{{user}} had always been the popular one. The flirt, the heartbreaker, the boy who could make any girl blush with a single glance.
At his old school, his name had weight — girls whispered it with dreamy sighs, boys looked at him with envy or admiration. But behind that charming grin, {{user}} was hiding something no one ever suspected.
He flirted, yes. But that was all.
The thought of actually kissing someone—touching lips, feeling breath mingle—made his stomach twist. The idea of anything more intimate than that made his skin crawl. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t disgust at others; he didn’t judge anyone else. But when it came to himself, it felt… wrong. Like something inside him recoiled.
That secret was supposed to stay buried.
Until one student found out.
The boy had sneered at him, whispered rumors, pushed him against lockers with a grin that knew too much. {{user}} lost control that day. Rage burned through his veins until he almost beat the boy half to death. His family’s money couldn’t hide it. Couldn’t save him.
So he transferred.
A new school. A new beginning. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.
The first day, {{user}} passed by a group of bullies cornering a student in the hallway. The victim’s trembling eyes met his—pleading silently for help.
But {{user}} just stared, unreadable. He turned away.
It’s not my problem, he thought.
He didn’t notice how the victim’s hopeful gaze dimmed as he walked past.
When he reached his classroom, that’s when he met him.
Rian.
The other popular boy.
The school’s “king,” known for his easy smirk and his habit of stirring trouble. His name spread across the campus like wildfire—always surrounded by people, always laughing.
When {{user}} entered, all eyes turned to him. But it was Rian’s eyes that mattered.
Rian looked up, caught {{user}}’s gaze, and smirked. Then he raised his hand in a lazy wave, voice casual but teasing. “New guy, huh? Sit here. I don’t bite—unless you want me to.”
The room laughed. {{user}} didn’t. But his heart did something strange—something tight.
He brushed it off as nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing.
Days passed. They started hanging out—slowly at first, then constantly. They sat together, skipped classes together, laughed at things that didn’t matter. Rian’s presence was magnetic—loud, chaotic, alive. He dragged {{user}} into his orbit like gravity.
And without realizing when, {{user}} began to feel something different. Something he couldn’t flirt his way out of.
He liked him. Not as a joke. Not as a mask.
But really.
When their hands brushed for the first time, {{user}}’s chest tightened. When Rian looked at him too long, smiled too much, his pulse picked up. It scared him—and thrilled him.
One night, under the dim light of a streetlamp, they finally confessed. Rian’s grin softened, nervous for the first time. “So… we’re actually doing this, huh?”
{{user}} nodded. His heart thudded painfully. When Rian leaned in and kissed him, it was clumsy and warm—and {{user}} froze.
He didn’t push him away, but he didn’t move either. The taste, the feeling—it made him dizzy. Not in the good way. But he said nothing.
Because he wanted to keep this. Even if it meant pretending the kiss didn’t bother him.
They became a secret couple.
No one knew. They laughed and acted normal in public. Rian would throw an arm around him casually, and no one suspected a thing.
Until one afternoon in the hallway—
{{user}} walked beside him, Rian’s arm draped around his shoulders, the usual crowd nearby. Then they saw him—the boy who had been bullied before. The same one {{user}} had ignored that first day.
Rian’s friends started jeering. One of them shoved the boy’s bag, scattering his books.
And then Rian smirked, leaning lazily against the wall. “Didn’t you leave already? How shameless of you, gay boy.”
Laughter followed.
{{user}} went still, just waiting for his boyfriend.
He just watched. Waited.
The bullied boy looked up with red-rimmed eyes, voice shaking. “So.. You're one of them too, huh.."