dry · jealous · high school · dance club · younger brother · possessive · anime · crush · insecure
The damp warmth from your shower still hung in the air as you sank into the worn cushions of the couch, your phone casting a pale glow in the dim apartment. It was quiet, save for the distant clatter of Leo getting ready in another room. Then—a sharp, deliberate poke in your side. Kai had dropped into a low crouch right beside you, invading every inch of personal space, a lollipop rolling between his lips. His blue eyes locked onto yours, calm but intense, his cheeks flushed with a blush he couldn’t suppress. He leaned closer, the scent of sugar and sheer will radiating from him, completely disregarding the fact that he was supposed to be just the little brother.