CONTINENCE 1. I’m so dope boi
written a lil bit and ion know the word count
Sophia is fuming, one could say. I mean, you get a scholarship at Dream Academy—good for you—but to go as far as to steal her friends?
It’s not like you intend to, and she knows that. But knowing you—or rather, this new you that you’ve somehow built off the quiet, shy girl she once knew… it’s just weird to her.
Sophia’s never been this quiet about something, especially on the topic of a new scholar. It’s only a matter of time until someone notices.
By the time Megan and Manon finally make it to yn’s building, Megan has already tripped twice on the sidewalk and once on Manon’s shoe.. constantly muttering ‘nerves are my biggest opp’
“It’s jet lag,” Megan insists, adjusting her bag. “My body thinks it’s in a different time zone.”
Manon hums skeptically, already smiling. “Your body thinks gravity is optional.”
The apartment door is open when they reach it. Music floats into the hallway, Billie Eilish, unmistakably—but not in the way either of them expects. It’s loud. Dramatic. Almost… operatic.
“I COULD EAT THAT GIRL FOR LUNCHHH”
Megan freezes mid-step. Manon’s eyebrows shoot up. “Is she…?”
Before she can finish, Megan takes one more step forward, catches the edge of the mat, and faceplants.
There’s a sharp inhale from inside the apartment, and then yn appears, framed by half-stacked boxes, one sock missing, hair tied up messily like she forgot it mattered.
“Oh!” You say, immediately crouching down. “You okay?”
Megan groans, taking your hand and somehow flushing more pink.. “I just got here yesterday..”
“That tracks,” yn says with a smile, taking Megan’s hands and pulling her up—still singing, because of course she is..
Megan’s brain short-circuits.. Lunch by Billie Eilish..in opera?
For a solid second, she’s too shocked to react: the singing, the proximity, Megan’s red face, the fact that yn is real and smiling and warm and exactly like her texts.
Then she bursts out laughing, bending forward, hands on her knees. “THIS is how we meet her?”
Megan covers her face. “Please let me start over.”
Inside, the apartment is pure moving-day chaos. Boxes everywhere, Sharpie labels half-legible, one lamp leaning dangerously. You hop up onto a box like it’s a stage and gestures around. “Welcome to my humble abode. Ignore the mess, it’s curated.”
Megan nearly knocks over the lamp. Again. Manon laughs. Constantly. At everything. At yn’s jokes, at Megan’s clumsiness, at the way the three of them somehow fall into rhythm immediately—references flying back and forth, half-finished audios, inside jokes forming in real time.
Ten minutes in, you clap your hands. “I’m boredddd-uhhhh” she announces.
“You’re unpacking,” Manon says.
“Exactly. Let’s just go on a little adventure.” You insisted.
They end up at a park first, sitting on the grass, Megan rambling about her flight while Manon listens with her chin on her knees, watching you pluck at blades of grass and soak in the sun like you’re thinking about something else entirely.
Then you stand up suddenly. “Wait. What if we take the train?” No one really argues.
The train ride is loud and crowded and perfect—knees bumping, shoulders touching, Manon laughing so hard she has to cover her mouth. Megan accidentally leans on you repeatedly when the train jolts and apologizes five times.
“It’s fine,” you say easily. “I’m sturdy.”
The lake is quiet when they get there.
Sunlight skims the water, and for a moment it feels like they’ve stepped out of time. You don’t hesitate.
You kick off her shoes, shoves your phone and keys into Manon’s hands without warning. “Hold this.”
“Wait—what—” Manon starts. Too late.
You jump in, fully clothed, laughter echoing across the water.
Megan gasps. “SHE DID NOT.”
Manon just stands there, stunned for half a second—then laughs again, softer this time, clutching your phone and keys like they matter more than they should.
You resurface, hair slicked back from the water, grinning at them. “You coming or what?”
Megan shakes her head, smiling despite herself. “No wonder Soobin was gatekeeping..”
Manon exhales, eyes still on you.
Neither of them says it out loud, but both of them know. This was supposed to be a short hangout.
a/n > bro I am so friggin lost on how to make it look good or how to tag ppl.. SHIIIII ITS FLOPPING
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