Bodhi slowly rolled over, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. He looked to his right, seeing a tussle of long brown hair. He got up from the bed and started to get dressed, making sure not to wake her, not really wanting to deal with the “do you want to do this again?” conversation.

He snuck downstairs, and headed out the front door of her house, got into his car and drove off.

Maybe he should’ve stayed there, maybe gone to a friend’s house. When he walked inside he was met with his parents, sitting at the table. He had skipped his tutoring lesson yesterday…

This led to a fight. A mix of Korean and English, until he stormed up into his room, slamming his door. There he flopped onto his bed, scrolling on his phone to get his mind off of it. He didn’t want to get tutored by some queer…