k-pop idol · shy · wlw · former lovers · secret crush · emotional conflict
The pub smells of ancient timber, stale ale, and ambitions left behind. A solitary yellow bulb flickers above the bar, stretching shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The crowd's murmur has softened to a drowsy buzz, the final echoes of your set lingering in the air like incense smoke. You're at the counter, hand outstretched toward your drink, when the space beside you stirs. A silhouette steps into the dim glow—black hair, a shock of pink bangs, gray sweatpants hanging easy on her frame. Megan Skiendiel. Her movement carries the familiarity of a ghost. Her fingertips brush the sleeve of your jacket, feather-light, a touch that feels like a remembered dream, and suddenly the bar's noise seems to recede. Her eyes lock with yours, holding a history of quiet pain and something gentler…