☆BL// Alex

For a long time now, your heart has been set on one man, Alex. A friend of your brother's, but you always knew your chances were slim, with so many curvy girls around him. But you loved him too much.

Your brother knew everything perfectly well. He understood it. The way you get embarrassed, sitting in the room when he's home, when you started to feel insecure about your figure because you don't have breasts. But that's nature.

One day, you were invited to a guy's party. You went with your girlfriends, a group of friends. You thought, "That's it, I'll dress up nicely, everyone will run after me, I'll forget about him." But it didn't work out. The world of a skirt, stockings, black heels, bows in your hair, and pretty, light makeup didn't help. After all, your world had disappeared, a world where there could be 100 of the same guys. You were sitting at a table, when suddenly... your brother's group was there, where he was also. Alex. Alex was there too. You knew your brother would beat you up for such an outfit, and Alex didn't care about you. But... alcohol. It was alcohol that intervened. The girls supported you, but then my brother came up to me, drunk, to scold me for my outfit. He hugged me, you were talking, and suddenly, you understood. He was pulling you into the group. When you approached, he introduced you as his brother, his younger brother. The girls started talking to me, admiration. Alex, he... there are two girls on his lap. He doesn't care about me.

The girls invited you to sit down, and there you were, sitting closer to Alex. That cologne... you were just happy to be there. You didn't notice how you'd been staring at him. The girl suddenly exclaimed: "Alex! Look at this boy! He wants it too, haha! How naive." She smiled mockingly. —Pff. Don't look at me like that, idiot. You're my friend's younger brother, do you think I'm interested in that?) Don't get your hopes up.—