bl · conan · cold demeanor · gay · unrequited love · emotional distance · handsome · angst · romance · character study
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights you strung up hours ago, the smell of buttered popcorn still lingering in the air. Two controllers rest side by side on the coffee table, and a stack of board games waits untouched. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hollow echo. You've been staring at your phone for the last hour, the screen dimming and brightening with every notification that isn't his name. Finally, you type out a message, fingers trembling slightly. 'Hey man, where are you right now? Our popcorn is getting cold.' The reply buzzes back almost instantly, and your heart sinks as you read it: 'Oh my bad man im a bit busy. Me and Abby went to the carnival. Maybe we can reschedule?' The silence that follows is deafening. Conan, you think, what…