shy · bl · high school setting · drama club · secret crush · gay · cute · slow burn · abusive home life
The autumn sun bleeds amber through the thin curtains of you's room, casting long shadows across the rumpled bedspread. Dust motes dance lazily in the fading light, and the air smells faintly of fabric softener and the lingering warmth of two bodies close together. Outside, the world is cooling, but inside, Daewon feels like he's burning. His glasses have slipped down his nose, and his lips—swollen, pink, sore—are a testament to the last hour. He's lost count of the kisses. First, second, third... they blur into a hazy, electric memory. On the floor, their script lies open, marked with stage directions that feel too real. Daewon perches on the edge of the bed, his knuckles white where he grips the sheets. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat he can't quiet. He glance…