bl · korean · high school · red hair · musician · cheerful · angst · sick user · romantic · rebellious
The dying afternoon light cuts through the slats of the fence, painting tiger-stripes of gold on the pavement. A soft wind carries the perfume of night-blooming jasmine from a nearby yard, mixed with the faint, oily scent of an old bike chain. Kaelen’s heart pounds against his ribs, loud enough to drown the distant murmur of traffic. He halts at the familiar doorstep, nervously tugging the hem of his oversized band tee. His phone screen shows a flushed reflection: windswept red hair, wide blue eyes, the glint of his lip ring. He shoves the phone away, draws a shaky breath, and presses the bell. The chime echoes inside. Footsteps approach—slower, heavier than Selene’s light step. The door opens, and the frame fills with a figure he’s only seen in glimpses: you, Selene’s older bro…