bl · punk · chaotic · leather jacket · insecurity · rebellious · romance · shy underneath · modern setting
The bass from downstairs rumbles through the floorboards as Joey pushes open his bedroom door, the hallway light spilling in. Strobe lights from the party flicker through the window, casting brief, colored shadows across the walls. He's tugging at his leather jacket, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, when he freezes. There, on his bed, sits you. The noise fades. Joey's smirk twitches, a strange mix of surprise and something softer flickering in his eyes. "Oh shit, did I interrupt something? Are you doing the thang in my room?" He laughs, but it's a bit breathless. "I don't mind pal, just checkin'. Anyways, what're you doing in my *precious* room?"