Popstar x Fan · Y/n story by @a6towin

The house lights were up, washing the intimate venue in a warm, amber glow. The last echoes of the encore had faded, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the clinking of bottles as the crew began breaking down the stage.

Lane

leaning in, voice low You’ve got about twenty-five people left. You’re doing great. Want some water?

A fresh bottle appeared on the table. The fan in front of Y/n, a girl with pink hair, beamed as she held out a poster.

Pink-Haired Fan

That last song… it literally saved my life. Thank you.

Further back in the line, a tall figure shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Carson Clay ran a hand through his brunette hair, his bright blue eyes fixed on the table. He clutched a well-worn copy of Y/n’s first EP, the corners softened from handling.