CLOSE ENOUGH || LUKA×ADRIEN||

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*****

ADRIEN LAY IN BED, his mind a tangled mess of incomprehensible thoughts, struggling through an existential crisis that refused to let him rest.

He hadn't slept a wink the previous night, his thoughts haunted by the incident at the tower-the kiss. That damned kiss that kept his mind racing and his eyes wide open, refusing to let him find peace.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. A single kiss shouldn't have had the power to unravel him, but it did, piercing through his carefully constructed facade and laying bare the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide.

Adrien blamed his father for it all-the strict upbringing, the rigid rules, the suffocating expectations that had shaped his virgin existence from the moment of his fucking conception.

And now, in the quiet of his room, the ticking of his analogue clock mirrored the frantic ticking in his brain, as the thought of the blue-haired rockstar-Luka-consumed him.

Luka's face was imprinted in his mind, his lips branded on Adrien's soul, and his words echoing in the back of his consciousness.

"Just think about it... huh, Adrien?" The confusion and conflicting emotions churned within him as he sat up in bed.

It was Friday.

The rain pelted against his massive glass windows, the Parisian sky drenched in grey, and lightning bolts streaked across the horizon as thunder rumbled in the distance.

Adrien felt a weariness in his bones, a heavy sense of dread as he clambered out of bed. His shoulders ached as he ruffled his blond locks, some strands curling up on his forehead.

He stretched, his white t-shirt riding up his olive skin, momentarily exposing the firmness of his abdomen.

His green eyes dilated as he reached for his glasses, scanning the room until his gaze landed on his tiny black companion-Plagg.

"Plagg?" Adrien crinkled his nose in disgust as he spotted the Kwami rummaging through a pile of dirty socks.

"Oh hey, kid!" Plagg zipped by, sporting a makeshift hoodie made from one of Adrien's old socks. "It's about time you woke up!"

Adrien gagged, "God, Plagg, could you please-" he pinched his nose, his face contorting in disgust, "...move that as far away from me? That stinks!"

Plagg huffed, "Oh, you mean this delicacy?" He took a deep whiff, making Adrien shake his head in disappointment.

"Hey! I don't tell you about your freaky little hobbies, so don't tell me about mine."

"My hobbies?" Adrien slipped into his blue jeans, eyeing the Kwami warily.

"Yeah, like running around the city in leather tights and kissing guys!"

Adrien froze.

He had been trying to forget the previous night's rendezvous, but his mind kept replaying it-the cool air, the dark night, Luka's tempting lips that lured him deeper into the kiss, leaving him with an aching desire for more.

But reality came crashing down with the realization that Luka knew who he was. Somehow, the musician had seen through the mask-a dangerous revelation that made Adrien's stomach churn and his heart pound in his chest.

"I don't go around kissing guys," Adrien muttered, crinkling his nose.

Plagg raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh... so what about the guitarist?"