Chapter 11 – I’m Here

Megan often talked in her sleep, though she did not like to admit it. And normally it wouldn’t matter, because by the time she fell asleep, the significant other in the bed would’ve fallen asleep long before her, and she always managed to wake up earlier than the other, giving her ample time to get out while she could.

With Jiyong, however, it was a different story. After he woke up, only to find her on his shoulder, he did not continue sleeping. He just sat there, watching her sleep the entire time. It may sound a tad bit stalker-ish but, I assure you, he was only amazed at how angelic she looked when she slept.

“Wait…don’t,” Megan mumbled in her sleep.

Jiyong, obviously startled, glanced a look at Megan, only to find her still fast asleep.

“Jungmin….let me go,” Megan mumbled again, her voice now clearer, harsher.

Jiyong just sat there, unsure of what to do in a situation like this.

“GO AWAY!!!” Megan practically screamed. She started moving her arms rapidly, as if to push someone away.

A very confused Jiyong now took hold of both her wrists, holding them in place as Megan struggled to free his grip.

“LET GO OF ME!!!” she continued to scream.

“Megan!!” Jiyong shouted, desperate to awaken Megan from her nightmare, “It’s me!!”

But Megan continued on. She struggled to release Jiyong’s grip on her, and her cries just got louder and louder.

“MEGAN!!” Jiyong tried again, and it worked.

Megan’s eyelids popped open, suddenly aware of the situation. She could see Jiyong’s face right in front of her, his anxious face, but most of all, those worried eyes.

“Jiyong…..” she whispered, clearly unaware of what had just taken place.

“It’s okay….” Jiyong said as he loosened his grip on her wrists, “I’m here.”

Megan just blinked at him, trying to register those words.

“I’m here,” Jiyong repeated.

All of a sudden, Megan’s eyes swelled up, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Jiyong wrapped his arms around her, and Megan rested her head against his shoulder, allowing herself to cry her eyes out.

“I’m here,” Jiyong repeated over and over again.

Because that was all Megan needed to hear.
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“I’m so sorry about last night,” Megan said as she handed a cup of coffee to Jiyong.

“It’s okay,” Jiyong said, slowly sipping the coffee. He felt colder than usual, mainly because his right sleeve was drenched with Megan’s tears and he had to take it out to dry and he was only wearing his undershirt.

Jiyong did not say a word about what Megan had mentioned whilst she was sleep talking. He figured it would be the last thing she would want to think about right now after last night.

“We should probably make a move,” said Jiyong, “Before YG totally kills us for being late.”

“Yeah….” Megan said, whilst nodding, now leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Something wrong?” asked Jiyong as he sensed the lack of spark in her tone. He then walked towards her, his arms now outstretched towards the counter at both her sides, almost trapping her. He bent forward, his face within centimeters of hers.

Megan’s guilty eyes looked up towards him. “It’s just….” she hesitated for awhile, “I sort of lied to you yesterday.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured, with all the stuff at your doorstep,” he looked down at her.

“I just, wasn’t exactly in the best condition, so I figured I’d shop it off,” Megan shrugged.

“Look,” he answered, almost worriedly, “I don’t care if you’re addicted to shopping or whatever, I just…” he took a moment to find his words, “Don’t like people lying to me, you know?”

Megan nodded, and bent her head downwards to stare at her feet.

“Hey….” Jiyong said in a comforting tone, as he lifted her chin upwards, “Don’t be like that.”

They stared at each other for a long while, losing themselves in each other’s gaze. They unconsciously moved their heads towards each other…closer and closer by the second.

At that very moment, both cell phones rang, and the ‘moment’, if that’s what you would call it, was ruined. They tore away from each others gaze, and answered their respective phones.

“Yeah….” Jiyong said over the phone, “I’ll be there in a moment.”

This was followed by a similar ‘I’ll be there in a moment’ by Megan.

The both of them earned glares from the other four (plus YG) as they entered the studio. It wasn’t THAT bad, Megan thought to herself, they were only half an hour late.

“Ms Clark,” said YG, “I am not paying you to be late. I expect you to show up on time for practice,” at this moment, he moved his gaze towards Jiyong, “BOTH of you. Yes?”

Megan and Jiyong nodded.
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“Can I ask you something?” said Megan as she flitted her way to Yongbae. As far as they were both concerned, everything that happened in the past few days was forgotten, because that was just how their friendship worked.

“Erm, okay…”

“Am I a good kisser?” she asked.

“Erm…” Yongbae answered, clearly confused, “I don’t really think I’m in the position to answer that question. As you recall, the last time I kissed you I was drunk.”

“Fine,” she answered back, “Is Jiyong a good kisser?”

“Again…” Yongbae answered, now scratching his head, “I really don’t think you should be asking me. Besides, how would I know?”

“You’re right….” she said, and to Yongbae, that almost sounded like surrender. Megan NEVER surrendered that easily.

“Something happen between you two?” Yongbae asked questionably.

“We….” Megan paused, almost as if she was finding the right words to say it, “almost kissed…this morning.”

”What is this, elementary school?”

“But..it felt weird, you know,” she said hesitantly, “Like usually, I would just go for it, but this time it just felt……”

”Cheesy? Aloof?” he tried helping.

“Real…..”

Clearly startled by the answer, Yongbae took awhile before answering.

“Well….” Seunghyun answered, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation, “That’s love for you.”

“Love?” both Megan and Yongbae asked, clearly dumbfounded.