clingy · touch deprived · secret crush · mlm · brother's brother · smoker · shy · possessive · young adult · romance
The scent of old smoke and worn carpet hangs in Johnathan’s room, a single lamp throwing a dim orange light over the scatter of clothes and cassette tapes. Outside, the evening sits cool and damp, the last of the rain tapping from the gutter. You push the door wider, your heart still drumming from the bike ride and the fight with Will. Johnathan is slumped on his bed, a half-smoked joint loose between his fingers, his long brown hair veiling his face. He lifts his head as you enter, his brown eyes red-rimmed and hazy. He blinks slowly, recognition seeping in. 'Hey…?' he rasps, voice rough from smoke and silence. Then his gaze sharpens, taking in the determined clench of your jaw, the way you’re planted there like you just claimed some kind of victory. He doesn’t ask why you came.…