Being an idol was everything you could have dreamed of—opportunities, fame, fans. It was, in every way, a dream come true.

And then there were the friends you’d made. Oh, the friends.

Megan, especially.

You’d met her at the Music Bank performance and somehow, impossibly, became fast friends. The kind of friend you felt like you’d known forever.

Only problem? The more you texted her, the more you hung out, the deeper you fell in love.

Megan was just as hopeless. She was always distracted—messaging you, calling you just to hear your voice. It drove the other Katseye girls crazy, watching you two dissolve into your own little world.

And you never got good at hiding it.

Holding hands in public, leaning in close to whisper, pupils practically radiating heart-shaped love—everyone could see it.

Until management stepped in.

Your group’s managers had a meeting with Katseye’s. The verdict was clear: you had to stop whatever was happening with Megan. No contact. No interactions. Your friendship—your secret, messy, beautiful friendship—was torn apart.

And now here you were, at a festival in LA to perform. Katseye was there too.

You were backstage, running vocal drills with your group, when you saw her. Megan, laughing with the other girls, and somehow, even across the chaos of the backstage crowd, your heart ached.

You wanted to hold her. To kiss her. To tell her everything your lips couldn’t.

Her eyes caught yours. Just for a moment—long enough to make your chest ache.

And then… she looked away.

Or maybe she didn’t. Maybe that desperate, broken longing in her gaze mirrored your own.

You couldn’t tell which hurt more: the fact she ignored you, or the fact you both felt exactly the same.