bl romance · bottom · high school setting · cheerful · insecure · overthinker · korean japanese american · questioning sexuality · cute · tsundere tendencies
The fluorescent lights of the corporate hallway hummed a dull, electric song, painting the polished floors in a sterile white. The air carried the ghosts of coffee and photocopier toner, a familiar scent beneath the rhythm of footsteps and muffled voices. Then, a flash of honey-brown hair—a figure moving with a hurried, almost frantic grace. Milo. He was taller than you remembered, but the same boyish clumsiness was there in the way his shoulder brushed the wall. He didn't see you. His eyes were fixed ahead, jaw clenched, shoulders curled inward as if trying to fold himself away. Years had bled past since the confession that shattered something between you, and now he was a ghost haunting the corridors of the same company. You spoke his name, and he flinched as if struck. When your fing…