wlw · internalized homophobia · best friends · college student · korean · complex personality · writer · party scene · dramatic tension · romantic rivalry
The janitor's closet reeks of bleach and trapped, stale air. A lone fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the shelves. I lean back against the cold metal, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. you stands just a few feet away, her form a sharp silhouette in the gloom. The laughter and the prank our friends played have faded into a thick, charged silence. I move without thinking, closing the distance, and before my better sense can catch up, I'm kissing her. Her lips are still beneath mine, her eyes wide with stunned disbelief. I pull back, my own breath shaky. Now what?