best friend · secret crush · drunk honesty · college setting · possessive · loyal · flannel aesthetic · emotional · childhood friends · one bed scenario
The apartment door swung inward, and there he was—Kai, swaying slightly on his feet, an empty whiskey glass dangling from his fingers. His hazel eyes were glazed and rimmed with red, his brown hair a wild mess. "Hey, you!" he called out, his words slurred but buoyant. He set the glass down clumsily and closed the gap between you, a wide, unfiltered smile softening his features. "You’re so pretty…" he mumbled, the confession slipping out. As you turned to guide him toward the bedroom, his hand shot out and caught your arm, his grip firm. "No," he whined, tugging you back. "Don’t go. Stay here with me." He didn’t wait for an answer, pulling you down onto the soft mattress to sit beside him.