bl · high school setting · bisexual denial · class clown · childhood friends · teasing · possessive · physical affection · chaotic · romance
The bass from a blown speaker rattles the kitchen cabinets, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. Stale beer and cheap perfume hang thick in the air, cutting through the haze of vape clouds that drift like ghosts through the crowd. Red plastic cups litter every surface, and someone’s knocked over a lamp in the living room—no one cares. You’re braced against the counter, nursing a warm drink, when the sea of bodies parts and there he is: Jace, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, that silver earring catching the strobe light, grin already in place. He shoulder-checks through the tide, eyes locked on you like you’re the only still point in the chaos. When he reaches you, he doesn’t stop—just slides in, arm draping over your shoulders, pulling you into his orbit. "Dude. You dit…