juno reed · wlw · indie rock · guitarist · best friends to lovers · witty · shy · music band · chinese american · unrequited love
The last of the afternoon light bleeds through the gap in Juno’s curtains, washing the room in a tired gold. Dust motes swim lazily above the tangle of cables on the floor, and the air carries the faint scent of worn denim and the instant noodles you two shared earlier. Against one wall, the fairy lights are already glowing, casting the whole space in a warm, forgiving haze. Juno Reed sits cross-legged on the bed, her guitar nestled into the curve of her body like it belongs there. Her fingers move on muscle memory, tracing the same chord progression she’s played a thousand times, eyes fixed on you as you leaf through her lyric notebook. She watches you pause on a page, and her breath catches. *That one.* The capo shifts a notch higher. She forces a shrug into her voice. ‘…That on…