𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙮 18+ 𝙗𝙭𝙗 || 𝙠.𝙩𝙝 ||

1 | not so straight

First things first, I'm not so straight. I kind of knew I wasn't from the get-go but never really confronted my hidden emotions. It wasn't until 7th grade when I discovered a strong serge of emotion boiling within me, raising my temperature to overdrive. Or in other words... Something else was on overdrive. 

Discovering that I was "not so straight" was scary at first. I thought of the classic phrase "It's just a phase." But it wasn't a phase. The older I got the more I liked boys. Then finally, I stared looking into the labels. 

The idea of being gay scared me too much because of what others might think of me. Bi wasn't quite right. Pansexual sounded nice but it didn't fit. Demisexual was a possibility but I realized that it wasn't what I was. So what am I? 

I'm not so straight. And that's it. I think labels are overrated. So fuck em.

I guess I should tell you my name as well, right? The name's Moon Hyunwoo. Nothing special about my name; it's just another label. I'm 18 now. Legal, if you would. I've graduated high school and moving to Seoul to study in college, majoring in journalism. Boring right? Anyways, today's move-in day and I'm meeting my roommate. Kind of nerve racking to be honest. 

"Yah, Hyunwoo, you spacing out there?" My brother calls out to me as he continues to keep his eye on the road.

"Nah I'm good," I snap out of my trance. Damn, I think too much.

"You nervous?" He asks, peeking over at me and smirking, "Don't go falling for your roommate, got it?" 

I roll my eyes. My brother still isn't so used to the fact that I'm not so straight. He thinks I'll fall for every boy I meet. He's supportive of course, but he doesn't get it. Which is fine, I expected him to be like this.

"I won't," I say, slightly annoyed.

"Right, sorry," He says, noticing my tone, "Not everyone is Jimin..." 

Park Jimin, my ex. Of course he had to bring him up. As much as I appreciate my brother and everything he has done for me and the family, he really doesn't understand boundaries or how to read a room. 

I stayed silent after that comment about Jimin. I'd rather not talk about our break-up, especially with my brother. 

"Hyunwoo... You know you can talk to me right? Break-up's are hard and it's better not to bottle up how you're feeling even if-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I say harshly.

We go silent again for the rest of the drive. 

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I slammed the passenger door close and breathed in the new sent of the city. Gross. It smells of the chemical stench of gasoline. I guess I'll get used to it. 

My brother opened up the trunk of our car and groaned as he pulled stacks of suitcases and duffle bags out. The bags hit the concrete floor with a thud, followed by a low grunt from my brother. He's getting old.

I look up at the big building that held my dorm room in the palms of its encaging hands; a jail cell for broke students. This is where I'm spending 4 years of my life, stressing myself numb until my brain bleeds from expansion. I have to get used to it. 

"Quit standing around, gaping at the building and help me with your luggage," My brother said while panting.

"Okay, old man," I said and ready to show off my strength. I may look scrawny underneath the baggy clothes I wear to conceal my body, but if you got a peek under this shirt you've got a fun surprise waiting for you. Basically, I'm a gift, waiting to be open. 

I roll up my sleeves, revealing toned, bulging forearms and biceps. I'm somewhat narcissistic, let me live. 

Grabbing a hold of one of the bags, I yank it out and plop it onto the floor. Even with my strength, this shit is heavy. Why did I pack so much? I continued to place more bags with the rest until I finally came to the last one. A very giant, heavy one.

I take a deep breath before conquering the last bag, and then dive in to lift it up. I supported the bag on my forearms and held my breath as the weight tried to defeat me. Stumbling over to the sidewalk, I felt my legs give in and trip over themselves.

Shit!

Suddenly, I was stopped in my tracks by another person holding up the giant bag with me, his hands placed on my arms as we gripped it. 

"Thanks old man, I got it though," I said, having my pride somewhat hurt by needing help.

"Old man?" A deep voice rang out, "What a way to thank me," The man who appeared to not be my brother said. I almost fell over again in shock by his voice. 

It's so... Deep. 

"S-Sorry I thought you were someone else!" I said, trying to peek over the giant bag to catch a glimpse of this man. All I could see was wavy black hair over the top of the bag. 

"Stop squirming around will you?" He said as we almost lost balance of the bag as I tried to peek at him, "Let's set this down and then you can check me out all you want," 

"R-Right," I said embarrassed. 

We both groaned as we set the giant bag with the rest. The man stood upright and sighed while placing both hands on his slim waist.

I looked up, still hunched over by the bags, at the tall man before me. He towered above me with messy black waves delicately flowing over his eyes. He jerked his head to the side to flip his hair out of his eyes which revealed his dazzling brown orbs with thick lush lashes draping them. I peeked at his arms as he was wearing a white t-shirt that was way too tight on him. His shoulders were broad and strong, pecks peeking through his shirt, muscles large, and veins popping. 

I'm jealous of his good looks. Or, am I horny? Same difference. 

I stood up quickly and bowed to a ninety degree angle, "T-Thank you," 

The man reached down and touched my shoulder to raise me up to standing again, "No problem," He winked and smiled. 

His smile... God I'm dying inside. 

"You moving into the dorms?" He asked, peeking up at the tall building. 

"Yeah I am..." I said looking down at the many bags I had to carry up flights of stairs. 

"I moved in a few days ago," His gaze fell back onto me, "...There's a lot of flights," 

I nodded, peeking at him.

"Want me to help you carry these up?" He tilted his head.

"Yes please! I would love that," I said, now excited for having help with these bags that would surely crush me to death. 

"Alright," He said cooly and picked up two bags, swinging them over each shoulder, "I'm Kim Taehyung by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm.... Moon Hyunwoo..." I said starting to be transfixed on his bulging muscles.

He smirked, "Nice to meet you Hyunwoo. Now what number dorm are you?"

I drooled over his muscles, not paying attention.

"Hyunwoo?" He asked again.

"H-Huh wha-? O-Oh right ummm... 173," I said, snapping back to reality.

He giggled slightly at the trance he put me in, "173?" He repeated.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"I see," He smirked, "We're roommates."