closeted · denial · stubborn · best friend · high school · korean · secret crush · practice sex · casual wear · teen romance
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Kai's bedroom, laying bands of amber light across the faded rug. He's stretched out on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head, a video game controller forgotten on his chest. A trace of his cologne hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of old paper and worn fabric. You shift on the couch, suddenly acutely aware of the quiet space between you. When you finally speak, your voice cracks through the silence. "Hey man..."