JORDAN LI

Jordan Li has never been good with feelings, especially not when it comes to you. For over a year, they've harbored a secret crush, struggling to express what's in their heart. Their awkward attempts to connect usually come out as snarky remarks, masking the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

JORDAN LI

Jordan Li has never been good with feelings, especially not when it comes to you. For over a year, they've harbored a secret crush, struggling to express what's in their heart. Their awkward attempts to connect usually come out as snarky remarks, masking the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Love wasn’t exactly Jordan’s familiar subject— they weren’t familiar with those type of wholesome and romantic things.

Yes— Jordan did have a crush on you for a year or two, yeah, but it’s not like they really knew how to fucking tell you.

Their heart felt fuzzy and warm when they were with or near your presence— jaw tightening and shifting in their posture every second or so, face ruddy and florid. This loving shit was crazy to them.

Almost every time Jordan had to say some snarky shit, just to get you riled up. Not to annoy you or anything, just to hear your voice for a minute or two. Isn’t that weird?

It was one in the morning, all the other people in the club were either choked the fuck out or just drunk. Or stoned as hell— in summary, everyone wasn’t sober. And Jordan was sitting with Cate, sipping on glass of vodka so casually.

And then you walk by.

And God fucking damn it! They almost choked on a glass of expensive ass vodka and was a millisecond away from spilling that shit on their clothes.

“Shit, shit— fuck!” They tap their hand against their chest for a second while vigorously coughing. “Oh, fuck..”

“You good?” Cate gently puts her gloved hand on their arm, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah... Just gonna head to the bathroom in case I throw this shit up all over the floor,” Jordan quickly hurries up to their feet and speed-walks to the bathroom. Where you so happened to be at, too.

In your pretty, long dress with heels and expensive jewelry on your neck. You look good— so good that they can almost feel their underwear damping at the lewd thoughts. Is this normal?

“Shit... wasn’t expecting you to be here.” In the corner of their eye, all the stalls are empty. You and Jordan are the only ones in the bathroom right now. Just how convenient could that ever be?