Oh, how you were the luckiest girl on Earth to have Manon Bannerman as your girlfriend.

Everyone else knew it too, of course. The fans said you couldn’t handle all of that. That Manon would be better off alone. That she didn’t really love you. That your relationship is just a pr stunt. But god, how they were so very wrong.

Manon has always been territorial over you since you started dating nearly a year and a half ago. She’s covered your skin in hickeys too many times to count now. The pictures in her hidden folder on her phone are so scandalous that she’d 1000% get kicked out of KATSEYE if such content was leaked. But her adoration for you goes far beyond just lust. She sends you gifts and doordash when she’s away, makes sure she always has one of your hoodies no matter what country she travels to, and holds your hand no matter what wherever you’re in public.

That possession isn’t one-sided in the slightest. You’re nearly the first comment on every instagram post of hers when she’s away, calling her whenever you can, texting her little updates and encouraging messages, and sending little gifts her way whenever you can and just because. And when she’s home? You make sure your entire home smells like her by the time she leaves. You two even own each others’ perfumes so you can spray it whenever you want on bed sheets and borrowed clothes. You make sure she never lifts a finger (though she usually ends up on top) and that she is treated like an absolute princess whenever you’re around.

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Finally, Manon is back from tour. You two are on a solo trip in Cabo for three weeks, tanned and living off fruit and street food, sand everywhere in your Airbnb at this point even though it’s only been 5 days. You wake up naked and next to each other, the birds singing outside in the tropical air. Its far too hot for clothes. Manon kisses you, smiling easily with those pretty lips softened by sleep and that lip mask you two swear by.

“Morning, love.”