My roommate pinned me to the bed and started kissing me. The other one stood beside us, losing his mind. “You’re going to kiss his lips raw! When is it my turn?” 1 I was watching porn in my dorm room when my roommate caught me. My asshole roommate, Mark, started in with the snide comments. “So, you’re into guys, huh?” “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on me.” “The thought is seriously gross.” I shot back a cold smile. “Ever heard of a mirror? Or a puddle? Gay guys have standards, you know. If I were into anyone, it’d be someone like Evan. Who the hell are you?” The words had barely left my mouth when I saw him standing in the doorway, a faint blush on his cheeks. Evan. And right behind him, with a face as dark as a thundercloud, was Isaac. My heart dropped. It was bad enough that my crush had overheard my stupid outburst. But his number one admirer had heard it too. Only the idiot, Mark, was still clueless. “You, like Evan? The best you could hope for is to be his simp.” I fell silent. The word “simp” wasn't just a dig at me; it was a dagger in someone else’s heart. I’d known Isaac was into Evan from the first day of school. They weren’t even in the same major, but Isaac was always orbiting Evan, hiding behind the flimsy excuse of being “just friends.” He was practically the tragic mascot of the friend zone. Sure enough, Isaac’s face was grim. “If you’re going to fight, take it outside.” Just then, the alarm I’d set for my part-time job went off. I scrambled to change and get out the door. As I was leaving, I heard Mark eagerly spilling my secrets to Isaac. “Hey, Isaac, did you know Leo’s gay? He likes men. It’s so disgusting.” Isaac kicked a chair, his voice a low growl. “Get lost.” 2 It was true. I was into Evan. He was gentle, thoughtful, and had a face that was both beautiful and sweet. A lot of people at school liked him. If it wasn’t for Isaac guarding him like a mother hen, he’d be drowning in admirers. Yesterday, I’d walked in on him changing. Not only was his skin pale and practically glowing, but he had a slim waist, long legs, and a perfect eight-pack. His face had already captured my heart, and it turned out his body was just as incredible. He was a literal god in the gay community. I’d spent the entire night fantasizing, and today, I just couldn’t hold back anymore and decided to find a video to watch. I’d finally found one with a pale-skinned guy who looked a little like Evan when Mark ripped open my bed curtain. I took out my frustration on the lemon in my cup, stabbing at it with my straw. And as I did, a horrifying thought occurred to me. My laptop on the bed… I don’t think I closed it. Then again, my sexuality was already out in the open. What was one little video? Besides, I was using headphones. As long as they didn’t pull back my curtain, they wouldn’t find out. 3 It was almost ten o’clock. I handed a taro milk tea to the girl in front of me. She took it, then looked at me shyly. “Hey, um… can I get your number?” On the outside, I was cool as a cucumber. Inside, I was beaming. See? I wasn’t half bad-looking. Mark should have been here to see this. The only problem was, I’m gay. Just as I was figuring out how to let her down gently, a dark voice came from behind her. “He’s gay.” …And just like that, I was outed to a complete stranger. The girl, far from being disappointed, actually seemed excited. She exchanged a look with her friend, and they walked off, clutching their milk teas like trophies. I stared at Isaac, completely baffled. What was his problem? He ordered a pearl milk tea and then stood to the side, watching me with a dark, menacing look. My coworker, a senior, gave me a mysterious smile. “Your boyfriend’s pretty possessive.” Oh no. It seemed they’d gotten the wrong idea. 4 After my shift, I walked out of the milk tea shop. Isaac followed behind me, nonchalantly sipping his drink. I stopped and turned to him. “Alright, what do you want?” The warm yellow light of the streetlamp illuminated his face. His features were sharp, his eyes a little severe. He looked fierce when he wasn’t smiling. He closed the distance between us, step by step. Then, a cold, sticky liquid drenched my hair, and a few boba pearls slid down my neck and into my shirt. He looked at me, his eyes like ice. “Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. Evan is not for you to touch.” I wiped my face, unbothered, and fished a pearl out of my collar, shoving it into his mouth. “Who died and made you Batman? You follow Evan around all day. Aren’t you just as hungry for a piece of him? Besides, you’re the filthy one. You litter.” I pointed at the empty cup on the ground. Isaac froze, as if I’d thrown him off his rhythm. But he quickly recovered his menacing expression. He chewed. “If you dare harass Evan in the dorm…” He chewed some more. “Or watch any more of those disgusting videos…” His hand shot out, and I felt a sharp pain below my waist. Isaac kept chewing as he threatened, “I’ll chop this thing off.” I had to hand it to myself, the boba I made was perfectly chewy. Okay, so that’s what this was about. He’d seen what was on my laptop. But sneaking a peek behind my curtain without permission was pretty rude too. Suddenly, I heard a gasp. I turned to see a figure quickly running away. That wasn’t the main issue, though. Isaac’s hand was still… there. He awkwardly pulled his hand back, picked up the cup from the ground, shot me a glare, and stalked off. 5 When I got back to the dorm, Mark was gaming with his headphones on. I grabbed my toiletries and headed for the bathroom, running straight into Evan, who had just finished showering. I felt a little awkward, wondering if he’d seen the video. Did he think I was a pervert? Evan frowned at me, his gaze sweeping over my chest. I was too guilty to say hi and just ducked my head as I walked into the bathroom. The air was still steamy and fragrant, smelling just like him. I couldn't help but take a deep breath as I peeled off my sticky white t-shirt. I’d just taken off my pants when the bathroom door opened. I turned to see Evan’s face. He was blushing. “Sorry, I forgot my clothes.” I followed his gaze to the laundry basket. Inside were the dirty clothes he’d just taken off. My heart felt like a shaken bottle of coke, fizzing with a sour feeling. “Evan,” I said, my voice muffled. “It’s true that I’m gay, and that I have a crush on you. But I’m not a pervert. I wouldn’t just take your things. You don’t have to guard them from me like I’m a thief.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, looking away as he mumbled, “I’m not guarding them from you.” I laughed bitterly. I was just so tired. People’s prejudices were like an uncrossable chasm. Evan must think I was pathetic. I turned on the shower, and warm water streamed down. I let out a long breath. This damn life. I was basically the star of a tragedy. After the shower, I felt refreshed. If the world was going to make me gay, then I was going to turn the whole world into my personal club! I felt like I could start a new life… except, crap! I’d forgotten to bring clothes! I glanced at the laundry basket. It was empty. Okay, fine. I believed him. He really didn't have a problem with me. He’d even taken my dirty clothes with him! 6 Before, I would’ve just walked out naked to get my clothes. But after today, I couldn’t. Mainly because of that idiot Mark. He’d probably think I was trying to seduce him. There were only three of us in the room. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to ask Evan for help. I called through the door, asking him to grab some clothes for me. He agreed good-naturedly, passing them through a crack in the door. Outside, I could hear Mark’s snide voice again. “You gays are so extra.” I rolled my eyes. I shook out the clothes and realized something was wrong. These looked like Evan’s. Evan’s gentle voice came from outside. “I didn’t want to go through your closet without permission. You can just wear mine. The underwear is new.” A wave of warmth washed over me. Evan really was an angel. So gentle and considerate. It would be a damn shame if Isaac got his hands on this pure soul. I quickly got dressed. Hmm. Evan looked tall and skinny, but his boxers weren’t small. I opened the bathroom door, then immediately wanted to shut it again. Did I get water in my brain while I was showering? Why was I seeing that walking disaster, Isaac, again? A hand pushed the door open. Isaac’s eyes were practically shooting fire. “Why are you wearing Evan’s clothes?!” I rolled my eyes at him. “He let me. What’s it to you?” I swaggered out of the bathroom and saw Evan on the balcony, hanging up clothes. “Ev—” I was about to ask him where my dirty clothes went when I saw the dripping white boxers in his hand. Evan looked at me, radiating an almost wifely glow. “It was no trouble. I just washed them all together.” Behind me, I could hear the sound of Isaac grinding his teeth. “Evan, you washed his underwear?” Evan looked innocent. “We’re all guys. What’s the big deal?” Isaac was furious. He glared at me. “Have you no shame?” Me? How was this my fault? Evan finished hanging the laundry and stepped in front of me protectively. “Isaac, stop picking on Leo.” Another wave of warmth. I couldn't help but praise him. “See? You’re so gentle and reasonable. Not like some people, who are just like mad dogs.” Isaac shot me a death glare, looked at Evan, and then stormed out without another word. 7 I dried my hair and climbed into bed, only to see the empty bunk across from me piled high with stuff. The recently departed Isaac was back, and he was carrying a suitcase. He looked at me with a cold smile. “Starting today, I’m living in this dorm too.” I could feel the murderous intent behind that smile. This son of a bitch really thought Evan was his property. He was here to guard him from me? A competitive spark ignited within me. Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, I was going to make him watch. I pictured it in my head: me, driving a luxury car, with Evan leaning against my shoulder like a delicate bird. And Isaac, crying as he ran behind the car. “Evan, don’t leave with him! Evan, how will I live without you?” I almost laughed out loud, but a sharp crash echoed through the room. A glass had rolled off Evan’s bed, shattering on the floor. Isaac was the first to react. “Evan, are you okay?” “I’m fine. Just spilled some water.” Evan started to get down from his bed. Isaac quickly stopped him, grabbing a broom. “Wait there. I’ll sweep up the glass first.” Evan agreed, then pulled back his own bed curtain and swung his legs right over onto my bed. His voice was a little wounded. “Leo, my bed’s all wet. You don’t mind if I sleep with you, right?” The air in the room seemed to freeze. I almost burst out laughing. Isaac’s sweeping came to an abrupt halt. Even Mark shot Isaac a look of pity. No exaggeration, the guy looked like he was about to shatter into a million pieces. The broom was thrown aside with force. Isaac’s face had a greenish tint to it. “Evan, if you didn’t want me to move in, you didn’t have to resort to this.” My eyes darted between the two of them, and I finally understood. So they were having a fight, and I was just the pawn in their little game. Isaac stormed out of the room again, slamming the door behind him. I looked at Evan. He was smiling even more brightly now. For some reason, a chill ran down my spine. “He’s finally gone.”
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