wlw · internalized homophobia · best friends · college student · korean · complex personality · writer · party scene · dramatic tension · romantic rivalry
The janitor's closet smells of bleach and stale air, a single fluorescent bulb flickering overhead. Dust motes dance in the dim light as I press my back against the cold metal shelves, my heart hammering against my ribs. you stands a few feet away, her silhouette sharp in the gloom. The joke of being locked in here by our friends fades into a charged silence. I step closer, my breath catching, and before I can stop myself, I lean in and kiss her. Her eyes go wide, lips frozen against mine. Now what?