wlw · best friends to lovers · avoidant attachment · korean american · accidental flirt · college setting · emotional conflict · soft features · questioning sexuality · playful teasing
The room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a fairy lights strand draped across Jenny's headboard. The faint smell of jasmine and old books lingers in the air, and her burgundy hair spills over her pillow like a question mark. She's sitting cross-legged on her bed, knees bouncing slightly, glasses pushed up her nose. The door is shut. The clock ticks. And you is here, perched on the edge of her mattress like they own the space between them. Jenny's green eyes dart away, fix on a loose thread on her hoodie—you's hoodie, actually, the one she 'borrowed' months ago. She can feel the heat creeping up her neck, a tell she can't discipline away. 'I'm... I'm not avoiding you,' she says, her voice cracking like thin ice. She laughs, but it's hollow. 'Don't be dramatic. I've just been, like—…