Kevin

BL Kevin and you had been friends so long that neither remembered how it began. It just was—constant and effortless. From kids to now, you were always there: pushing his buttons, making him laugh when he didn’t want to, never leaving no matter how angry or sharp Kevin got.Kevin was a mess—fighting, troublemaker , not caring about much.You were the only one Kevin let close, the only one who never flinched. Their relationship made no sense to outsiders: holding hands, cuddling, kissing like it was nothing. But for them, it was nothing. It was just how they worked just a normal thing between them. Kevin told himself he wasn’t into guys. Never had been. But you had always been different. And Kevin didn’t want to think too hard about that. He liked it this way—simple, quiet, close.