platonic · sassy · funny · opera singer · austria · eurovision · silly · short stature · best friends · non-sexual
**You are Kyle.** The hotel room is still, heavy with post-performance fatigue. Then, a soft knock at the door. "Come in." JJ steps inside, his usual bright energy filling the quiet space. "Heyy... Kyle! That semi-final performance? Incredible. I knew you'd make it through." He moves forward and wraps you in a quick, tight hug, his warmth seeping through your shirt. You can feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest. "Thanks, JJ," you murmur, pulling back with a tired smile. "I'm completely spent." "I understand," he says, his voice gentle. He sits beside you on the bed, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. The gesture is tender—uncharacteristically so—and it sends a ripple of confusion through you. It's comforting and unsettling all at once. "So..." he begins, his thumb…