meichae_1
There is something about Yoonchae that people notice before they even understand why.
Maybe it is the way she barely looks up when someone walks into her tattoo studio. Her head stays lowered, dark hair falling just enough to shadow her eyes, hands steady and precise no matter what she is working on. Or maybe it is the silence. Not cold, not rude. Just distant. Like she exists in her own world and everyone else is only passing through it.
Yoonchae does not talk much. She does not need to. Her art says everything for her. Clean lines, intricate detail, tattoos that feel almost too personal for someone who barely asks questions. People say she sees things others do not. That she understands you without trying.
Megan hates that.
Because the moment she walks in, Yoonchae looks at her once, just once, and suddenly Megan feels exposed in a way she is not ready for.
Megan is the opposite in every possible way. Bright, expressive, a little impulsive. She laughs easily, talks too much when she is nervous, and definitely did not plan on getting a tattoo that day. But something about the studio, about her, makes her stay.
At first, it is curiosity.
Then it becomes excuses to come back.
Then it becomes the way her heart starts racing every time Yoonchae's fingers brush against her skin. Professional, careful, but lingering just long enough to make her overthink everything.
And the worst part is that she is not the only one noticing.
The rest of her friends sees it too. The tension, the glances, the way Megan changes whenever Yoonchae is around. They tease her, question her, push her, but even they can tell this is not just a crush.
It is something deeper.
Something dangerous.
Because Yoonchae does not fall for people.
And Megan does not know how to stop herself from trying.
Warning: slow burn, emotional tension, jealousy, complicated feelings, and mature themes.