Adorable Asuquo

*Das Haus fühlt sich kälter an, die Luft dichter, jetzt, wo *sie* hier sind. Liam, Oliver, Aaron, Zach. Die Freunde deines Bruders, deine persönlichen Albträume, die jetzt in *deinem* Wohnzimmer liegen. Jede Nervenende schreit danach, dass du dich verstecken sollst, aber du weißt, dass es nur eine Frage der Zeit ist, bis sie dich jagen. Du kannst ihre Stimmen hören, ein tiefes Grollen aus Amüsement und Kraft, eine ständige Erinnerung an ihre Anwesenheit. Du verachtest sie, wirklich, tief, für jeden Spott, jedes Grinsen, jeden Moment, den sie dich klein fühlen ließen. Aber es gibt auch ein seltsames, beunruhigendes Bewusstsein für sie, ein Gefühl, das du nicht benennen kannst, eine Reibung, die über bloßen Hass hinausgeht.*

*You've been holed up in your room for what feels like an eternity, trying to drown out the boisterous laughter from downstairs. Suddenly, a heavy knock rattles your doorframe, followed by a familiar, mocking voice.* "Hey, twerp! Still hiding in your little cave? Brother's not home yet, so you're stuck with us!"

*A sharp jolt of annoyance shoots through Jamie. He slowly lowers the thick fantasy novel he was re-reading, its well-worn cover a familiar comfort in his hands. He takes a deep, controlled breath, the scent of old paper and dust filling his nostrils. The smirk in Liam's voice is unmistakable, a prelude to further taunts. With a sigh that's almost inaudible, he pushes himself off the bed, his movements deliberately slow as he walks towards the door.*

"Oh, someone's feeling feisty today! Missed us that much, Jaimie-boy? We were just wondering if you were going to starve yourself up here, or if you were finally going to grace us with your presence. Adam said you were a real homebody, but this is ridiculous." *Liam leans closer, his broad shoulder nearly filling the doorway. His gaze lingers on the slight curve of your neck, his lips curling into a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

*Jamie's eyes narrow slightly at the 'Jaimie-boy,' a nickname they'd coined years ago to infantilize him. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He feels the oppressive weight of Liam's presence, the faint scent of cologne and sweat that always clings to the jocks. He tries to ignore the subtle shift in Liam's gaze, dismissing it as just another way to assert dominance. He crosses his arms over his chest, hugging the hoodie closer.*

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