𝓐 = 𝓐ftercare.

megan loves aftercare. she’s not the kind of girl to do something as simple as a few mere cuddles— no. she will make you an entire dinner, pay for a movie online and watch it all the way through with you while you eat after you finish having sex. she will do the absolute most to make you feel like the most special bunny ever.

𝓑 = 𝓑ody part.

megan has a big thing for your tits. she loves squeezing them, sucking on them, licking them, leaving marks all over them. she knows your nipples are especially sensitive, which is why she always teases them whenever you have sex. but one of the things she loves most is seeing your perfect breasts bounce as she fucks her strap into you.

𝓒 = 𝓒um.

megan always squirts a lot when she cums. seriously— you have to change your bedsheets and clean your mattress almost everytime you have sex on your bed. her cum is somewhat sticky, but she tastes like candy (which led to you actually cutting sugar for a while. why eat candy when you already have a girlfriend with the exact same taste, right?)

𝓓 = 𝓓irty secret.

megan loves eating you out while you’re on your period. she cant get enough of the taste of your blood— as embarrassing as it is to admit. she even looks at herself in the mirror, puts her hands up in a claw-like manner and bears her teeth with the blood all over her fingers and mouth so she can feel like a little vampire. cute.

𝓔 = 𝓔xperience

megan is extremely experienced in being submissive. however, when she first started dating you and found out you were a submissive bottom, she was a bit stumped, as she had never topped someone before— though, she quickly got the hang of it as your pretty faces and noises fueled her interest.

𝓕 = 𝓕avorite position.

megan loves doing 69 with you. of course, she’s all for prioritizing your pleasure, but she loves hearing your cute little whines while you eat her pussy. though, she has to admit, she makes her fair share of noise too. who wouldn’t with that perfect tongue of yours?

𝓖 = 𝓖oofy.

for the most part, megan takes sex seriously. her focus is completely on making you feel good and sometimes making herself feel good. however, when she’s had too much to drink, she can get a little silly during sex. her cute giggles and hiccups while she fingers you lazily only seem to make you hornier.

𝓗 = 𝓗air.

megan always ties her hair up when she eats you out— not that she thinks its mandatory, but she knows it turns you on to see her getting ready to focus completely on your pleasure. as for penetration, she doesn’t care if you have your hair up or not. she just grabs those cute little bunny ears of yours and tugs on them while she pounds into you.

𝐈 = 𝐈ntimacy.

megan can go both ways. she can be soft, loving, and guiding while you have sex— or she can be rough, degrading and mean while you have sex. usually, she tries to balance perfectly between the two unless you ask her to be purely romantic, or to be purely cruel.

𝓙 = 𝓙erk off.

megan always needs to see your pretty face while she touches herself. its like no matter how hard she tries, masturbation doesn’t feel good without picturing you or having you in front of her. she loves to jerk off to your nudes or any of the videos you send of yourself masturbating. she cums especially quickly with the help of your pretty pussy.

𝓚 = 𝓚ink.

megan is obsessed with breeding. there’s nothing she loves more than drilling her strap into you while whispering about how badly she wants to fill you up with all her cum.

“gonna fill you up.”

“such a good girl… taking all mommy’s cum.”

“yeah? my bunny likes when i hold her down so i can fill her up?”

even though megan knows her cock isn’t real, she still likes to get into the mood. there’s nothing wrong with wanting to breed your cute bunny, right?

𝓛 = 𝓛ocation.

megan loves public sex. whenever she takes you to parties, she always gets all drunk with you and ends up fucking you in the public bathroom, not even caring a bit if anyone walks in and sees her.

𝓜 = 𝓜otivation.

megan loves seeing her bunny get bold. she’ll come home from work and see her bunny being a little tease, sitting right there on her couch in lingerie, and she’ll feel herself getting so wet. she likes seeing her bunny try to be dominant, too.

“awh, look at you. trying to give mommy orders? bunny’s feeling demanding?”

“hehe, it’s so cute seeing you try to be in control, bunny. you know you’ll end up begging for me to cum inside you anyways.”

and she’s never wrong. no matter how hard to try to dominate her, you always end up whining while she fucks you with her strap.

𝒩 = 𝒩o.

megan would never take advantage of you. she always makes sure that you’re okay with something before she attempts to do it. a big turn off for megan is definitely when a partner focuses exclusively on their own pleasure. she doesn’t mind someone who likes to be service topped, but she wants her fair share of pleasure sometimes too.

𝓞 = 𝓞ral.

megan always loves eating your pussy, and vice versa, she loves when you eat her pussy. however, sometimes, she prefers to see you deepthroating her faux cock. she’ll thread her fingers through your hair and push your head down further onto her length, even when you gag.

“come on, bunny. you know you can take it. don’t hold back. a couple of gags never stopped you, right?”

“so pretty when you choke on my dick, bunny. so cute. my good girl.”

𝓟 = 𝓟ace.

megan always loves being rough with you. she’ll grab you by your sensitive little ears, pull on them hard enough to make you sob as she curls her fingers inside you. but sometimes, you’re a bit too sensitive or sore or just tired to handle that— so she’s gentle with you. she kisses you softly, pets your cute bunny ears and rubs your clit in slow, sensual circles.

𝒬 = 𝒬uickie.

megan isn’t a huge fan of quickies. don’t get it twisted, she loves to bring you to secluded places in restaurants or loud parties and she’ll fuck you hard enough to cry, but make sure you stay quiet. however, she prefers to have multiple, long rounds with you. she loves to wear you out until you can barely see right or even feel your body, and you love it. the feeling of lying back after she’s ruined you and feeling warmth run through your slick skin is simply euphoric.

𝓡 = 𝓡isk.

megan is definitely willing to take a lot of risks to make you feel good. she knows you have a thing for knife play, so every once and a while, she’ll bring a knife with her to bed, and let you cut off all her clothes piece by piece, as if you’re unwrapping a piece of candy.

“awh, look… my bunny’s so gentle with her knife… you don’t wanna hurt mommy?”

“so eager to get underneath these clothes, aren’t you, baby?”

megan can’t deny though, she does feel a little nervous when you have that knife. after all, you are a very, very clumsy bunny.

𝓢󠁡 = 𝓢󠁡tamina.

megan has insane stamina. being an idol means she can last a long, long time. she does spend at least six hours practicing, so of course she has the stamina and to have you shaking and crying by the time she’s done with you. megan can go at least seven rounds— but she usually sticks with four. she knows how sensitive you can be, but seven rounds are for special occasions, like punishments or anniversaries. her hips don’t give out that easily.

𝓣 = 𝓣oy.

megan loves toys. dildos, vibrators, ball gags, handcuffs— the point is, she loves them. she’ll send you videos of her riding her dildo, moaning while whispering praises, because she knows you’re touching yourself to her.

“doing so good for me, bunny… you like seeing mommy fuck herself like this? yeah?”

“keep playing with yourself baby… keep your eyes on me…”

𝐔 = 𝐔nfair.

megan loves teasing her bunny. seeing you on your knees, nuzzling against her thigh and humping her shoes while you beg her to fuck you. nothing gets her wetter than seeing you all pathetic for her because she loves to tease you so much. sometimes, she won’t let you cum either.

“no, baby. you’re not allowed to cum until i say so, understood?”

“take your fingers out of that pretty pussy, bunny. this is your punishment for being a little brat.”

𝓥 = 𝓥olume.

megan is extremely vocal. never just a few grunts or huffs while she’s getting fucked by you— she moans, whines, whimpers, gasps, almost every noise you could imagine. she can never hold back all of her noises when you eat her out or finger her. she always wants to show her bunny how much she loves being fucked by her.

𝓦 = 𝓦ild card.

megan doesn’t mention it often, but she has a huge thing for somno. sometimes, just before you’re about to go to sleep with her, she’ll lean in and whisper in your ear.

“bunny. if i fall asleep before you, you can touch me while im sleeping.”

and by the time that she’s awake in the morning, her thighs are wet and sticky, and her bra is unadjusted. thank god she’s a deep sleeper.

𝓧 = 𝓧-ray.

megan’s strap is nearly eight inches. she knows how much you can take, and she uses that to her advantage. she also doesn’t care too much about design, but she decided to pick out a cute, light pink colored strap-on. and she does have a little bit of abs— they aren’t too highlighted, but you love feeling on them while you ride her.

𝓨 = 𝓨earning.

megan’s sex drive pretty high. she’s not constantly dying to fuck you all the time, but she can really needy with you. overall, you and megan only really have sex like… once a week. i know, from everything i just described it surely sounds like you guys fuck everyday, but she prefers more romantic moments with you. she loves taking you out on dates, bringing you to the hybe building and letting the girls hang out with you, and she especially loves shopping with you.

𝒵 = 𝒵zz.

as hard as megan tries not to, she falls asleep pretty quickly after you two have had sex. she gets tired so easily after going on for so long, so she falls asleep right in your arms sometimes, resting her head on your sweaty chest and snoring loudly.

It was around five pm. You stood inside your local cafe, you reached into your purse— pulled out your wallet, and stepped up to the register. “Hello, can i have the strawberry lemonade refresher and a—“

Ding.

The front door bell rang. You turned your head, and your eyes widened as you saw her. Yoonchae.

“어?! (Huh?!)” She immediately stopped in her tracks, her gaze darting between the employee standing by the cash register and you. She looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did.

She wore an oversized, black nct 127 jacket— the hood over her perfect, shiny blonde hair, a white compression shirt that clung to her skin, black sweatpants, and black adidas sneakers.

Normally, you’d be freaking out, but the look on her face made you burst out with laughter. A loud, hearty giggle escaped your lips. The kind of laugh that was repulsive, but enough to make anyone smile.

Yoonchae began to giggle a bit herself as she approached you, looking at you with knitted brows and a confused smile on her face. “What? What is it? Is there something on my face?” She laughed out, touching her cheeks.

You shook your head, trying to catch your breath. “N-No, no! You just looked really cute!” You said as you wiped the corners of your eyes.

“Ah…” Yoonchae paused and blushed slightly, looking away. “Um… can you guys just order something?” The cashier murmured, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “Oh, yeah, sorry!” She quickly reached into her pocket, grabbing her wallet and pulling out thirty dollars.

“What did you want?” She asked, turning to look at you. “Strawberry lemonade refresher…?” You murmured with confusion. “I’ll have one of those. And a cakepop. Please.” She handed the cashier twenty five dollars and smiled at you. “Oh— you’re not allergic to, like, any cakes right?”

“No, no!” You waved your hands, chuckling slightly. However, you were lying. You were allergic to chocolate cakes. It didn’t take a short amount of time for the symptoms to come through, though. So, if you were going to have an allergic reaction, you would probably have… thirty minutes or so before you started to struggle with breathing. Anything for Yoonchae, though, right?

As the cashier set down the two refreshers and one cakepop, you felt yourself grow a bit nervous. You sat down at a table with yoonchae, smiling nervously.

Yoonchae furrowed her eyebrows. She looked at you with a bit of guilt, and she began to speak in a low, shy tone. “Uh… I’m sorry abou—“ suddenly, her phone buzzed. “Sorry.” She chuckled, picked up her phone, and saw a notification from Megan.

She quickly shut off her phone, putting it down and looking at you again with an awkwardness you were too afraid to point out. “I’m sorry about what happened at myeongdon—“ her phone buzzed again, this time, more insistent.

“Fuck…” she breathed out, looking up at you. “You can eat, I just have to take this, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.” You nod and pick up the cakepop in front of you.

As you watch Yoonchae leave, you shut your eyes and breathe out nervously. You just have to hope with every damn fiber in your body that the cakepop you were about to eat wasn’t chocolate. And if it was, you were fucked— because Yoonchae was standing right there outside of the Cafe, glancing at you almost every second. So if you spat it out, she’d probably feel like a huge asshole.

You slowly opened your mouth, taking the whole cakepop into your mouth. As you chewed— you can guess exactly what you tasted. Chocolate.

You breathed out of your nose nervously, and you began to tremble. “Fuck.” You murmured with a mouthful of food. Suddenly, Yoonchae came back inside. “Hey, listen. I gotta go, okay? I can talk to you later. Here, take my number.” Yoonche grabbed a tissue off the table, taking a sharpie from her bag and writing her number down. “Text me whenever you want, okay?” She smiled, searching your gaze for any sign of happiness.

You nod, taking the napkin and shoving it into your pocket. “I gotta go too,” you said, your words muffled by the chewed up cakepop in your mouth. You grabbed your purse and waved to yoonchae, rushing out of the cafe.

The experience was of course, surreal. You couldn’t believe you’d just gotten another one of your biases numbers, but you also couldn’t believe you fucking risked your life for her.

𝓙eung 𝒀oonchae. ✿

yoonchae texts you around 12:03am. she asks if you know what day it is. upon your prank playing, she’s being very pouty— but when you tease her just a bit, she reveals that she has a surprise for you.

𝓜egan 𝓢󠁡kiendiel. ✿

megan texts you around 12:02am. she approaches you with lots of expression. upon your prank playing, she’s very upset— but when you provoke her with her favorite snack, she’s almost immediately jumping with joy.

𝒟aniela 𝓐vanzini. ✶

daniela texts you around 12:10am. she approaches you with calmness, but underlying excitement. upon your prank playing, she’s immediately angry with you. though you try to insist that it was a joke, she ends up doing something that shocks you.

𝓜anon 𝓑annerman. ✿

manon texts you at eactly 12:00am. she approaches you with a hilarious, narrator-like dialogue. upon your prank playing, she’s slightly annoyed— but when you tell her about your gift, she seems excited— that is until you give her all the details of your gift.

𝓢󠁡ophia 𝓛aforteza. ✶

you text sophia around 7:08am. you approach her with with an attitude that leads her to believe you’re excited about your anniversary. upon your prank playing, she puts on a dominant attitude— declaring that you’ll regret ever teasing her.

𝓛ara 𝐑ajagopalan. ✶

lara texts you around 12:09am. she approaches you by immediately saying she’s coming over. upon your prank playing, her joking attitude slowly fades into a more serious one as she promises punishment.

Yunjin sat in a chair at her local café, reading one of her favorite novels by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment. She was enveloped by the story, her eyebrows furrowed in a deep concentration as she tried to focus on anything but her hunger.

Suddenly, an employee interrupted her. “실례합니다, 아가씨. 여기 머물고 싶으시면 주문하셔야 합니다. (Excuse me, ma'am. If you want to stay here, you need to place an order.).” Almost immediately, Yunjin shot the mortal an annoyed glare. The employee’s eyes widened slightly, but they persisted.

Yunjin scoffed before finally deciding to place an order. “좋아요. 물 한 잔 주세요. (Fine, i’ll have a glass of water.)” She murmured as her gaze found it’s way back to her book. “네. (Okay.)”

When the employee fled to prepare her drink, Yunjin let out a small sigh of relief. “What a nuisance.” She said to herself. She flipped the page of her book as she read, trying to find out where she had left off.

Then, she was interrupted yet again. This time, by a group of highschool girls, giggling obnoxiously and sitting down a table not too far away from her. Her fingers dug into the cover of her book as she heard them.

Though she tried hard to focus on the novel in front of her, a certain word she heard that slipped from one of the girls lips. Zombie. Yunjin’s attention was almost immediately caught.

She didn’t make her interest obvious, but she kept an open ear. As the employee she saw earlier brought her a water, she nodded. Then, the group of girls conversation began to get more serious.

“북촌 묘지에 좀비 소녀에 대한 소문이 있다는 사실을 알고 계셨나요? 그녀의 이름은 사쿠라입니다. 그녀는 오래된 버려진 북촌 학교에서 교직원으로 일했습니다. 상사가 그녀를 자살로 몰아넣었지만 며칠 후 가족이 묘지에서 돌아왔을 때 그녀의 시신은 사라진 상태였습니다. (Did you know that there are rumors about a zombie girl in Bukchon Cemetery? Her name is Sakura. She worked as a faculty member at an old abandoned Bukchon school. Her boss drove her to suicide, but when the family returned from the cemetery a few days later, her body had disappeared.)”

Yunjin sat up a little straighter as she listened. It was subtle, but she was curious. More curious than she had probably ever been in her 132 years of living. She had a deep interest in finding herself a bride— though she knew love with a mortal would never last. So, of course, she found herself intrigued by the girl’s story as she flipped through the pages in her book.

“이게 언제였나요? (When was this?)” The other girl asked curiously. “사쿠라는 1982년경에 죽은 것 같아요. (I think sakura died around 1982.)” The other girl whispered. “사람들은 그녀가 복수를 하기 위해 상사를 찾아 북촌고등학교를 돌아다닌다고 말합니다. (People say she walks around Bukchon High School in search of her boss to take revenge.)”

As the girl said that last sentence, Yunjin immediately got up and decided to leave. She had a name, an age, a location, and a good idea of what this living dead girl’s personality was like.

She had to come up with a plan of exactly how she could… train this zombie. She was better with other kinds of monsters— werewolves, other vampires, of course, hell, she’d even met frankenstein’s monster, whose name was actually Chaewon.

But with zombies? She’d never met one. She’d heard of them in stupid 21st century cartoons that stereotyped monsters in every way possible— vampires who hated garlic, werewolves that only turned on a full moon, and frankenstein that didn’t speak.

Yunjin was curious. She needed to find sakura, and she needed to find her fast.

Yunjin stood outside of the abandoned Bukchon school with a nervous feeling growing inside her. She knew something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen— but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

As she approached the front gates, she struggled to get them open. Her eyebrows furrowed. She paused for a moment before getting her hand poised, and quickly punching forward. The gate bursts as her hand goes straight through it, and a piece of metal falls onto the ground. She sighs heavily, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and stepping through the gate. (Although, she was showing off a bit. She really could just fly over the gate.)

She pushed open the front doors to the school, stepping inside and looking around. Roots had grown from nooks in the windows, mold began to grow on the walls, and the smell in the building was awful.

Yunjin walked up to the lockers in the front of her, looking at the small, shelved areas that still had a few students slippers. A few open lockers had a rotten smell, possibly from moldy lunches. She held her bag a bit tighter as she walked down the school halls. She looked out the windows, and glanced into classrooms. The silence was unsettling.

She scoffed as she continued through the school, eventually finding a lunchroom. She looked around the large room, her eyebrows furrowing at the stench. It was worse than the rest of the building. She noticed flies moving past her, all seeking the same rotten corner in the room. Yunjin followed, her eyes widened as she found a dead body. Large chunks of flesh teared off, their face completely mauled as well.

The body was surprisingly fresh. Maybe about a week old? Yunjin crouched down, analyzing all the bites and marks— the snapped bones and bruises. She huffed slightly, covering her nose as the scent got too repulsive to handle. She stood up, looking around for a moment.

“She must be here then,” Yunjin muttered to herself. “Unless someone comes here to kill all their victims.” She reached over her shoulder, pulling the metal bat she had across her back off and gripping it with one hand. As she left the lunchroom and walked up the stairs—

Crackle.

She had accidentally stepped on something. Someone’s bone with barely any flesh still stuck to it. Almost immediately, she heard a loud, fierce gargle. Nothing like the thing you’d hear from a zombie on tv. Her eyes widened, and a smile grew on her face.

She moved further up the stairs, turning and searching the halls for the dead girl. “Sakura!” She shouted, raising her bat. “다치게 하지 않을 거야! 이리 와! (I won’t hurt you! Come here!” She wasn’t exactly lying. The only reason she held the bat, was because she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t get attacked by some serial killer waiting for some idiot to find a nonexistent living dead girl.

She heard another loud, fierce growl, angrier this time. Yunjin followed the noise, poised and filled with anticipation. Just as she was about to call out again, she heard fast, rushed footsteps behind her.

She attempted to turn around and hit her with the bat, but the girl swung first.

“Agh, fuck!” Yunjin shouted, her eyes widened as a hard, metal shovel hit the back of her head. She fell forwards, hitting her knees on the ground. Surely enough, she turned over, her head throbbing as she stared up at the woman.

Sakura, she could assume.

Her skin wasn’t green. It was a pale, greyish tone. She had bruises all over her body, and a scar through her cheek that showed where her rows teeth ended. She had a small chunk of her head gone, her brain showing. Her veins were visible, not popping out— but the colors themselves. Blue, red and purple streaks showing through her thin skin.

She tackled Yunjin, saliva dripping from her mouth as she prepared to maul the girl. Yunjin grunted, her eyes narrowing at the girl as she tried to fight her off. She struggled underneath sakura, her eyes widening as the surprisingly strong dead girl held her down by the wrists.

Just as Sakura began to lean down, Yunjin bared her sharp teeth with a hiss. Sakura paused, her eyes darting from Yunjin’s teeth to her eyes. She realized Yunjin was a vampire, and her expression changed.

Her she didn’t remove her grip, but she softened it slightly. She trembled slightly as she sat upright, still resting on yunjin’s waist.

“Yunjin” She had managed, staring up at Sakura. “I’m yunjin.” She said, trembling as she pointed at herself with her free hand. Sakura’s gaze softened slightly. “Yun—“ sakura choked, a slight wheeze escaping her lips as she struggled to speak. “Yun… ji…jin.”

Yunjin’s eyes lit up with wonder and awe at her words. She sat up the best she could, and an eager grin spread across her face. Her hand came to hold the side of Sakura’s neck and she leaned in a bit closer.

She moved her hand, pointing at sakura. “You.” Sakura furrowed her eyebrows, staring at Yunjin. “You, Bride.” Yunjin whispers. Sakura is silent for a moment. She doesn’t know what to say. She was familiar with English, being that she lived in America for a while during her human years. She knew what Yunjin was asking for.

She slowly nodded, leaning in, and pressing her dry, bruised lips against Yunjin’s. Her eyes fluttered shut as her hands found Yunjin’s chest. Yunjin tilted her head, her own eyes shutting as she kissed Sakura.

Sakura’s body was cold against Yunjin. Colder than Yunjin ever was. She moans softly. The kiss is passionate, romantic— filled with love and affection. Yunjin didn’t care that she had just met the girl.

Yunjin slowly pulled back, staring deep into Sakura’s eyes. She was mesmerized by the girl, her fingers tracing the lines of Sakura’s veins. As Sakura opens her eyes, Yunjin smiles. “My bride,” she murmurs.

“My zombie girl.”

About two days had passed since thee Megan Skiendiel sent you money for a katseye listening party.

Like almost everything that had happened during the week, it felt surreal. Like, seriously. Megan Skiendiel? One of the most famous popstars, sending you, a mere fan, money? Who wouldn’t be freaking out?

The following day that you actually got the money, katseye had actually announced the listening party— and of course, like anyone would, you went.

You bought the ticket with Megan Skiendiel’s money. The money that Megan Meiyok Skiendiel sent you. It was genuinely crazy.

There you were, bunched up in a crowd of fans, staring at the set up in front of you, wearing a wristband, waiting for them to come on stage.

It was the afternoon, maybe around 7:30 pm. The sun was beginning to set, and an orange-ish light shined in the mall from the glass ceiling. A few windows were open, a breeze setting through.

Suddenly, music started playing. Gabriela.

The crowd erupted into loud, excited cheers. A few people screamed in your ear, making you wince, but as the girls gathered on stage, your eyebrows furrowed. Daniela wasn’t there? Did you miss something? What happened?

Immediately, you pulled out your phone, deciding to text Zhao.

As you looked up at the stage, watching the girls sing, your eyes widened.

Yoonchae looked so beautiful as she sang. Her hair was flowing as wind blew through the windows, her eyes shut in focus as she perfected her vocals. Your face began to flush red.

She looked down at you with a smile, seeing the blush on your face and crouching down with ease. “Hands off, Gabriela, Hands off, Gabriela-la-la.”

People in the crowd screamed. If anything, they were more excited than you. They pushed and shoved at you, making you stumble slightly. Just as you were about to tell them off, Megan suddenly faced Yoonchae, bringing the mic up to her lips.

“Ella llegó conmigo y conmigo se va, Sus ojos son mío', eso no va a cambiar, Me quiere a mí y no importan las demás. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Your eyes widened as she sang. Her vocals, they were beautiful, yes, but she changed one of the lyrics. She came with me, and she’s going to leave with me. She didn’t do that on accident. She wasn’t ‘Just singing’. She did that on purpose.

She was telling yoonchae that you were hers.

You sat in your room, completely stumped as your stared at the tweet you’d just seen. You had a few thoughts, but they were all ridiculous.

You’d thought, ‘Maybe I can bring a snack?’ No, that wouldn’t even last a day. ‘Maybe I can bring my sweater?’ No way. That’d start dating rumors.

Then, you had idea. In almost an instant, it came to you. “My perfume!” You shouted as you stood up from your bed, rushing over to your desk. You scrambled through the drawers, searching for the cute, pink glass flacon.

As you opened your last drawer, you found it. A small, pink heart shaped glass of perfume with a broken heart design on it. Ariana Grande’s Thank U, Next; Eau de Parfum. Notes of raspberry, coconut, and rose petals.

“It’s perfect…” you murmured as you ran your thumb over the label— completely ignoring the fact that this is the only perfume you have and it’s limited edition— but, it’s worth it for Megan Skiendiel, right?

Suddenly, bzzt. you got a notification from your phone.

Curiously, you took your phone off your bed and set down the perfume. When you looked through your notifications, you saw that Yoonchae had posted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned as you began yo look around your bedroom. “Man, I don’t have anything!” You paused for a moment before a moment before you got an idea. “I’ll get her a mp3 player…” a smile formed on your lips as you looked down at your phone.

“Alright. Eyekons better be ready, ‘cause i’m gonna give Megan and Yoonchae the best gifts!” You declared, pointing your finger to the ceiling.

“Hey, shut up!” Your step-brother Martin shouted from the living room. Your face flushed red with embarrassment, setting down your phone and deciding to get ready for bed.

You slipped out of your jeans, lifted your shirt off of your chest, and unbuttoned your bra. Once left in only your underwear, you grabbed pink pajama shorts and a graphic tee, specifically a katseye one, from your drawers.

You made your way back over to your bed, you laid down and slipped under your covers as you stared up at the blank ceiling. you found yourself too excited to fall asleep as you thought about meeting Megan and Yoonchae. For real. In person.

It was surreal, almost. You just had to wait.

The day of the fansign came quickly. Sooner than you expected.

You had spent the entire day prepping your gift for Yoonchae. You bought a mp3 player, the kind you could carry in your pocket. You transferred a bunch of files onto the mp3 player. Newjeans, Jennie, Ariana Grande, Addison Rae, SZA, Deftones, almost every artist she’d mentioned liking or used on her insta posts. You even bought earbuds she could use for it.

So, there you were in line. Your gaze flickered to the table with a black cloak over it. The members hands. The smiles on their faces as they signed albums, t-shirts, photocards. You swallowed nervously.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached the first member, Sophia. You trembled vigorously, your face red as you handed her a brand new Beautiful Chaos album. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, an endeared smile showing on her lips as she looked at you. “Don’t be nervous.” She says softly.

You can’t say anything. You just smile and nod. You take the album, passing it down to each member. Manon, Lara, and Daniela. Then, you reach Megan. Your face began to flush a deep red. Even people in the line behind you were giggling. You felt humiliated.

Your ears rang as you trembled. All you heard was the laughter from behind you as your vision blurred. Suddenly, a voice cut through the thick tension in the air. “Hey.” Megan. Her voice was soft. Grounding. She looked at you the same way one would look at a fine art piece— with intrigue and admiration.

Her eyes scanned your features. “You’re so pretty.” She mumbles. It’s not like a ‘you’re so pretty!’ it’s not giddy or kist her being nice. She sounds like a woman mesmerized. Your smile coyly “Thank you,” you say whilst fumbling with the strap of your purse as you reach into your purse with your free hand.

“I— uh— have something for you…” you breathe out, pulling out a small, pink flacon of perfume. The limited edition Ariana Grande Eau de Parfum. Megan’s eyes instantly widen. “Holy shit!” She yelps. Her face flushes red, and she covers her mouth.

“I-I’m so sorry, that… oh—god, i’m sorry.” The other members instantly look over, their eyes widening as they see the perfume you hand to Megan. “No way!” Lara shouts, sitting up a little straighter. The person in front of her furrows their eyebrows and Lara chuckles nervously. “Sorry.” She murmurs.

The other members figure they should focus on the people in front of them as well. Meanwhile, Megan has a big, joyful grin on her face as she takes off the top, spraying the perfume onto her wrist once. She moves her hand toward her nose, and she looks up at you with excitement as she smells it.

“Thank you so, so, so, so, so much!” She practically squeals. You nod. “I-I know you’re a big fan, so i figured why not… give it to you? Hah.” You murmur nervously. Yoonchae looks over at Megan as she smells the perfume, a slight frown playing on her lips.

You move over to yoonchae, letting her sign the album. “I… first, i wanna say, i really like your new hair. Blonde really suits you.” Yoonchae chuckles at your words. “Thank you.” Shes not nervous like Megan. She’s confident— but her interest is still showing. “What’s your name, then?” She asks, preparing to write a nice note on the album cover.

“Yn.” You murmur. Yoonchae looks up at you with a sort of impressed look. “Woah, such a pretty name.” She teases. You fidget nervously in front of her. “And your age? Wanna know if i should write unnie, or dongsaeng.” She smiles. “Nineteen.” You murmur. “Yn unnie.”

You chuckle nervously. In almost an instant, Megan shoots Yoonchae an almost judgmental look. You notice, but Yoonchae doesn’t. She’s too focused on you. “You were saying?” She looks up at you with an expectant smile. “O-Oh, yeah. I got you an mp3 player.”

Yoonchae’s eyes instantly widen. “Really?” She asks with an eager tone, watching as you pull a small, pocket sized mp3 player out of your purse with a few USB drives to connect more music, along with earbuds. “I put some instructions in the little pouch with USB’s.”

Yoonchae’s face lights up, and she lowers her head quickly, looking at the mp3 player with complete and utter joy. “Thank you so much!” She cheers. You nod. “Thank you for signing the album for me.” You smile, grabbing your bag and walking away.

After leaving the mall, you can’t help yourself. You instantly jump up in the air, squealing as you look down at the album in your hands. People outside the mall furrow their eyebrows and look at you with judgement. A woman even covers her child’s eyes and guides them away.

You eventually stop, embarrassed by how excited you are, but you instantly rush over to your car, eager to tell the whole world about your experience.

As Megan’s twitter notifications blew up with questions like “Anything you wanna talk about?” And “So when are you gonna bring it up” Megan was immediately left with confusion. Her first thought was call Yoonchae and ask if she knows anything about it.

She dialed Yoonchae’s number, raising her phone to her ear. As the phone rang, Megan grew a little more worried with every notification. When Yoonchae finally picked up, Megan began to talk.

“Hey, d’you know the deal with like… everything going on in my twitter comments?” Megan asks. Yoonchae pauses for a moment. “Huh? Wait— let me check.” She says. Megan hears a few taps against Yoonchaes screen on the other end before Yoonchae finally speaks.

“Oh, yeah. This is probably about you screaming because of that one cute girl at the fansign.” She chuckles. Megan furrows her eyebrows. “Cute?” She sounds almost… annoyed with Yoonchae. “Yeah? Cute?” Yoonchae repeats with confusion. “Do you… think she isnt?”

“No, no. She’s cute. I’m just confused as to why…. You’re saying she’s cute.” Yoonchae scoffs slightly. “What? What’s wrong with saying that?” Megan rolls her eyes. “You know. I had her first.” Her tone is possessive, as if she knows Yn personally.

“Do you even know her name, Megan?” Yoonchae asks with an accusatory snarl. “Yeah, i do. It’s Yn. I’m not saying you can’t talk to her, but watch what you say. You know i’m into her. I knew you could tell. I saw that look on your face.”

“Shut up, Megan. You’re being rude.” Yoonchae bites. “Me? Rude?” Megan scoffs. “Rich. Fucking rich, Yoonchae.” She murmurs.

“Listen,” Megan begins, her voice dropping to a low, dark warning. “Don’t fuck my chance up. I love you, but i don’t need your shit. I finally find one person who i’m into, and you try to take that from me? Be careful.”

And with that, Megan hangs up.