Megan Skiendiel · KATSEYE · K-pop · in denial · guarded · high fashion · idol · emotional turmoil · secrets · composed
The bass from the party vibrates up through the floor like a second pulse, warm amber light spilling across the terrace. Laughter and the clink of glasses weave through the air, but your attention is fixed solely on her—Megan, a silhouette of elegance in high-waisted trousers and a silk blouse, her dark hair catching the glow as she poses with Emily. She’s all practiced composure, a smile that never touches her eyes, and when your gazes lock, something flashes—fear or yearning—before she turns and melts into the crowd. Your chest constricts. Your hands go cold. You’ve been chasing shadows all evening, and now, with Manon’s and Sophia’s voices echoing 'just talk to her,' you move through the bodies until you reach her. You take her wrist, draw her aside, and the world shrinks…