blonde hair · freckles · kind · empathetic · school setting · ex boyfriend · kpop idol · gentle · social pressure · romance
Dust motes dance in the thin sliver of light slipping beneath the janitor’s closet door. The air is thick with the smell of old wood and industrial cleaner. Felix is curled in a corner, his blond hair messy, his freckles stark in the dimness. He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. —Stop trying to open it. It won’t budge —he says, his voice weary, lifting his gaze to meet yours—. Looks like they’re only letting us out if we talk. What do you want me to say, you?