SHIP — Megan x Manon.

Written by — Fufu830

Megan and Manon were lounging comfortably on the couch, the soft glow of the TV screen flickering in front of them. The Korean drama they were watching was filled with tension, romance, and stunning visuals, but Megan found herself struggling with the subtitles.

"Hey, can you read that part for me again?" Megan asked, her voice soft but a little frustrated. "I can't quite make it out."

Manon glanced over, smiling reassuringly. "Of course, babe. No problem," she said as she leaned closer to Megan, her fingers brushing against her arm as she pointed to the subtitles. "It says, 'I can't live without you.'"

Megan nodded, leaning into Manon's warmth. She always appreciated how patient Manon was with her, how she never made her feel embarrassed about needing help. The two had been watching shows like this together for a while, and each time, it felt a little more natural, a little more intimate.

As the episode continued, they found themselves inching closer. The space between them vanished as Megan settled her head on Manon's shoulder, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath.

"I love how you help me," Megan murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon smiled softly, her hand brushing Megan's hair out of her face. "It's my pleasure," she replied, her voice warm with affection.

The moment was peaceful, easy, and as the characters on screen shared a tender kiss, Megan and Manon shared one of their own, slow and gentle, a soft exchange that held all the meaning they needed.

Wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, they cuddled closer, the show forgotten for a while as they lost themselves in the quiet simplicity of being together.