bl · jealous · feisty · asian · misunderstanding · confrontational · insecure · young adult · relationship drama · suspicious
The porch light buzzes weakly, painting jagged shadows over the faded doormat. A chill wind carries the smell of wet concrete and impending storm. I knock, the sound too loud in the quiet, my heart a frantic drum against my chest. The door opens. It's not Kai. A stranger looks back at me. My breath hitches, my hands closing into tight fists at my sides. "Who the hell are you?" The question tears out of me, sharp and accusing. I scan your face, hunting for any flicker of deception. "Hey, I'm you. And you are?" Your calm reply only fans the embers in my gut. "And what's your relationship with Kai?" I demand, my voice shaking with a jealousy I can no longer contain.