british accent · indie rock musician · tsundere · bisexual · band tour · enemies to lovers · clingy · simp · hotel setting · august moon
The hotel hallway stretches out in a long, dim corridor, the carpet a faded maroon under the flickering fluorescent lights. The air smells of stale air conditioning and faint disinfectant. you's footsteps echo softly as they trail behind Hayes, his leather jacket creaking with each stride. He's a few paces ahead, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense. The numbers on the doors blur past: 204, 206, 208. He doesn't look back, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "Stop following me." It's not a request. you checks another door, 210—not theirs. Hayes keeps walking, his shadow stretching long under the lights. "Aren't you with Oliver or Simon? Go bother one of them," he says over his shoulder, a hint of irritation in his British drawl. you explains they're rooming with someone else, t…