summary .ᐟ yn was with megan for everything before dream academy. then one day, she left without a trace, leaving him alone. she became a ghost. he was blocked on all social media, he didn't see anything of her or where she went, and there was no trace of her anywhere. until the show premiered. unknown to megan, the boy became a underground r&b singer under his own label. when one of his songs goes viral for the lyrics and his voice, megan realizes it's him. but will he forgive her for up and abandoning him with no explanation?
warnings/tags .ᐟ smau & written, fluff, some angst, exes to lovers, musician!reader, suggestive jokes, suggestive & nsfw content, pr relationships, kys/kms jokes, more in each chapter
featuring .ᐟ jordan gonzalez as yn ln, katseye, cailee spaeny as nat armstrong, madison beer, joseph zada, olivia rodrigo, and others
cast .ᐟ wannabe rockstars | grindr's best girl group
chapter index .ᐟ
1 - a storm is coming!
2 - megan fox?
3 - wtf is going on
4 - the article
5 - damage control
6 - a sign?
7 - fuck my life
8 - stop perceiving him
9 - no contact (written)
10 - crash out
11 - jingle ball 2024 (written)
12 - we are so back
13 - be positive
14 - vertigo tracklist
15 - gain a following
16 - cafe date (written)
17 - where is megan?
more tba!
author's note .ᐟ hi everyone welcome to my first actual smau series that i am trying to do! this is really nerve wracking and scary tbh but i have a lot of hopes in this one for me! i had this idea for a while now, and decided to finally put some work into it and make it into something! please bare with me as i have not really done an smau like...ever before lol so!!! i hope you all enjoy!
can I have some Megan x tmasc reader smut where the reader is also a musician and they become friends and then hook up or something U DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS PLS AND THANK U
of course 😻
— UNDERGROUND LOVE
warnings/tags: nsfw content, transmasc!reader, friends with feelings, studio sex, fingering (m receiving), praise, not proofread
minors dni
you'd recently become friends with megan. meeting at an la party, you two instantly clicked after the first meeting. you two started hanging out whenever you could. it was a little difficult with the mixed schedules, but you guys made it work. most of the time, it was studio sessions. an excuse for both of you to practice vocals and producing for the other.
like now. it was almost midnight and you two were in the recording studio talking. well, it was mainly megan talking while you were working on some lyrics.
you hear megan stop talking at some point and look up from your notebook. she's staring at you with an unreadable expression, worrying you.
"is everything okay?" you ask.
"huh?" megan looks shaken out of her thoughts when she hears your voice. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."
you eye her for a moment, seeing her fiddling with her fingers, but you don't pry on it. "okay..."
just as you go to look down at your notebook again, megan speaks.
"what is it like?"
you glance up, raising an eyebrow at her. "what is what like?"
"being with...someone like you."
you set your notebook down on the table, and look at the girl sitting on the couch. "what do you mean?"
"you know...a trans guy," she answers, her eyes not meeting yours.
you blink, not knowing what to respond with. "and what do you mean, what is it like being with someone like me?" you question, still confused.
"well..." megan's voice trails. "i mean like generally...and sexually."
now you really don't know what to say. you take a second to think about it, and you know she means no harm in what she's saying. she's just geniuenly asking. why? you don't know.
"uh, the same, i guess?" you asnwer, slightly unsure. "it's not a big difference. i just don't have the parts," you mumble the last part.
megan can instantly sense your mood shift, even more when she hears what you mumble. "i-i shouldn't have asked, i'm sorry! that was really stupid on my part i'm really sorry, forget i said anything!" she says quickly, trying to fix what she thought was a problem.
"it's fine." you shake your head. "i'm not offended or anything." you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling. "most girls get turned off when i say it, so i'm used to it."
megan's face drops at your words. you're thinking the opposite of what she's meaning right now. and she doesn't know what to do to fix that. she remembers the advice daniela gave her, but wouln't that be pushing the 'friends' boundary you two had?
megan slowly stands and walks over to your chair. you don't realize until her hand lands on your shoulder, and you look away from the ceiling to see her looking down at you. you open your mouth, about to question what's up, when she swings her leg over yours, straddling you on the chair. your eyes go wide, and you can't even think of what to say before she speaks first.
"that's not what i meant," she says quietly. "i'm not turned off by it. i didn't mean it that way." she brushes some of your hair out of your face. "you'd probably be better than any of the other guys i've been with."
she leans closer to you, her lips mere inches away from touching yours. "do you wanna find out?"
"yes," you breathe out.
megan smiles, and she closes the gap between you two, kissing you deeply. you moan into the kiss, your hands finding her waist and resting there while hers remain on your shoulders. when she pulls away, you move to grab her thighs and stand, carrying her with you to the couch. you lay her down on it, and she smiles at you.
"wow, stronger than i thought," she teases.
"i work out," you reply nonchalantly.
you climb on the couch on top of her, one of your arms supporting yourself as you look down at her. she looks up at you with that same unreadable expression, and you almost get scared. "are you sure you want this?" you ask quietly.
megan nods and answers with no hesitation. "yes." she pauses for a minute. "do you?"
"yes," you respond.
megan grabs the nape of your neck and pulls you down close to her so she can whisper in your ear. "then show me what you can do better than the other guys."
you suck in a breath, and she giggles under you, kissing your cheek. you lean down and capture her lips in another messy kiss, teeth clashing with each other. your free hand drags down between your bodies, slipping under the waistband of her shorts.
your fingers meet her clothed center, and you can feel her wetness past her panties. she gasps into your mouth when you push her panties aside and drag your fingers up her dripping slit.
"you this wet for me?" you mumble against her lips.
"mhm," megan hums, her hips lifting trying to reach your hand.
you pull away from the kiss and rest back on your knees, hand pulling out of her shorts making her whine. your hands grab her shorts, and you peer down at her.
"can i take these off?"
megan immediately nods, raising her hips so you can pull them down along with her panties. you drop them on the ground next to the couch and look down at her. megan's cheeks turn pink, and she closes her legs together, suddenly feeling nervous under your gaze.
"hey," you say softly, making her look up at you. "it's just me."
that's exactly the problem, megan thinks. it's just you. the friend she's had a crush on for months now. the friend that probably will do this once and then say it never happened. this isn't how things usually went for her. never would she think she would be in this position with one of her friends, let alone you. now that she was actually in the position, she didn't know what to do.
"yn," she says quietly. you nod, and she hesitates before continuing. "i like you."
your eyes widen slightly, and you can tell she's serious. your breath catches in your throat, and you almost panic. but you don't. after a moment, you lean back over her, one arm supporting yourself while looking down at her. she isn't looking at you anymore, her eyes focused on something else in the room like it will swallow her whole.
"megan, i like you too," you reply.
megan's eyes flicker up to yours at your words, and she knows you're telling the truth.
"can this...not be a one time thing?" she asks next, her voice barely above a whisper.
you instantly respond. "it won't be."
"okay," she whispers.
"let me take care of you, yeah?" you press a soft kiss on her lips and she practically melts into it.
your hand trails down between her legs again, and you reach her dripping entrance. you slide your fingers through her slick and her legs twitch, spreading wider for you subconsciously. you part from the kiss and rest your forehead on hers. you slowly slip a finger inside her, and she lets out a little moan, her eyes fluttering trying to stay open.
"fuck," she breathes out. her hands grab at your shoulder and your nape, nails digging into your skin slightly, but you don't mind the subtle sting.
you slide another finger in, and she tenses up in your arms.
"you're doing so good, baby," you murmur, the petname falling from your lips accidentally.
megan mewls quietly, her walls clamping around your fingers. you start moving your fingers, starting a slow pace and feeling how her walls contract around your fingers like she was pulling them in deeper.
"you're gripping me so tight, megs," you say. "you like this?"
"mhm." she nods quickly. "yes–fuck–yes."
her eyes open fully, looking up at you with glossy tears full in them. her nails dig into your nape, moving up a little to grab a handful of your hair and tug on it, making you let out a quiet groan.
"m-more...please," megan whimpers. "please, yn."
you don't reply with words. your fingers speed up and curl when you reach deeper, hitting a certain spot that makes her cry out as her walls clamp around you and pull you in deeper. you repeatedly try to hit that same spot, her moans and whines getting louder, and neither of you cares enough to stop it.
megan’s eyes squeeze shut, moans freely falling from her lips as her hips rock against your hand, desperate for more. she can feel her climax building quicker than ever before, her walls fluttering around your fingers while she keeps repeating your name like a prayer. it’s almost embarrassing, she thinks for a split second before you hit that same spot again, and she moans.
“y-yn–shit–i’m g-gonna cum!” megan whines, a tear trickling down from her eye.
you press a kiss on her cheek where the tear stops, then on her forehead, your eyes peering down at her.
“i got you,” you whisper. “let go for me, baby. i got you.”
megan pulls you down closer to her, kissing you deeply. she moans against your lips, clamping around you, and cumming on your fingers. you swallow her noises, feeling her juices drip down your wrist. you slow to a stop, and carefully pull your fingers out of her. she pulls away from the kiss and leans her head against the cushion, breathing heavily.
“you okay?” you ask softly.
when megan opens her eyes and looks at you, she has a small smile on her face, her eyes sparkling up at you.
“yeah.”
her arms wrap around you, and she pulls you down to be completely laid on top of her, making you let out a huff in surprise.
“that was definitely the fastest i’ve came before,” she says out of nowhere.
“oh, really?” you say, smiling.
“yeah,” she breathes out.
a moment of silence passes between you two. then you speak up again.
“do you wanna go on a date this weekend?”
megan looks down at you and her face lights up.
“i would really like that,” she answers.
“great.” you press a kiss on her neck. “you’re amazing, mei.”
summary .ᐟ : yn was with megan for everything before dream academy. then one day, she left without a trace, leaving him alone. she became a ghost. he was blocked on all social media, he didn't see anything of her or where she went, and there was no trace of her anywhere. until the show premiered. unknown to megan, the boy became a underground r&b singer under his own label. when one of his songs goes viral for the lyrics and his voice, megan realizes it's him. but will he forgive her for up and abandoning him with no explanation?
summary જ⁀➴ sophia can always tell when you're having an off day, and she's always there to help you with it
warnings/tags જ⁀➴ hurt/comfort, established relationship, transmasc!reader, mild language, mentions of dysphoria, idol!sophia x non idol!reader, not proofread
again,() transphobia is not welcomed on this blog and you will be blocked immediately. i wont bother responding so stop please
you're laying in your bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, oversized hoodie on with the hood over your head, and the only sound being your thoughts running through your head. you called out of work for the day, and you hadn't moved from your position since the morning. you weren't sure what time it was by now, the curtains shut to keep out the sunny day it was outside.
your phone went off a few times, and you barely had the energy to flip it over and see the messages. they were all from your girlfriend, sophia – the first one saying good morning and asking if you wanted to do anything today, then a few more throughout the morning, and then the final one reading "i'm on my way." that's it.
you sigh, setting down the phone. she knew you too well by now. all it took was you not responding for her to know something was wrong with you. it wasn't hard to figure out, though. you two always responded to each other even if it was an hour or a few later. but for multiple texts to be sent over the morning into the afternoon, she knew.
within half an hour, you heard the front door click, and then creak open. shuffling feet against the wood floor, and then you heard her voice.
"yn?"
it was soft, hesitant when she said it. like speaking too loud would startle you. you look over at her, seeing her standing in the doorway with a concerned expression etched on her face. her worry only grows bigger when you don't even have the energy to force a smile on your face, instead just staring back at her with tired eyes and a blank expression. she walks to the other side of the bed and slides in while still sitting up, carefully grabbing your hand.
"what's wrong, mahal?" she asks quietly.
you shake your head, mumbling. "nothing."
she gives you a pointed look, the concern still on her face. "you can tell me, y'know. that's what i'm here for." she says softly.
you give a curt nod, eyes avoiding hers. "just feel like shit."
"are you sick?" sophia moves her hand to your forehead to feel if you were cold.
"no." you shake your head. "i don't know. i just don't want to do anything."
sophia nods in understanding. "do you want me to make you something to eat?" she asks. "i can make your favorite." her thumb draws little circles on your cheek.
your eyes finally meet hers, and she can see the emptiness in them, and it makes her heart ache. she knows you have days like this, and she is far from one to get upset or irritated by it. she understood enough of the situation to not get irritated when you couldn't even get out of bed for work.
"please?" you say quietly.
"of course, malko." she presses a quick kiss on your head. "you stay here, 'kay? call for me if you need anything."
"okay." you nod.
"i love you," she whispers.
"i love you too," you reply, a warm feeling radiating through your chest. the first thing you've felt all day so far.
sophia gets out of the bed and heads into the kitchen. soon enough, you could hear the clattering of pots and pans as she started to make your favorite meal. you remained on the bed for a few minutes before you found yourself slowly climbing up and out of it.
your hoodie was two sizes bigger than you wore, and it reached the middle of your thighs and covered your hands almost entirely. you slowly walk over to the kitchen, standing in the doorway watching sophia move around your kitchen like it was second nature. you loved watching her cook, it was something you both enjoyed. while you still cooked every now and then, she was the one to do it most of the time. you liked watching her cook, and she liked having your presence around when she did cook, especially for you.
you take a few hesitant steps towards sophia who's standing at the stove, and slowly wrap your arms around her from behind. she jumps slightly, clearly surprised, but instantly melts into your arms.
"i thought i'd have to drag you out of that bed," she says.
"me too," you mumble with a nod, pressing your face in the crook of her neck. "'m sorry."
"uh-uh." sophia shakes her head. "don't do that."
your arms tighten around her, and she can feel your breathing get shaky along with your whole body. she can tell those things by now, knowing you're about to lose it. she turns the heat low on the stove and turns – your arms still secure around her as hers hook around your neck.
"i-i'm sorry i just–" you swallow, taking a shaky breath. "i hate myself some days, and i feel great other days. i don't want to bother you."
"you're not bothering me, yn." sophia tells you gently. "you could never bother me. i know you have these days sometimes, and i will always be here to help you through them. always. no matter what."
"i'm scared." you whisper suddenly.
"of what?" she replies in the same voice.
"you leaving," you answer truthfully. "finding someone better. a real man like they say."
sophia's eyes soften. of course you would read the comments under her posts with you. ever since she was given the okay to go public with you, she immediately made a instagram post with a picture of you two, not noticing your surgery scars were showing. the comments and talk of it flooded like a tsunami on all social media, mixed with good and bad ones. while majority of eyekons were happy for her and didn't honestly care who she was with as long as they treated her with respect and love, the general public was far different. the scars being noticeable made conversation all over twitter about you. you expected it a little bit, but not to the extreme it became. you saw slurs towards you daily whenever you opened twitter, and even if it wasn't a slur it was still obviously not good words to you or about you. you could deal with the normal people on the street giving you looks or maybe saying something. but you couldn't deal with seeing words about you being thrown every time you went on social media. you even had to make all of your socials private because people were coming to your accounts to send you dms or comments under your posts.
and sophia wasn't stupid. she knew you well enough to know that you would look at the posts and comments and focus on the negative ones. she understood it. you were different. and some people didn't like different. and they are very loud about it. so loud that sometimes you can't hear anything else.
"you don't have to worry about that," sophia starts, speaking slowly. "because i can promise you that you are the only one that i will love like this. i promise that there won't be anyone else. i promise that my heart belongs to you, and just you. you are the love of my life, yn. nothing will ever change that." her hands move to cup your face. "you are more of a man than anyone else, even if you don't think so. i love you, malko. no one else."
tears begin forming in your eyes before you can even realize, your bottom lip trembling as you try to keep yourself from falling apart. but the second you feel her thumb wipe away one of the stray tears, you're breaking down.
sophia instantly pulls you into her arms the moment she hears your breath hitch and the tears start flowing, holding you close to her as you sob into her shoulder. she can't lie, she still hasn't completely gotten used to the spontaneous breakdowns from you. but she still understood.
you held a lot of your emotions inside. you didn't cry or break down like this often unless you were boiling over and about to spill. you didn't have days like this a lot, but they still happened occasionally every now and then. but she wasn't worried. you knew who you were, and that wasn't going to change. that was one thing you always said at the end of the day. you were you. and to both of you, that was enough.
"i love you." she murmurs softly. "i love you so much." she presses a soft kiss on your temple. "i'm never going to leave, i promise."
you slowly calm down in sophia's arms, her soothing words in your ear helping, along with her hands rubbing your back reassuringly. your tears eventually stop, and a few small sniffles come from you. you pull your face from her neck, and she looks up at you with her soft brown eyes.
"are you okay?" she asks in a soft voice.
"yeah." you nod. "i'm sorry."
"don't apologize." sophia shakes her head. "it's okay, you're okay. i promise." she kisses your cheek gently. "why don't i make something to eat, we sit in bed, and watch the last season of lost?"
"really?" you mumble, but your eyes light up for the first time today.
summary જ⁀➴ you go to one of manon's runway shows, and her ex won't stop staring at her when she walks. you try to ignore it until after the show and said ex is flirting with her, then you step in.
you weren’t really meant for this. fancy events, events featuring celebrities, and events for individuals who have made a name for themselves. your girlfriend was made for these types of things. being a runway model for high-end fashion shows, she did this on a regular basis. but you? the exact opposite. you were a nobody. you weren’t a celebrity of any kind; you were just here because you were manon’s plus one. you didn’t even have a good enough outfit when she first told you about the event; she had to take you out shopping to go buy something. it was almost embarrassing.
but, here you were. sitting in front of the runway with people on both sides of you filling the whole room. you felt out of place. that much you knew for sure. you didn’t belong in these kinds of places or wearing these kinds of clothes. it wasn’t for you at all. but you would always support manon, even if it meant going out of your comfort zone to do that.
you glance at the time on your watch. five minutes until it starts. you glance around at the people around you. celebrities of all kinds. actors, singers, influencers. people with high status. people who were supposed to be here. you shift awkwardly in your seat, adjusting your blazer, trying to act relaxed and like you’re supposed to be here.
this is fine. nothing is going to happen. it’s not like anyone would probably want to talk to you anyways. so at least you wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of some kind of celebrity. that was the best thing.
while glancing around, you spot a familiar face. a familiar face that you didn’t want to see here, of all places. david. also known as manon’s ex from a few years back. you didn’t know why he was here. you were hoping he wasn’t going to try something here today, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
suddenly, the lights go dim, and the show is about to start. you straighten up in your seat, adjusting your blazer again before looking at the first model walk out.
to be honest, you didn’t particularly understand high fashion. you wore the clothes you usually wore, not expensive, that’s for sure, because you couldn’t see yourself wasting money on a piece of clothing that you would grow out of, would shrink, or get ruined in some kind of way. and you didn’t really pay attention to what other people wore. you wouldn’t be able to tell if a shirt was from h&m or from calvin klein, it was that bad.
you watch the models walk with subtle awe, and some confusion in some outfits that you saw a few wearing. some high-fashion is odd, you couldn’t help but think to yourself. and then you turn your head to the entrance again, and out walks manon.
she looks stunning. she always does, but even more so like this. you’ve seen her done up before for different events you’ve been dragged along to, photo shoots, and similar things. but, you’ve never seen her in this kind of environment. these things weren’t filmed for others to see online or for public view. you would get lucky if a celebrity would post a photo or short video from the show, but nothing more than that, most of the time, until it was all done, and it was after the show.
your eyes couldn’t look away from her as she walked down the runway like she owned the place. the outfit was beautiful, too. though you knew she could pull off anything, even if it was ugly, and make it look good. she was just able to do that. you don’t know how, but she just could.
she walked past you, paused for a moment at the end of the runway, and turned around and started walking back to the front. when she had passed you the second time, you couldn’t help but look over at david, and the way he was looking at her made you want to get up and punch him right there.
that smug look on his face, his legs obnoxiously spread wider than they needed to be. like he was trying to show his dick to the fashion world that would rather punch him in his tattooed face than do anything with him. your hand clenches into a fist for a moment, before relaxing when you realize manon has left now.
just stay calm. nothing is even happening. he’s just staring. staring like he wants her. staring like he thinks he can have her.
you wouldn’t say you’re an angry person. you didn’t get angry often, and if you did, you kept it in check. you knew better than to raise your voice or yell or anything like that. but, it would be evident on your face and how dangerously calm you would become. manon knew that. you knew that.
but god, did you want to punch this fucker in the face right now. you wanted to so bad. so fucking bad. but, you couldn’t. you knew you couldn’t. especially not in a place like this. you know what would happen if you started a fight right here, even if it was after the show. headlines saying some random guy started a fight when he was just a plus one for one of the models. it would make manon look bad as well, even if she wasn’t the one doing anything. you knew better than to possibly damage her reputation and image.
but still. you wanted to beat this guy.
the rest of the show flies by, and you don’t even realize it’s over until the people around you start standing up and walking out of the general room. you blink a few times, glance around, and quickly stand up from your seat. you should probably find manon now. yeah, definitely.
you look around, realizing you don’t know where to find her or where she possibly could be. fuck. you pull out your phone and go to her contact, sending a quick message asking where you would be able to find her. you look up and see people leaving in one direction, and then you see a flash of someone walk past you towards where you assumed the models were. david. it took you a second to even figure out it was him, and you look over right as he walks through the curtain. without thinking, you follow after him.
walking through the curtain, pretty much everyone is gone, including most of the models excluding those still getting ready for the after-event of the show. you look around, standing there for a moment, when you hear a voice.
“what the hell are you doing here?”
it’s manon, you instantly know the voice.
you start walking, going to one of the dressing rooms, and pushing open the curtain.
there stands david, and manon who clearly looks uncomfortable. before you can think, you start walking over to him.
“hey. what’s your probelm?”
david looks over at you. “what’s your problem, man?”
manon looks between you two, shuffling over closer to you, almost behind you.
“my problem is you,” you tell him. “get the fuck out of here.”
“why should i?” he asks, shrugging. “i’m just trying to talk to my—”
“she’s not your anything anymore, david. it’s been two years. give it up,” you spit at him. “you’re a fucking loser who can’t get over a girl who’s doing better now that she’s away from you. so get the fuck out of here, man.”
david looks surprised for a moment before he covers his reaction. he looks at manon who isn’t even looking at him, and scoffs.
“whatever.” he rolls his eyes and walks out.
you turn and look at manon, who is already looking at you.
“i’m sorry, i—”
“that was so hot, baby,” manon breathes out.
your face instantly gets hot. “what?”
“all of that,” she says, waving her hand around you, “was so hot.”
“oh,” you let out.
“thank you, baby.” manon smiles, wrapping her arms around your neck. “he wouldn’t leave me alone otherwise.”
“of course,” you reply, hands landing on her waist.
“i love you,” she says softly.
“i love you too,” you say back.
her smile grows bigger, and she leans in, pressing a kiss on your lips. you pull her closer, her body flush against yours as she giggles into the kiss, making her pull away.
“you’re amazing, you know that?” she says, playing with your hair.
“not really,” you admit truthfully.
“then i’ll just have to show you when we get home, which is now.” she grabs your hand and starts walking to grab the rest of her things.
summary જ⁀➴ working at a coffee shop in los angeles had its perks and drawbacks. you got a lot of business in the area, which was nice. then you got the bad customers thinking they were better than anyone else. one day during your shift, you're met with megan, the superstar of katseye — only you have no idea who she is.
happy pride month everyone! part two coming soon 😋 i didnt know how to end it im sawry, not proofread
"iced caramel macchiato for logan!"
standing at the register, you were taking count of the total sales for the day so far, writing them down on the small post-it note you kept in your apron along with your pen. you hear the front door bell jingle, and you instantly look up to see a girl walking inside.
"welcome to starry night!" you call loud enough for the customer to hear, sticking the post-it on the cash register to remember for later.
the girl approaches the register, and you send a smile her way. "hey! what can i get for you?"
the girl proceeds to list six different drinks, all with random variations and flavors or milks. you nod along, putting it in the system and writing on the cups, and when you ask for a name for the order, she freezes.
"um," megan lets out. "megan is fine." she answers.
"got it." you nod, putting the name on the ticket. "anything else for you?"
"no, that's it." she shakes her head.
"alright. it'll be $36.78 for you." you tell her, spinning the tablet around.
you're trying not to stare, you are. you've gotten used to attractive people coming into the shop all the time, but there was something different about her. you aren't sure why. you haven't seen her before, that's for sure. but she looks like she walked straight out of a magazine. taller than you by an inch or two, her ginger hair curled and her outfit was enough for you to go: she's definitely somebody. that being said, you knew better than to flirt with customers, so you don't say anything as she pays.
"we'll call your name down at the end when it's ready." you tell her with a smile.
"thanks." she smiles back, and you swear your heart does flips.
you leave the register to get the cup carriers for the drinks, and offer your coworker to work register while you make the drinks. not wanting to keep the line waiting with the six drinks being made at the same time.
meanwhile, megan's eyes don't stray away from you. they watch your movements as you make the drinks with expertise and like it was nothing. you put the drinks on the trays as you finish them, and her eyes meet yours for a moment. she quickly averts her eyes, pretending she was looking at something else.
you finish the drinks and put them all in the trays before putting them on the edge of the counter. "here you go!" you tell the girl.
megan stares for a few seconds, contemplating whether to push past her anxiety and ask what she wants to ask. you don't walk away, and she takes that as a somewhat good sign.
"miss?" you say.
megan's snapped out of her thoughts, and the words come stumbling out. "can i get your number?"
now's your turn to pause. you stare back at her with widened eyes, not expecting that. "uhm," you let out. this is definitely a first. "uh."
megan waves her hand, reaching forward to grab the drink trays. "forget it. it was stupid, i just–"
"no, no, it's okay." you shake your head, grabbing the post-it notes from your pocket and a pen. "this is just a first." you laugh nervously, scribbling your number down on the paper. "here." you hand it over to her.
megan blinks. "really?"
"unless you were joking–"
"no!" megan says quickly, taking the post-it and putting it in her pocket. "s-sorry, um, thank you!" she smiles, grabbing the drink trays with rosy cheeks. "i'll um i'll text you..."
"yn." you finish for her, putting the pen and post-its back in your apron pocket.
"i'll text you, yn." she says, and then she walks out of the shop.
watching her leave, your coworker comes rushing to you. "dude, did you just give that girl your number?"
"it's none of your business, jason." you tell him, rolling your eyes.
"do you even know who she is?" your coworker continues.
"no? this is literally the first time i've seen her. why are you–"
"dude!" your coworker hands you his phone, showing a picture of none other than the girl you just gave your number. "she's like, famous! she has over a million followers on insta!"
you raise an eyebrow at him. "and?"
"i can't believe you're gonna bag a baddie what the fuck!" he whines, stomping his foot on the ground.
"you're a child." you tell him blankly.
"whatever, man!" he says. "just don't get upset if she doesn't make time for you."
"go take orders." you shove him towards the register, done with him.
a little later when you're done with your shift, you sit in your car and a message comes through. it's from an unknown number, but a small smile pulls on your lips when you read it.
unknown
hi, yn! it's megan! thank you for making the drinks, my friends really enjoyed them! u want to meet up somewhere tmrw? i'm off and have nothing to do :(
you chuckle at the end, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you respond.
yn
i'm off at 2 tmrw. i'll give you a free drink if you stop by
she responds almost immediately.
unknown
really?
yn
yeah!
unknown
great! i'll be there :)
yn
i'll be waiting
the thread ends there, and you put your phone back down. with a smile on your face, you put your car into drive and start on your way back home.
summary જ⁀➴ yn was with megan for everything before dream academy. then one day, she left without a trace, leaving him alone. she became a ghost. he was blocked on all social media, he didn't see anything of her or where she went, and there was no trace of her anywhere. until the show premiered. unknown to megan, the boy became a underground r&b singer under his own label. when one of his songs goes viral for the lyrics and his voice, megan realizes it's him. but will he forgive her for up and abandoning him with no explanation?
