♬ pairing: ex girlfriend! yoonchae jeung x ex girlfriend! female reader
♬ tags: wlw, gxg, exes, slight angst, crack, fluff, coarse language, use of yn, oneshot
♬ summary: ‘posting my ex because what are they gonna do about it?’ has been all over the internet, so why not give it a try? though you added a little twist to it since it was your ex’s birthday. after months of not using social media in order to move on and not get any updates from your ex, you weren’t updated she was a very well-known global popstar now.
♬ author’s note: sooooooooo, this trend was like (a little) long ago BUT whatever!! i wanted to make it into a oneshot smau anyways.. enjoy, my loves! 🤍
𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ happy late birthday fic @zanaissante 💜
(this has been in my draft for months and is not proofread at all because my proofreaders abandoned me, but i just wanted to get this out of my drafts)
sypnosis — two streamers with widely different styles, a cozy gamer, and a chaotic fps streamer, unknowingly live next door to each other.
pairing — streamer megan skiendiel x streamer reader
trope/genre — one-sided enemies to lovers, fluff, idkmn
includes — the rest of the katseye members, bang jeemin, park minju, sakai moka, and ryu sarang.
word count — 9,411 words
you were live on stream, relaxing with a late-night stardew valley session when suddenly you heard loud shouting from the house next door, muffled but still impossible to ignore. you sighed, pausing your game for a moment. thankfully, your microphone wasn't sensitive enough to pick it up but loud enough to annoy you constantly.
you turned up your music, trying to drown out the loud noises, but every time your music would go quiet, the yelling crept back in. you knew they were gaming from the few words you could make it and by the sound of it they were losing.
you rolled your eyes, the frustration getting to you. "i swear, i hate my next-door neighbor so much," you muttered, leaning back in your chair as your character idly stood in the middle of the screen.
user1 are they still loud?
user2 omg lmao what are they even doing
user3 tell them off then?
you huffed, shaking your head. "like, i don't know what i did to deserve this, but they seem intent on keeping me up and pissing me off."
user4 yk damn well u weren't trying to sleep
user5 bring us over when u confront them
"first of all," you said, glancing at the chat, "i was awake, but that's not the point. second, no, i'm not about to go knock on their door and tell them to shut up. do you think i wanna meet them?"
the yelling got louder for a split second, you could make out something about a headshot and a teammate being useless, and you groaned dramatically. "it can not be that serious!" you snapped, though, of course, they couldn't hear you.
user6 neighbor arc when?
user7 chat, which neighbor are we rooting for?
user8 can we pls get a neighbor face reveal??
you rolled your eyes again. "the only arc happening is me surviving the mines so i can go back home to my wife," you said, turning back to your screen.
your chat continued to spam messages about your neighbor, but you tried your best to tune them out, focusing on the game. you guided your character deeper into the mines, dodging slimes and breaking rocks, all while silently praying the noise from next door would miraculously stop. it didn't.
another loud yell came through the wall, this time followed by what sounded like a fist hitting a desk or maybe a keyboard. you froze mid-swing in the game, your pickaxe suspended above a chunk of ore.
"sometimes i genuinely worry about them," you muttered, "are they okay over there, or is this just their normal gaming routine?"
user9 maybe they're speedrunning rage-quitting
user10 chat, we're neighbors now. we live here too
you sighed, finally killing the slime in front of you. "honestly, chat, i can't even be that mad because i do lowkey get it but at the same time you can't be doing this every night."
user11 imagine they hear you complaining 👀
"no way they heard me," you said, half to yourself, half to chat. you tilted your head, listening, but the yelling had turned into muffled talking. at least they were quieter now, though you weren't sure if it was actually over.
you decided to let it go, for now, focusing back on your game. but as your character planted a bomb to clear a path, you heard a loud cheer from the room.
"are you kidding me?!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "now they're celebrating? chat, i swear this is a personal attack."
user12 neighbor won!! gg wp
user13 imagine they're streaming too rn lol
user14 what if they're here rn 👀
you scoffed. "i'd ban them so fast if they were here." you leaned closer to the mic for dramatic effect. "dear neighbor i hope you see this and i'm happy you won or whatever but please for the love of god, let me live in peace please."
the chat lost it, spamming laughing emojis and memes about your imaginary "neighbor war." you sighed, shaking your head but unable to suppress a small smile.
you managed to go down a few more floors deeper, the soothing rhythm of the game finally starting to calm your nerves. the occasional joke about how your neighbor still popped up in the chat, but the yelling had died down.
you glanced at the clock on your desk noticing it was getting late, and even though you weren't particularly tired, you decided to wrap things up for the night.
"alright, chat, i think that's it for tonight. thanks for hanging out and being with me during my suffering. hopefully, they're done and i'll be able to sleep tonight." you paused, raising an eyebrow. "but knowing my luck, that probably won't happen."
the chat flooded with goodbyes and scatter emotes as you ended the stream, turning off everything in your setup, and putting your pc to sleep. you leaned back in your chair, letting out a long sigh. at least they're done screaming for the night, you thought, but a small part of you wondered who could be making all that noise.
you shrugged it off for the night and did your night routine before climbing into bed. it seemed the person next door also had the same thoughts as you and had turned off everything for the night. you scrolled aimlessly through social media and caught up on a few messages. when your phone buzzed with a low-battery warning, you lazily plugged it into the charger, tossing it onto the nightstand with a soft thud, finally going to sleep for the night.
"are you coming with us to twitchcon?" jeemin asked, leaning against your desk.
"why would i?" you replied, raising a brow.
"uh, maybe to meet your fans? network? collab opportunities?" she listed, giving you a pointed look.
"if i say no, does that make me a terrible person?"
"i mean, technically no, but let’s be real; our fans are gonna be super disappointed if everyone but you shows up," she said with a shrug.
you groaned dramatically, pushing yourself up from your chair. "fine. but only for two days, max."
"perfect! oh, and i made sure your station is right next to mine—"
"wait. i already have a station, even though i just agreed?" you interrupted, tilting your head.
"you think you just agreed, but actually, you agreed weeks ago," jeemin grinned.
"you little—" you lunged at her, but she ran out of the room, shutting the door behind her before you could catch her.
sighing, you plopped back into your chair, deciding she wasn’t worth the chase, at least not right now.
that’s how you ended up at twitchcon and it actually ended up being not… terrible.
you’d spent most of the day at your booth, chatting with fans, signing stuff, and taking selfies. jeemin had been right—being surrounded by people who actually appreciated you was kind of nice. a little exhausting, sure, but still… kind of nice. you even caught yourself smiling without forcing it.
moka and sarang had dropped by with coffee and snacks, and minju kept stealing your sharpies to doodle on your sign-in board. fans came and went, some recognizing you instantly, others walking by and doing a dramatic double-take before squealing and rushing over.
around mid-afternoon, jeemin popped back in, dragging you and your group toward one of the mid-sized panel rooms. “c’mon, c’mon, we got looped into some crossover panel thing. it’s streamer mixer whatever.”
you weren’t really listening, just following her because you didn’t really have any other option. when you got there, the panel room was already filling up, and a few familiar names were posted on the digital signage outside.
katseye.
you knew of them, of course. everyone did. six girls, viral group content, chaotic energy, and practically unbeatable in every twitch trivia or game-night stream collab they ever did. you’d seen clips of them before.
the moment you stepped into the room, your group found your seats along the side of the stage setup. across from you, the katseye girls were already settling in, laughing about something yoonchae had just said. she spotted you first and gave you a warm smile and a small wave. you nodded back.
you all greeted each other, but then, there was megan, who happened to be sitting right across from you.
“i’ve been wanting to meet you,” she said brightly. “your streams are so chill. like, perfect background noise while i’m editing.”
“uh. thanks?”
“no, i mean that in a good way! like—soothing. you sound like a podcast host who secretly hates people.”
you raised an eyebrow, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. “cool.”
“you’re kinda like the human version of beige. but like, cozy beige.”
“beige?” you paused.
“yeah! you give off that neutral, calm vibe,” megan nodded enthusiastically.
“beige,” you stared at her.
“like i said—cozy beige!”
“i swear to god if one more person calls me beige—” you rolled your eyes.
“oh my god. that made you mad?” megan’s eyes lit up as you didn’t respond.
“you are beige, but like, spicy beige,” she grinned wider.
and that, somehow, was the start of your personal hell.
megan and y/n fighting/flirting at the streamer q&a panel
“okay! first question—what’s your biggest streaming pet peeve?” the moderator asked.
you grabbed your mic. “people who are too loud on the mic. like… calm down, we can hear you.”
“was that about me?” megan immediately whipped her head around.
“if you felt like it was, it was.” you didn’t even look at her.
“wow. so brave of you to call me out when you look like you'd apologize to a tree if you bumped into it.” megan gasped, hand to her chest.
“i have apologized to a tree before. it was being more useful than you,” you side-eyed her.
“are they flirting or fighting?” yoonchae asked the group. yoonchae asking the important questions.
“yes,” sarang simply responded.
“have you ever rage quit on stream?” a fan asked.
“once. but i muted, ended stream politely, and just closed my laptop. like a normal person.” you said.
“i’ve thrown a controller and screamed into a pillow while my mic was still on,” megan turned to you. “we’d balance each other out, you know?”
“absolutely not,” you said.
“it’s giving opposites attract,” yoonchae said.
the audience was all screaming.
“should we leave so y'all can kiss or—” sarang looked around.
“no!” you exclaimed.
user1 someone tell them this is twitchcon not love island: streamer edition
user2 someone get them a couple channel
user3 y/n: 😐 megan: 😏
“if you had to be in a stream house with three people from this panel, who are you picking?” a fan asked.
“easy. yoonchae, lara… and y/n,” megan answered.
“i would fake my death within a week,” you immediately shot back,
“great! we could make it a stream arc—‘y/n goes missing: day 4,’” megan smiled.
“should i be worried or are you two just always like this?” the moderator laughed.
“this is them… after knowing each other for an hour,” sarang said into her mic.
“imagine a week,” jeemin cut in.
“do any of you have secret streamer crushes?” a fan asked.
“should i say it or keep the mystery alive?” megan slowly turned to look at you.
“say it and i walk off this stage,” you said.
“so dramatic. that’s why i like you,” megan smiled sweetly.
“i’m going to pretend i didn’t hear that,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face.
“you're not denying it though…” moka looked at you.
“so when’s the wedding?” sarang asked.
“we should’ve made this panel r-rated, there’s so much tension,” sophia said to the moderator.
“last one—if you had to be stuck in a collab for 24 hours with someone on this panel, who would it be?” the moderator asked.
“literally anyone except megan,” you said, without even thinking about it.
megan clutched her heart. “you wound me.” then, she smiled way too sweetly. “i’d still pick you.”
“why?” you looked at her in disbelief.
“it’s fun watching you try not to like me,” megan shrugged.
the entire room lost it.
“no, because y’all are soulmates,” lara said, not even trying to hold back her laughter.
“please don’t ever wish anything like that on me,” you said.
user5 they’re so married
user6 i need a cam angle just on them pls
user7 they think we’re joking but we’re already editing their wedding video rn
throughout the panel, she wouldn’t stop talking to you—whispering jokes during questions, making weird eye contact, and poking fun at the serious way you answered things. every time she made a jab, you shot her a look. every time you glared, she just giggled harder.
to everyone else, it looked like harmless banter. to you, it felt like emotional whiplash.
by the time the panel ended, the chat had already started blowing up. even though you weren’t streaming, someone was, and clips were spreading fast. megan teasing you, you glaring at her, her dramatically gasping and pretending to be offended.
“oh my god,” jeemin said, nudging you, “you and megan are like a sitcom.”
“i cannot stand her,” you grumbled, grabbing your water bottle.
“she loves you, though,” sarang said, half-laughing. “you’re her new toy.”
“she can find another one.”
“she won’t.”
“too late. there’s already an edit of you two arguing with romantic music in the background,” moka said, like she could already see the edits in her head.
“this is my villain origin story,” you groaned loudly.
from across the room, megan caught your eye and waved cheerfully.
you turned away and jeemin just laughed like shit was funny. “you’re so cooked.”
“can we leave soon?” you asked.
“unfortunately, not. there’s still more to the panel,” minju said.
“i’m gonna kill myself on this stage,” you groaned as you slid into your seat.
“i mean, imagine the views,” moka said.
“no, don’t encourage her,” sarang said.
“i mean, no, don’t kill yourself,” moka said.
you just groaned again in response.
you thought that day would be the end of it. you and megan didn’t really have a reason to overlap, you didn’t play similar games, you gave off different vibes, and you didn’t think you had a similar audience, and people would just forget about the situation. oh, how wrong you were.
the next day, you were hanging out at moka’s station for her mini meet and greet, helping manage the line and chatting with a few fans who recognized you.
“your cozy streams are literally the only reason i finish my homework,” one fan told you.
“thank you for single-handedly saving my gpa,” another added with a laugh.
“honestly, if i’m your academic lifeline, we’re both cooked,” you joked, posing for a selfie with them.
after a few more photos and quick conversations, you stepped to the side to grab a drink, and that’s when you spotted them. manon, sophia, daniela, megan, lara, and yoonchae. all casually walking toward you like they weren’t as famous as they were.
“we should collab,” manon said brightly as she approached.
“i’d be so down,” you replied.
“collab with me first, though,” sophia cut in.
“well,” you said, playing along, “my loyalties lie with the person who asked first.”
“lowkey, i’d collab with all of you,” you added. “we just gotta make it happen.”
“what about me?” megan asked suddenly as she stepped forward.
“what about you?” you looked at her.
“so you’ll collab with my roommates, but not me?” megan said, raising a brow. “you know we play the same games, right?”
“i never had a problem with the games you play,” you said coolly. “my problem is with you.”
“i see how it is,” megan nodded, not even pretending to be offended.
“i’ve been telling you how it is,” you shot back.
“you two are seriously unreal,” daniela muttered.
“no, like—is this foreplay or are we fighting?” lara added, squinting at both of you with mock suspicion.
“it’s hard to tell,” yoonchae said under her breath, but not quietly enough.
you opened your mouth to respond, but megan spoke first.
“don’t worry, she only talks to me like this because she’s obsessed with me.”
“obsessed with making sure i never share a stream with you,” you corrected, smiling sweetly.
“oop,” sophia whispered, sipping from a water bottle.
“so when’s the wedding?” manon said with a smirk.
“you guys are worse than my chat,” you groaned.
“your chat ships it too?” daniela asked, eyes lighting up.
“unfortunately,” you said. “they’re like ‘the chaos x cozy arc goes crazy’ like please stop it’s not happening.”
“that’s so cute,” megan said, tilting her head mockingly. “almost makes me want to be nice to you.”
“don’t strain yourself,” you deadpanned.
“okay, but seriously,” sophia said, trying to keep it together, “if you did collab, the internet would lose its mind.”
“i’d rather collab with a creeper in minecraft,” you muttered.
“so that’s a yes,” megan grinned.
“can you not hear?”
“all i heard was yes,”
“you gotta get whatever is wrong with you figured out,” you said.
“i think you could fix all my problems,” megan said.
“yeah i’m leaving” you said as you turned around.
“megan scaring away the hoes,” lara joked.
“she likes that about me,” megan said.
the rest of the con went fine. thankfully, your schedules barely overlapped, so you didn’t have to see megan again.
which, in your mind, meant the bit was over.
except it wasn’t.
because the moment you went live back home, your chat had one thing on their minds.
“why do y’all want me to collab with megan so bad?” you asked, already exhausted. “we don’t even play the same games.”
user1 because of the potential
user2 we see what you won’t
user3 give the people what they want
meanwhile, over on megan’s stream:
“i’ll collab with y/n. i’m just waiting on her to agree,” she said with a shrug.
user4 do u like her megan?
“if i say yes, do you think she’ll finally accept?” megan replied, grinning.
user5 you should just show up in one of her games
“i think that would make her hate me more,” megan laughed.
user6 we won’t snitch
“y’all, i swear i’m trying,” she said. “but i can’t force her to do it.”
user7 plssss we need this
back on your stream, you rolled your eyes.
“i hope megan knows i’m not falling for any of this,” you said flatly.
user8 what’d she do this time? i’m employed.
“there’s a clip of her doing a full-on proposal for our collab,” you deadpanned. “i’ll just pull it up here so y’all don’t have to go interact with it yourselves.”
you dragged the clip onto the screen and hit play—megan on her stream, down on one knee with a ring pop and dramatic background music, asking you to be her “stream partner in crime.”
you blinked at your own screen. “…she’s ridiculous.”
user9 and u love it
user10 just marry her atp
user11 the chaos x cozy arc continues
“y’all are fucking crazy,” you mumbled at your chat encouraging this behavior.
you were walking back toward your house, casually flipping through the mail, when you suddenly heard your name being called.
“y/n!”
you paused, confused. everyone you knew in this neighborhood was currently inside your house—so who the hell could be calling you?
“y/n!” the voice echoed again, this time to your right. you looked up, and your eyes landed on a familiar face walking toward you.
“ain’t no way,” you muttered.
“i thought that was you,” megan said with a grin, finally close enough for you to see her clearly.
“do you… live there?” she asked, pointing at your house.
“umm… yeah,” you said slowly, still processing.
“that’s crazy. i live right there,” she said, gesturing at the house next door. the house you’ve been building a silent, growing hatred for over the past few months because of your loud neighbor, which makes so much sense now.
“i see,” you replied, resisting the overwhelming urge to roll your eyes.
“can’t believe we’ve never run into each other before,” megan said, hands on her hips.
“yeah. that’s so crazy,” you deadpanned.
“this makes our collab way easier now,” she added with a bright smile.
“who said i agreed to a collab?” you asked, brow raised.
“you should. people love seeing us together,” megan shrugged.
“well, i don’t like being seen with you,” you fired back.
“y’know, you really do hurt me sometimes, y/n,” megan said, mock-offended.
“too bad i really don’t care,” you said, completely unfazed.
“i’m starting to think you actually mean that,” megan said with a pout.
“because i do,” you replied.
“mhm,” megan nodded like she hadn’t heard a single word, still smiling.
“well, if we’re done here, i’m leaving,” you sighed.
you turned and headed for your door, not giving her a chance to respond.
“see you later, y/n!” she shouted after you.
“i hate my fucking life!” you yelled as you slammed the door behind you.
“wait… megan as in megan-megan?” moka asked, sitting up straighter.
“streamer megan? chinese ginger, megan? beef-at-twitchcon megan?” minju added.
“yes! all of the above!” you cried.
“you mean to tell me... katseye lives next door?” sarang gasped dramatically.
“deadass.”
“this is amazing,” moka whispered.
“no, this is a nightmare,” you corrected.
“what did she say?” minju covered her mouth, trying and failing not to laugh.
“she asked if i lived here, then told me she lives next door like it was the funniest thing ever. and then… she tried to act like this means our collab is suddenly destiny or something.”
“she’s not wrong,” sarang muttered.
“don’t you start.” you turned towards her.
“oh, i’m starting. i’m just like chat now,” sarang said smugly.
“no,” you warned.
“yes,” moka grinned, already opening twitter. “and if you don’t collab, i will start tweeting about how you're ignoring your soulmate.”
“if you start encouraging those people, i swear i’m ending it all,” you groaned, flopping face-down into a throw pillow.
“no, don’t kill yourself,” jeemin chimed in, casually walking into the living room with a snack. “you’re too pretty.”
you slowly lifted your head. “…thanks, i guess?”
“plus, if you died, megan would totally dedicate a stream to you, and i feel like that would haunt you more than the afterlife,” jeemin added, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“can you imagine the title?” minju said. “‘a tribute to the one that got away.’”
“no. no, absolutely not,” you said, horrified. “she’d put sad lo-fi over a compilation of us arguing.”
“why are you all like this?” you groaned, dragging the pillow over your face.
“because we care,” sarang said sweetly, patting your back.
“we just want to see this all happen live,” minju added.
“this is a sick friend group,” you sat up, glaring at all of them.
“sick with love,” moka said dramatically, clutching her chest.
“i’m moving,” you said.
“go ahead,” jeemin said. “just know you can’t deny fate.”
“god, i hate this timeline,” you muttered.
“you mean the one where you're the main character in a fanfic happening in real life?” sarang teased, and you threw a pillow at her.
the next day, you were immediately on stream, ready to rant to them as soon as your stream starting soon screen went away.
"y’all—funny story. i met my next-door neighbor yesterday," you started.
user1 the one you hate???
user2 did you finally cuss her out??
"no listen—when i say i meant that shit before, i mean it even more now," you said, leaning closer to the mic. "she’s still annoying as hell and needs to either quiet that shit down or invest in soundproof walls immediately."
user3 a woman???
user4 okay but… was she pretty? 👀
"it’s megan, bro. i leave that damn convention just to come home and deal with her more," you groaned. "there’s no escape."
user5 meant to be ❤️
user6 she doesn’t even realize what she just unleashed by telling us this
"y’all need to chill because i’m not willingly collabing with that girl,” you rolled your eyes.
user7 get peer pressured
user8 we js want content 🫶
"i should’ve never said anything," you muttered as you buried your face in your hands. "y’all are wild."
user9 how many gifted subs
user0 anyway when’s the collab?
you stared at the screen for a long moment.
“…i hate all of you,” you whispered.
and the clip was already going viral within an hour.
you were in a situation. manon and sophia both asked you to join a 2v2 with some other people, and you said yes without even thinking—because now, you were in a discord server with manon, sophia, minju, jeemin and megan.
“i don’t even think i have any of those games downloaded,” you said.
“well, download them so we can play,” manon replied.
“what if my internet just goes out?” you tried.
“you can just come over, we have an extra room,” sophia offered casually.
“i really wish i never found out we lived next door to each other,” you sighed, already regretting everything. still, you ended up downloading the games anyway while everyone else got situated.
eventually, it was time to split into teams, and sophia insisted on using a wheel to make it fair. you were picked first. all you could do was sit there in silence, praying the wheel would land on somebody good. but then, it landed on megan.
“i’m leaving,” you said immediately.
“this is perfect,” jeemin cheered.
“i’ve been set up,” you muttered.
“this wasn’t even on purpose, but i like how this turned out,” sophia said, clearly way too amused.
“why am i the only one who has to suffer?” you asked.
“come on, y/n, i’ll carry you,” megan said confidently.
“i’ve lived next door to you for months, and i don’t think i’ve ever once heard you yell because you won,” you shot back.
“not gonna lie, she kinda ate you up with that,” manon laughed.
“nahh, trust—i’m just always loud,” megan grinned.
“oh, i know,” you deadpanned.
but despite your protests, you stayed. mostly because you felt bad ditching everyone after already agreeing to play. the other teams ended up being sophia with manon, and jeemin with minju.
“if anything, i’m the one who’s cooked, because y/n doesn’t even play fortnite,” megan pointed out.
“i had a fortnite phase back in the day,” you admitted.
“don’t you play stuff like stardew valley and animal crossing?” megan asked.
“and occasionally league, because minju loves to torture me,” you added.
“i promise it’s fun,” minju said.
“she keeps saying that, but i’ve never once had fun playing league,” you said.
“it’ll get fun eventually,” minju insisted.
eventually, everyone got the game up and running, and after adding each other, you joined a private lobby sophia made for a specific fortnite mode.
“i mean, round one begins—i’d vote for the weapons,” sophia said.
“okay, i’ll vote blue, okay okay,” megan chimed in.
“okay, let’s go in the same circle,” manon added.
“perfect, perfect,” you agreed.
“can we pick up weapons or not?” minju asked.
“yeah, yeah,” you said.
“yeah, we have weapons,” jeemin confirmed.
“what button is my—oh, there it is,” you mumbled, finally finding your loadout.
“building is actually so cringe,” minju said flatly.
meanwhile, you were too busy breaking the bottom of their towers, watching them fall as you shot from below like it was nothing.
“wait, so who’s alive now?” megan asked.
“i’m dead,” jeemin replied.
you pushed up on sophia and manon, who were panicking and building walls around themselves like it would save them.
“um, hey, you guys are still in the storm,” you pointed out.
“wait, is it just me? i can’t see who’s left,” megan said.
“oh—i found them!” megan called as the two of you descended, unleashing a spray of bullets.
apparently, you and megan were the only two people who actually knew how to build, and it showed. the way you both built and outmaneuvered the others was almost unfair.
“this is sick,” minju said while spectating.
“megan actually knows how to build!” manon cried, fighting for her life.
you and megan cleaned them up and won that round easily.
“i still got it!” megan shouted.
“alright, minju—you have to build now. i don’t know what i’m doing,” jeemin said, already stressed.
“yeah, i can do that,” minju agreed.
“these guns are not good. i think,” manon muttered.
you and megan began collecting weapons for the next round.
“oh, you got the sword,” you said, eyeing it.
“here, you can have it. i don’t know what to do with it,” megan said, dropping it.
“wait—really?” you blinked.
“you got that,” she replied.
the next round kicked off.
“oh my god, you built me in! i’m in the storm!” jeemin screamed.
“sorry! i didn’t realize,” minju said quickly.
“okay,” sophia cut in, “everyone needs to go into separate calls. we’re playing until round ten and that’s it.”
“where are they?” megan asked you.
“they’re still in the storm,” you said.
you and megan won that round too. no surprise there.
“they’re so mad,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips.
“mad and bad,” megan added smugly.
“i’ve just been building and editing—i didn’t even know i could still do that,” you said.
“i swear it’s like muscle memory once you remember the buttons,” megan agreed.
“you just keep taking the best guns,” you said.
“i mean, it is what it is. someone’s gotta carry us,” megan said with a smirk.
“wait, how do i fly?” you asked no one in particular as the next round began. you fiddled with your sword until you finally launched yourself across the map, landing behind the structure.
you accidentally swung the sword midair behind the enemy but missed. no one noticed.
“oh—oops,” you mumbled.
“oh, you’re just in,” megan said as you finally downed jeemin, then minju when she ran over.
you locked in, aiming carefully. “they’re below you,” you told megan as you shot to cover her.
“now they’re above you—actually, hold on, i don’t know who’s who,” you said, squinting.
“i don’t know where they’re at,” megan said.
“i’m coming up to you,” you told her, quickly building toward her position.
together, you finished off the last two.
“i’m trying to figure out how to do things,” megan muttered.
“i just wanna use material and i keep attacking with the sword for some reason,” you said.
“i don’t know if this is gonna be fair,” megan said with a slight laugh.
“i mean… yeah,” you agreed as the round loaded up.
“okay, so maybe we just get—” megan started.
“i’m just gonna go above them,” you finished for her.
“we’re literally just better than them,” megan said, locking in.
“i’m just above them,” you said as you laughed, raining shots down.
“wait—holy shit!” megan yelled as she got jumped.
“i think i kinda like building now,” you said as you stayed high up, watching the chaos below.
“one’s below us,” you warned.
“i might be in danger,” megan said.
“nah, you got it,” you said casually.
“i’m just gonna pop a little—” megan mumbled, healing behind cover.
suddenly, manon joined your voice chat.
“hey guys, we’re implementing a new rule: you’re not allowed to build with anything other than wood,” she announced.
you and megan burst out laughing right as you landed the final shot, winning again.
“okay, okay—nothing other than wood, right?” you asked.
“okay yeah, i mean—i don’t know if it’s gonna change anything but,” megan said, trying not to laugh.
“don’t worry about it. it’s fine, sweetheart,” you said cheekily. “literally just games for fun.”
you and megan continued dominating through round after round.
“okay, that was easy,” megan said. “that was pretty good.”
“yeah, i think they’re starting to get their placements now,” you said.
“so… one more?” megan asked.
“yeah. i think this is the last game,” you said, ready to finish things off
“okay, um… jeemin’s gonna do the same thing—build and survive—and we’ll pickaxe her to death,” megan announced.
“i feel like you’re not gonna do that,” you replied while laughing.
“there’s people crying in my chat right now,” you said, glancing at your screen. “they’re so upset. “they’re like, ‘guys, stop being so cracked at the game!’”
“it must be tough being good at everything,” megan teased. “like, sorry we’re amazing?”
“okay okay,” you said. “if we’re just in the middle, everyone’s gonna push us instantly.”
“all right, here we go—oops,” megan muttered.
“if i use the glider, do i just walk off the edge with it? is that how it works?” megan asked.
“yeah... well, i actually don’t know,” you admitted. “i don’t really use the glider.”
“cool. great,” megan said. “guess i’m about to fall.”
“oh—our build is being shot down!” megan shouted.
“it’s pretty thick though, not gonna lie,” you said. “we’re both still up—okay that’s good.”
“they’re merciless,” megan yelled. “ah—this is my glider—no!”
“did it not work?” you asked. “i’m down,” you said.
“i’m coming down,” megan said. “wait—are you below?”
“yeah, yeah—you can rez me. i’m underneath in the zone—they don’t know.” megan rezzed you safely.
“i have a chug! let me use it now,” you told her.
“okay, nice,” she said.
“this thing chugs way slower than i remember. we gotta get a move on,” you said.
“boom—oh, someone just fell,” megan said.
“i think it’s down to the last two teams,” you added.
“darn it—i’m bad,” she muttered.
“where are they?” you asked. “wait—i thought they were... oh yeah. they’re right next to me. down below.”
“they’re shooting at you,” megan said.
“i’m gonna try and pickaxe them,” megan said confidently.
“well, well, well,” minju sighed as she suddenly joined your call. “if it isn’t the pickaxer herself.”
“they’re right above me, and they just keep staring at you,” megan whispered from behind enemy lines.
“they don’t even know,” you murmured, eyes locked on the build.
“oh my god—who is this?” megan cackled as she pickaxed someone completely oblivious to her presence.
still laughing, she continued swinging wildly at another player who was jumping around cluelessly.
“what is happening?” sophia wheezed through her mic.
“yeah, that’s funny,” megan said, finally catching her breath.
“okay, that was good. that was pretty good,” you said, grinning.
“alright, it’s over—time to die,” megan announced gleefully as she leapt down into the chaos.
“might be about that time,” you agreed, loading your last clip.
“this is just messed up,” manon muttered from another call.
“sooo… is it over?” megan asked. “or like—is there another round?”
“congratulations, you guys,” sophia said, mock-bitter.
“ggs, ggs,” jeemin added, exhausted.
“y/n and megan are literally unstoppable. i hate it here,” minju groaned.
“what can i say?” megan said smugly. “we build. we shoot. we conquer.”
“it’s called teamwork,” you added. “or trauma bonding. one of those.”
you all moved on to the next game: golf with your friends. for this one each team’s total strokes were added together and whoever had the lowest combined score won.
“alright, what’s the plan here?” manon asked as the first hole loaded in.
“figure out your own strat,” megan replied immediately.
“bitch,” manon muttered.
“fuck, why didn’t i jump there?” jeemin groaned.
“i’m sad i didn’t get it in one,” minju sighed.
“it looked so easy, too,” sophia added.
despite a few stumbles, most of you made it in with one or two hits. a clean par.
next hole.
“okay, this one’s free,” you said, eyeing the map. “just two hills and a straight shot. easy hole-in-one.”
“how much power though?” jeemin asked.
“didn’t get the one,” manon reported. “took me two.”
jeemin finally figured out the angle, but just as she was about to roll in. “who the fuck—minju?!”
“that was me. my bad,” minju admitted.
“easy hole-in-one,” sophia cheered as she sank hers.
when you reached the hole, you just saw both of their balls sitting awkwardly on opposite sides of the cup.
“we take those,” you said, tapping in for par.
the next map loaded.
“this one’s so simple,” megan said confidently, eyeing the layout.
“haha, you’re stupid,” sophia said after megan immediately missed the shot.
“oh my god, i got it!” jeemin shouted.
“what’s the power?” minju asked.
“2.5 always,” jeemin declared.
“oh my god, i hit megan,” minju groaned mid-shot.
you moved on after everyone finally got in.
“oof, this one looks rough,” sophia said, eyeing the new map.
“it’s jumpable, right?” megan asked.
“it’s not jumpable, stop lying to me,” manon said.
“it is jumpable,” you said as you made it in. “you just jump right before the spike.”
“you can’t help the enemies,” megan scolded.
“why’d i actually forget we’re on different teams?” you laughed.
“damn,” sophia muttered after bouncing off the wall.
“that was a weird angle,” manon said, spectating with a grin.
“you hate to see it,” sophia sighed, realizing everyone else had already made it in.
“is this salvageable?” manon asked.
“for sure,” megan said just as sophia launched completely off course again.
“oh no…” sophia groaned.
“again,” minju deadpanned.
sophia shot again… and missed. again.
“ooh yeah, one more time,” minju laughed.
“please, sophia, get it together. i know you’re not drunk,” megan said.
“this is actually insane,” jeemin said.
“this map is not mapping,” sophia huffed.
“who is cackling like that?” manon wheezed. “it’s not that funny!”
“no fucking way,” sophia whispered after seeing her name at the very bottom of the leaderboard.
you all moved onto the next hole.
“yeah, just a little nudge,” jeemin said.
“ahhh—jeemin why the fuck would you hit me out?!” minju shrieked after getting bumped mid-shot.
“i’m playing defense,” jeemin laughed.
“we’re on the same team!” minju cried.
“it was an accident!” jeemin tried to apologize, still giggling.
“i demand two points taken off my score,” minju grumbled as she lined up again—then undershot the easiest shot of the round.
“did you even hit your ball?” manon asked through laughter.
“i should’ve had that in way less,” minju muttered. “but nooo—jeemin had to go full contact.”
on the second to late hole, it was setup to be a simple one shot if not for the speed pads in the way.
“this one’s easy—you just jump it,” you said confidently.
“oh, that went so far,” manon said after launching across the map.
“fuck—i didn’t jump,” megan said..
“one job,” you said flatly.
“yeah, way too hard,” minju added.
“i’m gonna kill myself,” manon said dramatically as her ball got stuck bouncing between pads.
you waited, watching the mess unfold, before finally taking your shot.
“eughh. i’m good,” you said as you maneuvered over the pads, carefully jumping your way through.
“that’s crazy,” jeemin said from the other side of the hole. she had just rolled straight over it and landed right in front of you.
“after you,” you offered, not wanting to mess up your shot.
“jump it,” jeemin dared you.
and if there’s one thing you don’t do—it’s back down from a dare. you lined up, jumped and overshot it completely.
“y/n?” sophia asked, stunned.
you just laughed.
“you did that on purpose jeemin,” megan accused.
you worked your way back, nearly getting it in four, missed by inches, then sank it on five.
“i overcompensated for jeemin’s ball,” you said with a sigh.
on the final hole there was a speed pad that would safely carry your ball to a second building… but of course, the group was focused on skipping it.
“no—how did you make it over and i didn’t?!” sophia complained.
“i can jump! yes—logs, bring me to my friends!” minju shouted as rolling logs gently carried her across the map.
“this is doable. totally possible,” manon hyped herself up… then immediately slammed into a wall. “okay, i’m gonna fucking—"
“i got baited,” sophia moaned. “i saw megan do it, now i can’t.”
eventually, one by one, everyone made it in.
in the end, the final scores shook out like this:
megan took first with a clean 38, manon followed in second with 40, you landed third at 44, jeemin placed fourth with 46, minju came in fifth at 48, and sophia, well… she rounded it out in last with 67.
when the team totals were tallied: you and megan took first with a combined 82, jeemin and minju trailed behind in second at 94, and manon and sophia came in last with a whopping 107.
“sophia… what happened?” manon asked, eyebrows raised, genuinely confused.
“yeah, yeah—it just wasn’t my day,” sophia sighed, already leaning back in defeat.
“it never is with that aim,” megan added with a smirk.
“you’re lucky we weren’t playing for money,” sophia muttered.
“i could only carry us so far,” manon said with a dramatic shrug.
“we were actually so close though,” minju said, staring at the scores.
“i hate to say it… but me and megan do make a pretty good team,” you admitted.
“she admits she likes me,” megan said immediately, beaming.
“i ain’t say all that now,” you shot back.
“but there’s a chance i’m convincing you,” megan teased.
“i just said you’re not bad at games,” you said.
“i could show you how good i am if you played with me more,” megan said.
“she’s getting a little too cocky. i gotta go,” you said already ready to turn off your computer.
“we have to run that back,” jeemin cut in.
“as long as i’m on the same team as y/n, i’m down,” megan grinned.
“we can definitely make that happen,” manon said.
“why do you insist on torturing me?” you groaned.
“just giving the people what they want,” manon replied.
you weren’t really sure how it happened, but eventually everyone left the call—except you and megan. you probably should’ve left way earlier, but now that you thought about it, you didn’t actually have a real problem with her. in fact, the way you two talked was kind of… fun. maybe everyone was onto something. maybe you and megan would make great friends.
“the rest of my members are loud, but you only hate me?” megan asked.
“yes,” you answered without hesitation.
“sophia and dani are literally louder than me.”
“i never said i hated loud people. i just don’t like you,” you shrugged.
“maybe it should’ve been you and yoonchae instead.”
“i heard yoonchae doesn’t like you either, so you might be right.”
“okay, but now yoonchae loves me. that’ll be us soon.”
“god forbid,” you said like it was the worst-case scenario.
megan just laughed in response.
“wait, y/n—can we play this game that keeps popping up on my steam page?” she asked.
“what’s it called?”
“i’m about to send it to you.”
you clicked the link she sent and stared at the page.
“why are you trying to make me play a crypto mining game?”
“this game is definitely gonna be running mining software in the background,” you muttered.
“i thought it looked cute,” megan pouted.
“for the sake of both of our computers, we should probably play something else.”
“i’m fine with anything… as long as it’s with you,” megan said smoothly.
“don’t flirt with me,” you warned.
“i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone then,” sophia said. honestly, you’d kind of forgotten she was still in the call.
“wait… megan, can we play gta?” you asked, already opening the game.
“that’s your game of choice for tonight?” she laughed.
“yes. i haven’t played in forever and it just updated. i wanna see what’s new.”
“i mean, yeah man,” megan agreed. “let’s see if you’re actually good at it though.”
“please,” you scoffed. “i have so many hours on this game for a reason.”
once you loaded into gta online, it was pure, unfiltered chaos. explosions rang out in the distance, npcs screamed in panic, and you barely spawned before someone tried to run you over. some random guy in global chat was yelling at somebody and trying to kill them.
you and megan somehow landed in a street race.
“this is the time when you wanna put all your points on the line,” she told her stream, sounding like a dramatic sports commentator.
of course you won the race, causing everybody who actually voted for megan to lose their points.
“i’m so sorry to everyone who believed in me,” megan said flatly, groaning as the results popped up. “that was actually embarrassing.”
“skill issue, honestly.”
you kept teasing her even after you exited the race, so she walked up and shot you in the back of the head, so casually.
“oh, it’s like that?” you said, respawning.
“i didn’t know it would kill you!” she laughed.
“no, no—it’s personal now.”
that one bullet kicked off a full-on vendetta. the next hour turned into a mess of one-sided assassinations and high-speed chases between just the two of you. she blew up your car. you put a bounty on her head. neither of you could stop laughing.
“somebody just said, ‘y/n’s so hot,’” you read aloud from your stream chat, breathing hard from surviving a three-star police chase. “buddy, now is not the time.”
“i mean,” megan said, “i kind of agree.”
“don’t flirt with me right now. i’m trying to kill you.”
“sorry, sorry,” she said, chuckling. “but that just makes you hotter.”
at some point, the chaos around you got worse. some sniper kept picking you off as soon as you spawned. you and megan silently agreed on a truce just to hunt them down. it was weird how easily the teamwork clicked. you flanked while she drew fire. you covered while she reloaded. you didn’t even have to speak half the time.
then you bought a helicopter to finally get the upper hand on everyone.
“let me drive,” megan said.
“god help us.”
everything was fine for about two minutes—until she asked, “what does g do?”
before you could even respond, the helicopter jolted midair and nosedived into a mountain. it exploded on impact.
you stared at your screen, dead silent.
“…megan,” you said, monotone. “what the fuck did you do with my helicopter?”
“i was just pressing buttons! you didn’t say not to press g!”
“i didn’t think i had to!”
“i didn’t know it was the self-destruct!” she cackled.
“oh my god. we’re family friendly over here,” you muttered, jaw clenched. “but i’m about to break something.”
“it’s fine, you can just spawn another—”
“i can’t. it’s gone. i can’t even call it back.”
“okay okay, i’ll steal someone else’s.”
hours passed, but it didn’t feel like it. you robbed convenience stores, broke into military bases, ran from the cops on motorbikes. there were moments you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts from how hard you were both laughing.
“you’re actually cracked at these type of games,” megan admitted at one point.
“you’re just saying that because i carried.”
“and because you look hot when you’re focused,” she added.
“have you had my stream pulled up this whole time?” you asked.
“i just had to make sure you weren’t talking shit about me,” megan said.
“oh—you didn’t have to do that megan. i would’ve just told you,” you said.
“i also just like looking over at you now, i could get used to this,” megan said.
“you’re so unserious,” you muttered, trying not to smile.
but… you didn’t necessarily hate it anymore.
you didn’t realize how long you'd been playing until the city on your screen went quiet and megan yawned on the other end of the call.
“damn. what time is it?” she mumbled.
you glanced at your phone. “almost four.”
she went quiet. “we’ve really been on here that long?”
“guess so.”
“why was that actually fun?”
you didn’t answer right away. your character stood on top of some random apartment building, the pixelated city lights stretching behind.
“…i don’t know,” you said. “but we should do it again.”
“next time i won’t blow up your helicopter,” megan’s voice was soft through the mic.
“you’re not even touching my helicopter next time.”
“that’s what you think,” megan said.
“night, megan,” you said.
“goodnight, y/n.”
that one night had changed everything. you and megan started gaming together more—sometimes on stream, sometimes just the two of you. she kept up the teasing, still flirty as ever, but now you threw it right back. and every time she got flustered, you made sure to point it out.
your chat ate it up. they called it the ultimate enemies-to-lovers arc. said they’d been right about you two from the beginning. if you were being honest you also enjoyed how your dynamic was now.
like right now, you were telling a story about last night on stream.
“so i was just trying to sleep last night, right? and here comes megan knocking on my window because i wasn’t answering her texts about playing roblox.”
user1 ???
user2 MEGAN
“i swear to god, i ignored it at first because i thought it was like... some random ass person. or one of those freaky monsters from from.”
user3 KEKW
user4 AIN’T NO WAY
“then i check my phone and realize she’d been texting me nonstop—and this girl literally sent me a selfie from outside my window.”
you paused for dramatic effect. “so now i’m up to open my window and megan’s just standing there pouting because she was cold.”
“like, maybe don’t stand outside my house at 1am, bestie?” you rolled your eyes with a smile.
user5 nahh megan’s so cute for that
user6 y/n loves this
“anyway. i made her go home, and yes—i did end up playing roblox with her. because apparently, her losing in flee the facility is my problem now.”
user7 js date already
user8 do they know it's legal now?
apparently someone took that advice, because not even ten minutes after you ended stream, there was another knock at your window.
“you gotta stop doing this,” you groaned dramatically.
“i think it’s cute,” megan said with a smug grin. “if you think about it, you used to yell out this window at me to shut up.”
“you heard me?”
“sometimes,” she shrugged.
“and you didn’t be quiet?”
“i tried. it was just hard,” she said, dragging the last word like she wanted you to feel bad for her.
“you’re making me wanna close this window on you right now.”
“wait—” megan held up a hand, “i have something to ask you.”
“did you want to stand out here and ask? or…”
“if i could come in, that’d be nice,” she said sweetly.
“you can come in, megan—”
but before you could even finish the sentence, she was already climbing through the window.
“…the door was an option,” you said flatly, stepping back as she dropped into your room.
“that way was boring,” megan said, brushing off her hands.
“okay…” you gave her a look.
she hesitated for the briefest moment, then stood a little straighter, meeting your eyes.
“i know we kind of got off on a rough start,” she said. “but i’d really like to take you out. like—on an actual dinner date. you and me.”
you stared at her for a second, just long enough to watch the confidence waver behind her eyes.
“will there be dessert?”
“like… metaphorical or—”
“both,” you said.
“yeah,” megan said softly. “there’ll be dessert.”
“then i guess it’s a yes.”
“you guess?”
you rolled your eyes. “yes, megan.”
she lit up, absolutely beaming now, and you hated how much you liked it.
“you’re so annoying,” you muttered.
“i know,” she said, “but now i’m your problem.”
it was the day of your first date, and, you weren't proud of this, you were watching megan’s stream while getting ready. you liked hearing her voice in the background now, even when she was talking trash or yelling about ping.
but by the time you finished getting ready, you looked at the clock—and realized megan, your actual date, was still streaming valorant. you started at your screen in disbelief.
you didn’t even think. you just grabbed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and walked straight to her place.
when you knocked on the door, it was yoonchae who answered, eyes widening a little in surprise.
“hey y/n?”
“i’m here for megan,” you said, trying your best to stay calm.
“i mean… she’s streaming, but she probably won’t be mad i let you in,” yoonchae looked over her shoulder.
“thank you,” you said, stepping inside and following her down the hallway to megan’s room.
you walked in and immediately shut the door behind you with a very pointed click.
megan turned in her chair just slightly. “y/n? wait—oh fuck…”
“yeah,” you said, arms crossing. “for someone who said they wanted to make it up to me, this is a terrible start.”
“i know,” megan groaned. “but they keep making me queue because there’s no fill—”
“right,” you said, voice flat, walking toward her desk with slow, deliberate steps.
megan legit looked like she was running through all five stages of grief in real time. her eyes darted between you and her webcam like she was debating whether to pretend her stream crashed.
user1 megan blink if u need help
user2 y/n? hello
user3 the way i’ve never seen megan this quiet before is crazy
“are you muted?” you asked calmly and megan nodded so fast.
“unmute.” she obeyed instantly.
you leaned over her shoulder, noting the valorant lobby was still waiting. you moved her mouse, canceled the queue, and closed the game completely. megan still hadn’t said a word. she just watched you even as her friends started yelling at her through her headset.
you leaned closer into her mic. “megan has to go.”
“but we haven’t found a fill yet!” daniela said.
“i don’t really care about that,” you said with a sweet smile in your voice. “hi chat. hope y’all enjoyed today’s stream, but me and megan have plans—and we’re a little late. so she’ll be ending now.”
you turned to her. “end it, so we can go.”
“yes ma’am.”
user4 y/n got that locked down
user5 megan is exactly where she wants to be don’t let her fool u
user6 we were so right abt these two i’m crying
megan scrambled to hit “end stream,” and as soon as she did, she jumped up, hands in the air like she was about to plead her case.
“okay, okay, i’m sorry,” she rushed out. “it was supposed to be one game and then the queue hit and they begged and i—”
“you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“really lucky,” she nodded, walking over to you.
you stared her down for a beat, then reached for her hand. “let’s go, loser. you owe me dinner.”
megan grinned like she’d just won the lottery. “wherever you wanna go.”
“and you’re paying,” you added, pulling her toward the door.
“obviously,” she said, lacing her fingers with yours like she’d been waiting to do that all day.
The Soundwave Fansign is a chaotic blur of flashing cameras, chirpy idol greetings, and the constant hum of 'I Love You' from the crowd. You move through the line with a calm that separates you from the nervous fans around you. When you finally reach Jeemin, the light in her eyes shifts instantly.
For a split second, the polished, idol-perfect smile falters. She recognizes you. Her pupils dilate, and a faint flush creeps up her neck, clashing with the cool grey tweed of her jacket. But she’s a professional. She knows the other members are inches away, and the lens of a fansite master is likely zoomed in on her every blink.
"Hello! Thank you for coming today," Jeemin says, her voice sweet and high, the perfect idol tone.
You play along, offering a polite, distant smile. "I'm a big fan. Your debut has been incredible."
She giggles, her hand coming up to her cheek in that signature pose you know is for the cameras, not for you. She takes your album, her silver-tipped nails scratching lightly against the cover as she signs it with a flourish. But as she hands it back, her gaze lingers on yours for a fraction of a second too long—a silent, intense communication that would set the forums on fire if anyone caught it.
When you move to the next izna member, you peek at the signature. Underneath the stylized Jeemin, scribbled in tiny, frantic ink, are the words: During the break. Last stall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The restroom in the back of the venue is cold and silent, you were surprised that not many people came here during the break. You wait in the final stall, the door unlatched. A few minutes later, the main door creaks. Quick, light footsteps—the sound of someone in a hurry—approach.
The stall door swings open and Jeemin slips in, locking it behind her with a sharp click.
"You're insane," she whispers, her chest heaving against the grey tweed. She looks stunning, her makeup still perfect, but her eyes are wild with a mix of adrenaline and irritation. "What if I let my tongue slip and make everyone around suspicious?"
"You handled it well though." you chuckles, leaning back against the cold partition.
Jeemin lets out a sharp, frustrated breath, but the irritation is already melting into something else—the familiar, heavy tension that defines your 'friendship'. The risk of being caught seems to act like an intoxicant for her. She reaches down, unbuttoning your jeans with trembling but steady fingers.
As she pulls your underwear down, your cock springs free, already thick and throbbing from the anticipation. It’s a heavy weight, the head dark and swollen, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the slit. The veins are mapped clearly along the shaft, pulsing with every beat of your heart. Jeemin lets out a soft, shaky exhale as she stares at it, her fingers reaching out to ghost over the sensitive ridge.
"I haven't seen you in three weeks," she mutters, her gaze darted from your cock to your eyes. "And seeing you sit there, acting like just another fan... it made me lose my mind."
She drops to her knees on the tiled floor, her black pleated skirt flaring out around her. She looks up at you through her dark lashes, her eyes predatory and focused. She leans in slowly, her warm breath dancing over the sensitive skin of your tip, making you twitch.
First, she just uses her tongue. She licks the underside, moving from the base all the way to the crown, savoring the salty taste of you. She swirls her tongue around the head, teasing the opening, her eyes never leaving yours. She wants to see you break.
Then, she opens her mouth wide, tilting her head back to accommodate your length. She takes just the head at first, sucking on it with a rhythmic, wet pressure. The contrast is staggering—the cold, clinical air of the toilet against the scorching, velvet heat of her mouth.
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she begins to slide down. She takes you deeper, her throat opening up to accept the girth. Her silver earrings jingle softly as she moves, her hands reaching up to grip your thighs, her nails digging into the denim. She’s taking her time, moving with a agonizingly slow, deliberate friction. She swirls her tongue around the shaft as she descends, ensuring every nerve ending is screaming.
Every time she hears a distant door slam in the hallway, she freezes, her mouth tightening instinctively around you. It creates a suction so intense it nearly pulls the breath from your lungs. She lingers at the base, her nose pressed against your pubic hair, letting you feel the humid heat of her breathing before she starts the slow, wet climb back up.
"Jeemin," you groan, your head thudding back against the stall wall.
She looks up, a trail of saliva glistening on her chin, a triumphant, wicked smirk playing on her lips. She knows she has you.
Then the outer door swinging open, and it sound like a gunshot in the small space. High-pitched giggles and the frantic chatter of two teenage fans fill the room, their voices echoing off the tile. "Did you see how pretty Jeemin today?" one squeals. "She looked so ethereal!"
Inside the stall, the air is electric. You immediately reach down, your fingers tangling firmly into Jeemin's long, dark hair to keep her steady and silent. She doesn't flinch; instead, she leans into the gesture, her eyes locking onto yours with a defiant, thrill-seeking glint. She knows that just a few feet away, her most loyal fans are washing their hands, blissfully unaware that their idol is currently on her knees. Her mouth filled with a cock, a thing that will shatter their world if they knowing it.
The proximity of the fans acts as a catalyst. Instead of slowing down, Jeemin begins to work with a renewed, predatory focus. Her cheeks hollow out as she maintains a rhythmic, punishing intensity. The wet, squelching sound of her mouth moving against your length is dampened by the noise of flowing water from the faucet.
She takes you deep, her throat muscles pulsing against the head of your cock, massaging the most sensitive nerves. Her hands leave your thighs and move to your waist, her fingers hooking into your belt loops to pull you deeper into her mouth. She’s moving her head in a slow, circular motion, ensuring that every inch of your throbbing shaft is coated in her saliva.
You lean your head back against the partition, your teeth grit so hard your jaw aches. The sensation of her velvet tongue swirling around the ridge while she maintains that deep, vacuum-like suction is slowly pushing you toward the edge. You can feel more pre-cum is leaking out, a slick lubricant that only makes Jeemin's movements more fluid.
"I heard the break is almost over," one of the fans says, the sound of a paper towel dispenser rattling. "We have to get back before the second half starts!"
Jeemin hears them. She knows the time is ticking away. She releases a tiny, muffled whimper through her nose, a sound of pure, concentrated lust. She picks up the pace, her head bobbing with a frantic, desperate energy. She’s no longer teasing; she’s demanding your release. Her eyes wide and pleading, studying your face for the first sign of your climax. But you hold out.
The outer door finally creaks shut, and silence returns in the toilet save for the blowjob Jeemin's giving you. She finally pulls back just an inch, the wet, popping sound of the release echoing in the stall. A single thread of saliva connects her lip to the head of your cock as she looks up at you, her face flushed.
"They're gone," she whispers, her voice thick and raspy. "Did you hear them? They think I'm a goddess. They have no idea what their 'ethereal' idol is doing on this toilet stall."
You let out a low, rough breath, your fingers still tangled in her espresso-dark hair. "They’d lose their minds if they saw you right now, Jeemin. The center of the group they stanned is kneeling in a toilet stall like she belongs to me."
She doesn't look offended; if anything, the comment makes her pupils dilate further. "Maybe I do belong to you," she murmurs, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "But I have to be back out there in a few minutes. The staff is probably already gathering right now."
Jeemin pulls back, her knees creaking slightly as she rises from the cold tile. Standing at her full height, she looks every bit the high-fashion idol in her grey tweed jacket—except for the way her chest is heaving and her eyes are glazed with a raw, unscripted hunger.
"A few minutes," she repeats, her voice a breathless rasp. "We have to be quick."
She doesn't wait for your answer. Her hands moving inside her black pleated skirt, hitching it up to reach the thin lace of her panties. She hooks her thumbs into the fabric and slides them down through her long legs. "I don't want to just taste you," she whispers, stepping out of the lace. "I miss the feeling of your cock inside of me."
She turns around, pressing her palms against the cold metal of the stall door and arching her back. As she bends over, she reaches back with one hand to hike her skirt up over her waist, fully exposing herself to you.
Jeemin's pussy is a pristine, pale pink contrast against the dark fabric of her skirt. She is meticulously groomed, her skin smooth and soft, glowing under the harsh fluorescent light of the stall. Her outer lips are petite and neat, but they are already glistening, parted slightly to reveal the deeper, darker rose petals of her core. A thin trail of her own arousal is beginning to coat her inner thighs, making her look incredibly vulnerable yet demanding. The sight of her—the center of izna bending over for you in a dirty toilet—is enough to make your pulse hammer.
"Hurry," she breathes, looking back over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, a strand of dark hair caught in her lip tint. "The manager is going to start searching me in any second."
You step forward, your hands gripping her hips. "You’re a brat, Jeemin-ah," you mutter into her ear, feeling her shiver as your cock brushes against her wetness. "Risking everything for a few minutes just for a fuck in the toilet."
"It's only a risk if we get caught," she moans as she feel your cock began to push forward. "Now stop talking... and show me why I invited you back here."
You enter her with one smooth, deliberate thrust, buried to the hilt in one go. The transition from the cool air of the toilet to the scorching of her tight pussy is so intense that it makes your vision swim. Jeemin lets out a sharp, strangled cry, her back arching violently as she takes all of you.
"Oh god," she whimpers, her head snapback. "You're so... you're so deep. I can feel you hitting my womb."
"Shh," you command, your hands gripping her hips tightly, anchoring her. "We're in public, Jeemin. Do you want someone to hear how much you liked this?"
Jeemin shakes her head frantically, biting down on her lip until it's a bruised, dark red. You begin to move, your rhythm slow and heavy at first, each thrust bottoming out against her. The sound of her wetness—the rhythmic, squelching friction of your skin against hers—is the only thing audible in the stall besides her ragged breathing.
"Please," she begs, her voice a broken whisper. "Faster. I don't have time to be gentle. Break me before I have to go back. I want to feel sore when I’m sitting on that chair. I want every fan who looks at me to have no idea that I’m aching because of you."
You oblige, picking up the pace until the stall door is rattling on its hinges. She’s incredibly tight, her muscles clenching around you with every stroke, trying to pull more of you inside. Her pale skin is flushed a deep, feverish pink, and sweat is starting to bead on her forehead, threatening to ruin her makeup.
Suddenly, the heavy outer door of the restroom swings open.
"Jeemin-ah? Are you in here?" It’s her manager. The footsteps are brisk, heavy, and heading straight toward the stalls.
Jeemin freezes, her entire body locking up around you in a terrifyingly tight grip. Her eyes go wide as she stares at the reflection of the stall gap in the door.
You also freezes, your cock buried deep inside her, feeling every throb of her pulse against your shaft. Jeemin is rigid, her fingers is red as she digs the metal door with her silver nails, her head turned toward the gap in the stall. The manager’s footsteps stop right outside the stall door where you and Jeemin are inside.
"Jeemin, are you there? The fansign are gonna continue soon, you need to go back." the manager says, her voice echoing off the tile, just inches away.
Jeemin’s eyes are blown wide, shimmering with a mix of sheer terror and a perverse, heightened arousal. She looks back at you, her face a mask of desperation. You lean forward, your lips brushing against her ear, whispering just loud enough for her to hear.
"Answer her, Jeemin-ah. Tell her you’re coming."
Jeemin swallows hard, her throat working as she tries to find her voice. She closes her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning as you give her one tiny, excruciatingly slow twitch of your hips.
"I-I’m here," she finally chokes out. Her voice is higher than usual, a bit breathy, but she manages to steady it. "I’m sorry... my stomach is really acting up. I think the iced americano from earlier didn't sit well. I just need a moment."
"Your stomach?" the manager asks through the door, her tone shifting to concern. "Do you need some medicine? I can go grab the emergency kit from the van. We still have about 15 minutes before you're up."
"No!" Jeemin interrupts, her hand reaching back to blindly grab your thigh, squeezing hard as you intentionally grind your pelvis against her rear. "It's getting better now! I just need to sit still for a second. It's passing, I promise. Just... give me five minutes to compose myself. I'll be right out."
There’s a long, agonizing silence. You watch Jeemin’s reflection in the stall’s polished chrome; she looks like she’s about to shatter. Her idol facade is held together by a single thread as she feels you pulsing inside her.
"Five minutes, Jeemin. I'll wait right outside the main door for you," the manager huffs. The footsteps finally retreat, and the heavy outer door creaks shut with a definitive thud.
The moment the latch clicks, Jeemin collapses against the door, a loud, ragged sob-moan escaping her throat. She turns her head to look at you, her makeup slightly smudged from the heat, her eyes wild.
"You're a monster," she breaths, though she’s already shoving her hips back against you, demanding the friction she’s been holding up. "She was right there. She was right there and you didn't stop. You kept moving inside me while I was lying to her face."
"You loved the risk," you growl, finally letting go of the restraint and driving into her with a fast, heavy rhythm that makes the entire stall shake. "Now, you have four minutes left before you have to go back to being an idol. Make them count."
You reach around Jeemin slender waist, your hands sliding upward until they disappear under the heavy grey tweed jacket. You find the swell of her breasts, unsurprisingly firm and warm, and cup them tightly through the thin fabric of her top.
Jeemin lets out a broken, high-pitched gasp that she immediately stifles by burying her face into the crook of her arm against the stall door. "Ah... yes," she whimpers, her body jolting with every heavy thrust. Your palms knead her chest, your thumbs flicking over her nipples through the layers of clothing. The sensation of being claimed from behind while her manager stands just a few yards away is clearly sending her over the edge.
"You're shaking, Jeemin-ah," you growl, your grip tightening on her as you pick up the pace even more. "Is the center of izna really going to lose it in a public toilet?"
"Shut up... just... don't stop," she pleads, her voice cracking. She pushes her weight back against you, her heels digging into the tile as she tries to take every possible inch of you. The wet, rhythmic slapping of your bodies is the only sound in the stall, punctuating the muffled K-pop hits playing in the distance.
You can feel her internal muscles beginning to spasm, clamping down on your cock with a desperate, crushing force. She’s close—so close that her breathing has turned into a series of jagged, silent sobs. You lean forward, your chest pressing into the back of her jacket, your hands still possessively gripping her breasts as you drive her toward the finish.
"Look at me," you command, and she twists her neck back just enough for you to see her blown-out pupils and the sheer, raw longing on her face. "Tell me who you belong to before you go back out there."
"You," she exhales, the word catching in her throat as her climax finally begins to roll over her in waves. "I'm yours... hurry... please..."
You lean in to kiss her in a frantic, hungry kissing, tasting her pink lip tint. Jeemin moans into your mouth, a high, vibrating sound that she tries to swallow as she loses the battle for her composure. Beneath the cropped hem of her jacket, you can feel her back arching, her skin hot and damp against your palms.
Jeemin reaches her peak first. Her body goes completely rigid, her pussy clamping down on your cock in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. Her head thrashes against your shoulder, and she lets out a muffled, broken sob into the kiss, her eyes squeezed shut as she shatters. The sheer intensity of her release—the way she pulses around you while pinned against the stall door—is the final trigger you need.
"I'm right behind you, Jeemin-ah," you growl against her lips.
With three more heavy, bottoming-out thrusts, you reach your own limit. You groan, your voice a rough, guttural sound, and bury yourself deep inside her. You feel the scorching heat of your release filling her, a pulsing surge that makes Jeemin’s knees buckle. She whimpers, her body still trembling from her own climax as she takes everything you're giving her.
You stay there for a long moment, pinned together, until the urgency of the situation forces you to move. When you finally pull your cock out of her pussy with a wet, heavy sound, Jeemin lets out a sharp intake of air. Your sperm immediately begins to drip down her pale inner thighs, a stark, messy contrast to her polished idol image.
Jeemin doesn't even look down. Without bothering to wipe yourself off her or clean the evidence dripping from her core, she simply reaches for the floor. She grabs her lace panties and pulls them back up over her long legs, the fabric instantly soaking up the heat of your release. She hitches her black pleated skirt back into place, the thick fabric hiding the dampness beneath.
"I have to go," she whispers, her voice a wreck. She quickly dabs at her makeup, checking her reflection in the polished metal of the stall to ensure she still looks like an idol. She gives her grey jacket a sharp tug to straighten the shoulders and slips out of the stall, carrying the weight of you inside her as she runs back to the stage.
You remain in the stall for a few minutes, listening to the silence of the restroom, save for the hum of the ventilation. You take a moment to fix your own clothes, the lingering scent of Jeemin expensive perfume and the heat of the encounter still clinging to your skin. When you finally emerge and step back into the main hall, the transformation is jarring.
The bright, artificial lights of the venue hit you instantly. The atmosphere is filled with the sound of upbeat pop tracks and the synchronized chanting of fans. There she is, sitting centrally on the long table, the grey tweed jacket looking perfectly structured and professional once more. She’s currently leaning forward, listening intently to a fan, her eyes wide and sparkling with simulated wonder.
As you move through the crowd toward the exit, you position yourself near the front barrier. You wait for the moment her gaze wanders. It doesn't take long. As Jeemin finishes signing an album and reaches for a headband a fan gifted her, her eyes sweep the room and lock onto yours.
The change is almost imperceptible to anyone else, but you see it. Her pupils flare, and a subtle, dark heat flickers in her expression. Her hand, currently holding a plush toy, tightens just a fraction. She doesn't break character—she can't—but she offers a slow, lingering blink, a secret acknowledgement of the slick heat she’s currently hiding under her black pleated skirt. She knows that with every move she makes for the cameras, she can feel you.
You push the exit door open and step out from the venue, leaving the screams of fans and the thumping bass of the music behind you.
