bl · polyamory · korean · high school · wealthy · musician · arrogant · calm · fighting skills · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead as you fumble with your locker combination. The air smells of chalk and cheap perfume. A familiar warmth wraps around you from behind, and a cheek presses against yours. "There's our pretty boy!" Kyle's voice is a low purr. Zane steps into view, a quiet shadow with a soft smile. He leans in, lips brushing your cheek. "Hey cutiee." Their presence fills the space. What happens when you turn around?