ever even met you. but sophia knew you, and she knew you were as captivating as the glossy look that beamed over your eyes as you stood in the sun and your toned figure from years of playing volleyball.

while the media thirsted over yours and sophia’s brother (weirdly enough), you remained anonymous for the most part. no instagram posts or highlights, a private twitter account, and a hand covering your face for every photo taken with sophia that you knew was going to be publicly posted. you were always considerably quieter in the family, and you planned to keep it that way for as long as you could.

the KATSEYE girls were all equally acquainted with the laforteza family, seeing your brothers on facetimes with smiles and jokes to be made, so much so that they would regularly forget that sophia had a sister, barely a year in age difference, until she would bring you up. the excuses were always the same: “she lives at home, but she's always on her college campus,” and “she’s never liked being in the public eye.”

“so much for frightening us with ‘my sister is off limits!’ if we’ll never get to meet her, it seems.” manon sat at your family table, chewing on snacks that your mom had prepared for the girls. The KATSEYE girls were in the philippines for promotions, and it didn’t even have to conclude with sophia’s badgering that they’d be in the infamous laforteza home.

“nanay, nasaan si y/n?” sophia caught her mom’s attention, to which her mom spoke a brief reply before returning to the food that was on the stove. “she could swing by today, for your information, manon. she’s at some open gym.”

lara sat across from sophia, quipping up, “open gym? she plays sports?” to which sophia nodded, becoming occupied in conversation as her dad sat at the table. the girls had a small break for the day, with a couple of other break days spread out around their philippines visit while they worked on promotions.

conversations continued smoothly until the opening of the front door sounded, noticeable by the door's small creak before it closed shut, and a quick, "home!" sounded throughout the house. sophia immediately darted up and ran out of the kitchen to where you stood, slinging your duffel bag full of equipment off your shoulder and setting it by the stairs. "aww, fi."

watching your older sister run toward you, you embraced her in your arms, chin resting on the side of her head from your small height difference. you had become blissfully unaware that you reeked of sweat and hints of vanilla bean until sophia pulled away, rubbing her hand on your shirt. "your back is sweaty."

"what else can you expect when i've been hitting a ball for three hours?" you laughed, combing baby hairs out of your face before sophia cocked her head up, as if a light bulb had just gone off in her head. "come to the kitchen so you can finally meet the girls!"

she grabbed your arm, beginning to pull you forward before you lunged back, pulling sophia in the process. "oh, absolutely not, fi. look at me." and looking at you, she did.

you wore tennis shoes with long socks rolled halfway, black shorts ending just above your knee, and a fitted black shirt with a couple dark patches alongside your back from your sweat. "i also smell like a dog. i'll say my greetings when i'm... proper."

"you smell fineeeeuh," sophia groaned, having waited what felt like years to finally introduce you. her facial expression then changed, raising an eyebrow up while she spoke in an accusatory tone, "now who exactly are you trying to get proper for?"

you clicked your tongue, eyes darting up at the ceiling as if you were in a train of thought. "i dunno... the ginger's got some pretty doe eyes." you winked, knowing about sophia's "no dating" policy, and ran up the stairs to evade her arm swinging at you like a maniac. "absolutely not, y/n!"

you ran up the stairs, laughing to yourself as you passed by your younger brother's room, eyes narrowing at the sight of him on his xbox. "hey, you."

he looked up to see you pointing at him from the doorway, head slanted like you had just seen him doing something bad. "you've got five pretty girls downstairs, and you're up here playing valorant?" the disbelief in your voice was evident, shaking your head in a "no" motion, to which he shooed you away, saying, "you know sophia's got them on lockdown. good luck trying to get with one of them."

you stuck your tongue out at him before venturing down the hall into your room, quick on your feet to get changed while sophia sat back down at the table downstairs, earning gazes from the other girls. "soooo..?"

sophia looked at lara, the indian girl giving her a questionable look, "y/n's here, but she's getting ready upstairs. she'll be down in no time... i hope." sophia trailed off, taking opportunity of the girls' attention on her to set a reminder. "she is absolutely off limits. if i find any of you so much as flirting, you're dead, and KATSEYE is becoming OT5."

the girls pushed themselves back into their chairs, putting their hands up and pretending they were scared, mimicking sophia's apparent overprotectiveness of her siblings. "well, no offense sophia, but uh..." megan finally spoke, the ginger off in her own world ever since she sat down, "i can't see myself trying to chase after someone that looks like you."

the other girls hummed in agreement at megan's words, to which sophia gave a fake-shocked look before swatting megan's arm. "well, you see, that's the problem. she looks like me... but she also doesn't. i don't know how to explain it properly; she's just different. plus, she's an actual good flirt—i can't name how many of my friends became like... captivated by her just because she wanted to mess with them."

and different you were, soon enough walking down the stairs slowly. it had only just hit you that you were going to be introduced to five gorgeous idols at once, and although you weren't shy, you still found yourself with a rather embarrassing track record when it came to girls. blue-light glasses rimmed your nose, pushing them up as you mustered your remaining courage and headed for the kitchen.

you had seen the girls everywhere, lurking on their media accounts and unintentionally coming across them on sophia's posts. they were all beautiful, just about drop-dead gorgeous, but none of them were exactly your type... except for one girl that crossed your search bar every now and then, the girl that had you in a trance as you once watched dream academy missions.

pretty doe eyes with hips that swayed like butter and a sultry, alluring dancing style that captivated you. she had light skin that glowed in the sun, and her laugh, which you'd hear in tiktoks the girls would make, was contagious. if you weren't rooting for your own sister, she was your number one pick. you could only brush it off as an on-screen crush, but as she debuted alongside your sister, you were aware that it was bound to change.

"finally." sophia groaned, standing up as you entered the kitchen area, quick to avoid eye contact with any of the girls who first came into your vision. "i took maybe 15 minutes, fi. you take 15 minutes just to do a lip combo."

sophia's mouth opened in offense, plunging her fist into your left arm as snickers erupted from the girls still seated. you took a look around, eyes first locking with the same ginger you joked about before—she was hard to miss. she's even prettier in person, you thought. large eyes looked up at you from where she sat, looking almost entranced by you at first glance.

you panicked on the spot and could only send her a small smile, unsure of how to act. megan didn't react properly, putting her head down as she felt heat creeping up in her cheeks. oh, sophia would kill her. why was she getting flustered all of a sudden?

was it the way she could tell you were fit even under your shirt—how broad your shoulders were—or how your eyes shone even under the fluorescent lighting as they bore into hers? sophia was right; you looked like her, but you didn't. your aura was different, and so was your style, not to mention the eyebrow piercing that sat on your face that almost amplified your look times ten.

with a notice in megan's shift, you immediately jerked your head away from her, trying your hardest to ignore how uncomfortable you had suddenly become at her reaction. you could only be thankful for daniela coming up to you first, pushing aside your outstretched hand to give you a warm hug, entrapped by a stronger vanilla scent compared to yours, to which she complimented you on your "good scent."

"wow, sophia was not lying." manon spoke a little louder than intended, earning a jab to her side from lara who was the next girl to come up to you. "sooooo nice to meet you; you don't understand how long we've waited to meet this mysterious younger sister." she teased you, not expecting for you to send her a sly wink that only she caught, "it's my pleasure to finally see you gorgeous girls in person."

sophia pushed you away, jabbing you in your arm whilst protruding a stern look on her face, to which you backed up, hands up in surrender. after that, manon and yoonchae arrived. manon's bear embrace smothered you, causing sophia to pull the girl away from you. you then gave yoonchae a side hug to make the shy girl feel more at ease.

then megan, the renowned socially awkward one of the group, was desperate to bury herself in your arms if it meant avoiding sophia's furrowed gaze at her sudden shyness, eyes darting everywhere but at you. the girl smelled sweet to you, a broad floral and woody scent filling your nose with a hint of vanilla (though you couldn't distinguish if it was her or you). her body was warm despite the cold air conditioning filling the house, and her head fitting snug in the crook of your neck felt perfect.

just as quick as the feeling came, it went away when she pulled back. sophia gave megan a look that she didn't catch, eyes glued to the floor, before sending one to you as well, which you shrugged at. the girls sat you down before you could look megan's way again, poking and prodding at you for details on your life that sophia refused to share. "off limits." the girl mumbed, almost a reminder to herself and a mental facepalm at how the words she spoke earlier dramatically came back to bite her in the ass.

small talk conversation with the girls, talkative and unintentionally funny, turned into hours of conversation, gaming, and eventual lounging in sophia's childhood bedroom as the sun began to fade away.

a loud growl sounded in the comfortable silence that was sophia's room. yoonchae and sophia were on their phones, playing multiplayer on some game they had downloaded. lara and daniela were in the connected bathroom, door wide open as they took mirror selfies with a life-size cardboard cutout of an SB19 member they found shoved in the back of sophia's closet. manon sat on the carpet floor, texting god knows who, and megan simply lay on the bed, her phone unable to cure any boredom she was feeling.

the girls all collectively turned their heads to the origin point of the clear stomach growl, the culprit none other than megan. "no way you're still hungry even after sophia's mom forced us to each have like three plates of food."

megan mumbled, rubbing her stomach. " i don't feel hungry... probably just a snack hunger." she picked her head up, looking at her members with a knowing glint in her eyes. lara and daniela immediately looked away, while the other three girls shared quick laughs before returning to their activities. "come on guys! please!"

"the sun's coming down, meg, and we have no car until tomorrow. there's a gas station close to here, but i don't need any of you girls walking out at night without any protection." sophia spoke motherly, annoying megan, who whined at her. getting filipino snacks was megan's favorite part of the trip every time they came, and with their busy upcoming schedule, she was afraid she wouldn't get the chance to buy them.

"if you need protection, then take stell!" daniela held up the cardboard cutout of the member, using it to dodge sophia's slipper that then came flying her way while one hand remained on the filipina's phone as yoonchae was urging her to "kill him, kill him!" the girls laughed, manon joining before abruptly stopping and looking up at megan with an unreadable look.

the last time manon gave anyone that look, it ended with daniela chasing her around the house after the girl had stolen her phone and texted brent faiyaz "luvvvv ur music <3 when are we getting married?" only realizing what manon had done after she had earned a reply from the artist.

"what if you just... ask y/n to accompany you?" manon finished her sentence and immediately ducked her head down, avoiding the look her leader sent her. sophia went as far as ignoring yoonchae's whines as she had set her phone down completely, obviously unamused at the idea.

"hmph, not an entirely bad idea." daniela emerged from the bathroom, setting the cutout aside as sophia directed her gaze to the curlyhead. "whaaaat? doesn't take someone with 20/20 vision to see that your sister is visibly lean. plus, she knows the area."

as if someone had a magician's hat and wand and said "poof!" you emerged in sophia's doorway, eyebrow raised as you looked between all of the girls. "get out of here nosy!"

"oh, god forbid i hear my name and get a little curious." you faked offense, looking around the girls that you had talked to with ease not long ago, quick for your original anxiety to disappear. megan shot up immediately when she registered that you had came into the room, pleading eyes darting to all of her members, almost saying "do NOT!!!!"

manon was quick on her feet, slipping out of megan's grip after the ginger had lunged forward to try and hold her back. "y/n! long time no see- listen, you busy right now?" manon slung an arm over your shoulder, quick to then retract it when she watched sophia's eyes narrow at the sight. you meekly nodded your head 'no' and gave an almost concerned look when manon beamed at the answer.

manon continued, "megan wants snacks, but your sister is denying her proper nourishment because nobody wants to go with her." she shook her head with a sad expression, trying to stifle a laugh at the thought of sophia's face. "i am not! all I'm saying is that there's nobody to go with her."

"and that's where you come in, y/n! interested in going with her?" manon looked at you like she was expecting you to say yes, causing you to drag out a long, "uhhhhhhhh," before sophia stepped in. "you're not gonna force my sister to go somewh-"

"i'll go."

"y/n!" sophia hissed, giving you the same shocked look that she had on her face for a minute at that point. you never really understood why sophia was so adamant about a "no dating" policy, if that was even the reason she opposed the situation, or if it had to do with the welfare of her friend. "what? you're acting like I'm gonna mug her myself."

"i... ugh! both of you, come here." sophia urged, megan wasting no time than to be right at her side as you reluctantly went over, bending down to meet eye-to-eye. "gas station, then come right back. no side quests, no dilly dallying, and if she comes back with so much as a scratch-" sophia turned to you and leaned forward, causing you to push yourself back, "you are never seeing the light of day again."

"so much positivity for your sister that you see every 3-6 business months." lara mumbled from the bathroom, causing manon to bend over the sink to stifle a laugh. sophia paid no mind to them, awaiting your answer, to which you responded, "fine by me. if she comes back with even a lick of hair gone, i'll buy you ten choc nut's."

...

the wind was breezy against your body, flushing your face from the slight cold that made the tips of your ears twinge slightly. you were prepared for the most part, your favorite black leather jacket on with semi-baggy jeans to help you combat the sudden cold. the same couldn't be said for megan, sporting a short-sleeved black shirt with linen-made pants that didn't protect her legs at all.

well... that was a mere couple of minutes ago. now, with some reluctance for your wellbeing, megan sported your leather jacket that you offered her while you remained in a plain t-shirt, wind blowing goosebumps onto your exposed arms as you two walked along the sidewalk, but that was the last of your thoughts.

"you're not this quiet in your interviews, you know." you spoke softly, the air tinging the tip of your nose a small shade of pink as you looked around the familiar area before you. megan's ears immediately perked up, shooting you a glance like she hadn't just been mindlessly wandering off into another dimension—mentally. "my interviews?"

"mhm," you hummed softly, careful to not make eye contact with the girl that way you could make sure she wasn't going to slam into anything up ahead, with those light brown eyes of hers boring into the side of your face. "you know, where you act all jittery like you just consumed three red bull's beforehand, and all... well..." you briefly turned to face her, pulling your hands up to the sides of your face before twisting them slightly whilst mimicking a face she knew all too well, the burden of one of her livestreams.

megan couldn't hold it back, "oh my goddd," and let out a true laugh at your knowledge of that moment. her hands were stuffed in the pockets of your jacket, formally entranced by your vanilla scent that surrounded her, filling up her nostrils as if you were indirectly hugging her. she couldn't pinpoint it—what it was about you that made her so fluttery. she never thought she'd have a type, really, but it was almost an awakening that if she did, you were exactly it.

it wasn't just your style and the way you looked, although they were key factors. it was the small gestures that you did, figuring the girl wouldn't pick up on, but just because she was quiet didn't mean she wasn't observant.

the way your hand hovered over her head as she bent down to pick up something earlier at the dinner table, careful as to not let her bump into anything. the quick offering of a blanket as you noticed her small shivers while you all sat on your living room couch, megan having sat where the air conditioning was hitting her directly—you then got up to turn it off. the way you had clothes in your hand, pajamas that you were likely ready to change into, as you entered sophia's room, and how quick you were to put them away to be at megan's service.

the patience you held as megan scoured the house for her shoes, unsure as to where she left them. how you redirected your walking stance, keeping megan on the inside of the sidewalk while you walked along the outer part. it only took her the lighest shiver for you to be stuffing your jacket in her hands, assuring her you wouldn't be cold while clear goosebumps began to litter your skin. all this, and you hadn't even known the girl for 12 hours. she couldn't decipher whether it was all an act to stay on your sister's good side or if you actually meant it, and she hoped the latter.

the apologies the ginger sent you as she found her shoes, putting them on while grabbing- did she grab it? did she... "oh, fuck!"

you whipped your head around, startled by the sudden yelp of the girl beside you. she put your hands in her hair, tugging slightly in a form of distress, and you could only step in front of her to pull her hands away as to not hurt herself. "what's wrong?"

"i fucking- oh, i'm so sorry, y/n! stupid... stupid..." she groaned louder this time, her body finding movement of its own in her frustration as her hands balled into fists and lightly hit your chest, hands remaining there before leaning forward and resting her forehead on her balled fists. "i completely forgot to grab my wallet that was on the table near my shoes, and i just got a new phone and i haven't added any of my cards onto it yet..."

she expected you to get upset, mad even, that you had to walk back to the house to retrieve the item—if you even wanted to go anymore. instead, you just laughed, megan feeling the way your chest lightly heaved while a hand came up to rub megan's back soothingly. "god, megan, you had me thinking you killed yoonchae or something."

frowning, she pulled away. "the cat," you clarified, but that wasn't what she needed clarification about. "you're not mad, even the slightest?"

"'course not, if anything it gives me an excuse to pay for your stuff. come on," you nudged her along, already seeing the faint tall sign of the gas station as you looked ahead. she swore up and down she could kiss you right there and then if the looming thought of sophia digging her grave didn't play in her mind. "i'll pay you back, i swear."

"hm, no need. i promise i've got enough." you eventually made it up to the gas station, holding open the door for megan who thanked you and went inside. you waved at the same cashier you saw nearly every day; if you didn't get along with the guy so well, you'd probably be embarrassed at the amount of times he saw you walk in and leave, paying with a filled basket.

while megan ventured toward the fridges, you stayed up front to scan the front bar for the choco nut's that your sister would die for. "hoy, may girlfriend ka?" [hey, you got a girlfriend?]

you smiled, nodding your head no, but your cheeks blushed at the thought. "isa sa mga kaibigan ni sophia, pero maganda siya, huh?" [one of sophia's friends, but she's pretty, huh?]

he nodded, chatting with you further until you eventually found megan in the chips aisle, deciding on what bag she could get despite unable to read the labels. "just get both." you shrugged, turning the corner slightly toward a freezer, grabbing a couple gatorades and energy drinks for your club game the next day. "i don't want to drain your bank account."

"you're acting like i don't have the most generous sister ever who will literally send me $500 'just because.' i promise, you're fine." it wasn't a shy thing to admit that you came from some wealth to begin with, whether it was from your parents' success or the simple acts from your sister to send you unnecessary, absurd amounts of money to make sure you were "well off."

"the same sister that looked like she wanted to murder me for coming out here with you? yeaaaahh, such a sweetheart, that girl." megan joked, laughing with you as she stuffed both the chip bags into her basket. if you were anything like sophia, you weren't taking no for an answer, so why fight it?

the more she stood around you, light chats filling the air as you guys continued to look for snacks, the more megan became more comfortable around you. it were as if she was seeing you in a brand new light, almost like you were more than just someone's sibling.

you noticed the whisker dimples whenever she laughed and how full her cheeks got, and she noticed the dotted dimples on your cheeks and the way your eyes crinked behind your glasses.

"this is weird." megan mumbled to herself, originally supposed to be an internal thought, but her small dissociations tend to betray her sometimes. you turned your head, watching her analyzing the cold aisle for whatever else may have attracted her. "what's weird?"

you heard that?

"i- well," megan stumbled over her words, scratching the back of her neck while walking past you, your eyes continuing to trail her. "i've known luke for almost two years now, since dream academy, and yet i can never see him as any more than 'sophia's older brother'." your eyebrows raised at the mention of your elder brother, unsure of where she was going with her words.

"but i've known you for maybe seven hours max, and i've only just now actually started talking to you and- you feel comfortable, as if i've known you forever." megan's eyes shot wide as she finished her sentence, already regretting the words as they left her mouth. "now, wait! i don't mean that to seem too overly heartfelt or anything, i just-"

megan turned around to face you, words jumbling in her throat as she saw you with a grin on your face, silently laughing at her quick flushness, and it made her want to shrink inside. "wo- i'm not bullying you by laughing, by the way." you helped clarify once more upon seeing the exasperated look the girl held. "it's cute how you rant, and i'm rather flattered at your indirect comment that you already like me more than my brother."

you teased her, sending over a wink that you mentally shamed yourself for once it happened, walking past the girl to grab a mango pack off the shelf. "plus, if you promise not to snitch..." you tossed the pack in the basket, turning to face megan now, "then i'll tell you that the conversations we've been having are my favorite compared to the past conversations i had with your group mates, but shh.." you put a finger up to your lips, shushing her with a light twitch at the corner of your lips, like you wanted to smile.

you turned away, starting toward the next aisle, and megan was paled as if she had just seen a ghost. "is she flirting with me?" the girl thought once more, feet pulling to catch up with you only to watch you turn around slightly, and she had already knew her body had betrayed her once more by making her internal thoughts verbal.

"if i were, would you snitch on me?"

the walk back home was exasperating, given that she had remained visibly flushed with tinted cheeks that she blamed on the cold air, but you knew better. she was so entranced by the time the two of you arrived home, thanking you for the snacks once more before walking back into sophia's room, which she would share with the girl herself and yoonchae while the others girl crashed in the guest bedroom.

"welcome back, me-" sophia looked up, halting her words immediately when she saw the new clothing accessory around megan's body along with the girl's rosy cheeks. she gave the younger girl a look that was hard to decipher. "is that y/n's jacket?"

with a small commotion later of sophia trying to force information out of megan and yoonchae trying to calm her elder down, megan abandoned her snacks for the night and trailed off to the guest bedroom in fear for her life.

she burst into the room, closing the door with a quick click and catching the immediate attention of lara, daniela, and manon who were on live. seeing megan's flushed state along with the muffled commotion they heard previously, lara muted the live as the ginger plopped down on the carpet floor. "please, if any of you love me... switch rooms with me."

"oh keep the live muted guys, i need to hear whatever information megan's about to rant out." manon got up from the bed and left the camera's view, plopping down on the carpet besides a drained megan.

"guys... hypothetically- and i mean hypothetically!" the girl practically yelled, startling daniela who was trying to read the chat's comment, confusion of the viewers on what was happening. "hypothetically... if you felt a mix of never-felt before emotions toward someone that you couldn't have, hypothetically, what would that mean?"

daniela yelped out a laugh, quick to cover her mouth as she spoke, "it hasn't even been a day and y/n's already got you on a hook. i knew something was up."

"hey, you only knew something was up when i proposed the idea of it earlier!" manon pointed at her roommate, who only held her hands up in a sarcastic manner, and lara opted to leave the camera's view completely, only adding fuel to the chat's confusion.

"oh, megan, honey." lara knelt down, pushing manon aside to be by the girl, circling the ginger's head onto her shoulder. "it means that, one, you're gay, and two, you're gay for y/n."

"i think that we've already covered that megan skiendiel likes girls." manon spoke matter-of-factly, giving lara a jab to the thigh for pushing her, "what i want to know is what happened."

megan only groaned again, body slumping into lara as daniela stared at her amused. it wasn't everyday that megan was a puddle of water over someone, the girl normally finding every male and female that came her way too absurd to be with. "well, we were walking and then wind came out of nowhere so it got cold, and she noticed i was shivering so she lent me her jacket."

the girls 'ooh'ed, leaning in close to hear megan's disgruntled voice better. "and then i had realized i had forgotten my wallet, and every normal person would've gotten mad, right? but she was so nice and understanding and calmed me down and ughhhhhh," the girl was rambling, hands rubbing down her face to try and clear the blush that never left her cheeks. "then we were in the store and i thought she was being flirty so in my head i was like, "is she flirting with me?" and i didn't know i said it out loud and she responded and basically said that she was."

the girls cheered, manon and daniela high-fiving while lara let out a high-pitched squeal. "then what?"

"well..." megan dozed off for a second before putting her hands on her face again and groaning, seemingly agitated. "we walked home and i forgot to return her jacket, so when i went into sophia's room she noticed it immediately and started badgering non-stop about it."

"so what i'm hearing and assuming is..." manon leaned by the table, grabbing her drink before taking a sip and handing it to lara who was making grabby hands, "you had the chance to flirt back and connect even further, but instead you chose to be a chalant dork that was geeking out the entire time."

lara almost choked on the drink, putting it aside while silently laughing like a maniac. daniela had left the room with the live, entertaining the viewers with whatever story time she had going on, but the live had caught a glimpse of a distressed megan on the floor as she was leaving and became a frenzy in the chat log. "i didn't come here to get bullied! and for your information, manon, watch your back 'cause this was your fault."

megan pressed her pointer finger into manon's chest, and the girl meekly rolled her eyes and batted megan's hand away. "oh, blame me for wanting to connect you with your fine shit."

"megan, i understand that we're half-joking and half-serious right now, but genuinely," lara pushed herself up toward megan, hand coming to pat down the girl's dishelved hair as curiosity laced her voice. "why exactly are you going crazy over her? it can't be just 'cause she's pretty—you've seen plenty of pretty people around—although i do admit that she's more fine than i anticipated, but i literally called manon crazy earlier for suggesting something between you two."

"it's just the way i feel around her, like her aura throws me off completely in a good way." megan was starting to calm down, despite remaining sprawled on the floor as if she had just ran a marathon. "you guys know me. i flirt either as a joke or maybe to get attention, and i always deflect whenever i get shy, but being around her makes me want to be honest- i was honest!"

"and i- no!" megan cut herself off with her own shriek, a knock sounding at the door that locked behind daniela when she originally left. "do not open it!"

"you don't know who it is," lara whisper-yelled, meeting megan's tone. "it could just be dani coming back."

"or it could be sophia coming to take me up to heaven herself! don't open it." megan urged, holding onto manon's arm with a life-dependent grip when she tried to get up, attempting to keep her in place. she sent a look to lara, who sprang up to open the door without looking back.

"hi," a familiar voice rang from the creaked-open door, and megan could shrink down into a ball if she wanted to. "y/n, what a nice surprise!"

lara opened the door wider, and you walked in, making eye contact with the sprawled out figure on the floor that scrambled to get up. manon and lara shared a look, lips pursing together to stifle their laughs while megan attempted a quick fixing of her hair.

"err... yoonchae—human yoonchae—told me that you were probably gonna stay in here, so i figure i'd bring these to you in case you were too scared to come get them." you set down the bags of snacks on an emptied table, stepping back just in time to avoid lara and manon who dove for the bags at first glance. you turned to see megan tearing off your jacket, instinctively putting your hand out to stop her.

"er, it's still cold in here, i don't know why my dad likes the house to be absolutely freezing, but you should keep it." you urged, and megan meekly nodded and closed the jacket around her once more.

"what time do you guys leave tomorrow?" you asked, scratching the back of your neck like you were guilty of some ploy, which you were. you initially came into the room to not only drop off the snacks, but also to ask your way into getting megan's number, expecting the other girls to be asleep or at least minding their own business.

"eight in the morning," manon spoke muffled, mouth full of some flour dessert that megan you bought. you nodded your head, "i'll make sure to see you guys out, then. hm?"

as you headed for the door, opening it with a slight creak, you slanted your head back to see megan burning her eyes into the back of your head. "for the record, you can keep the jacket entirely if you like," you paused, biting the inside of your lip, as if you were almost hesitating, "it looks better on you." then you shut the door.

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