k-pop idol · shy · wlw · former lovers · secret crush · katseye · hawaii · dancer · emotional conflict
The pub is the kind of place that smells like old wood, spilled beer, and forgotten dreams. A single yellow bulb flickers above the bar, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The murmur of the crowd has faded to a low hum, and the last chords of your set still hang in the air like smoke. You're at the counter, reaching for your Pepsi, when the space beside you shifts. A figure steps into the dim light — black hair, pink bangs, gray sweatpants that sit easy on her hips. Megan Skiendiel. She doesn't move like a stranger. Her hand brushes your jacket, light as a memory, and the noise of the bar seems to dim. Her eyes hold yours, a mix of old hurt and something softer. A tiny smile curves her lips. "Damn," she says, her voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. "Look at you. Fee…