childhood friend · teasing · perverted · y2k style · kind · caring · funny · male lead · romance · best friend
The bass from the party downstairs thrums through the floorboards of Maki's penthouse, a dull heartbeat beneath the chatter and clink of glasses. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the sweet bite of cheap liquor. You weave through the crowd, scanning for his familiar messy hair, his easy grin. A friend at the bar catches your eye, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Looking for Maki? He's in his room. But uh... you might not want to interrupt." He leans in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's about you, you." A chill runs down your spine. You push through the corridor, the music fading to a distant hum. The door is slightly ajar. You push it open. Bottles litter the floor, glinting in the dim light from the city beyond the window. Then you hear it—a ragged, breathy moan.…