our secret [ minchan ]

ch. 5

"so that's how you met this guy?" jeongin said, glancing to the man in black hoodie eating next to his roommate. "bang chan...hyung, is it?"

bang chan looked up from the food and nodded, his smile beaming.

"so..." jeongin turns to minho. "did you two fuck or—"

"yes" before minho could even speak, chan spoke first; and got hit by minho on his side.

"shut the fuck up or i'll make you" minho whispered.

"make me, then" chan said, a bit muffled because of the food he's chewing. "ow-" chan exclaimed when he felt a foot stomping on his from under the table.

jeongin cocks his left eyebrow. "so you fucked."

silence.

"okay i don't really mind you f-" jeongin cleared his throat. "screwing with anyone. but a stranger? really, hyung? the person that clearly told us two men being with each other is disgusting?"

chan choked.

"wait, wait, wait" chan turned to look at minho.

"you're straight?!" chan exclaimed. "and wasn't it you that kissed me first?"

now all the attention is on him.

"okay calm down, y'all." minho put both his hands up as if he's surrendering.

"are you... perhaps..."

"closeted?" jeongin and chan both exclaimed.

minho sighed. "hey listen. you, stop talking before i throw you out of this house," he points to chan, who's still eating and grinning.

"and you, stop assuming stuffs. i pay the rent here so i have a say," minho continued while turning to jeongin. he closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled.

"first and foremost, i won't say that we, well, screwed since i don't feel anything at the lower half of my body. we probably just passed out last night. and you were the one that kissed me first," minho glared at chan.

"second of all, im not straight? i've never said that. third, im not closeted. i came out to my parents when i was 17."

jeongin's mouth was agape. "you came out— but why did you hate gays so much?"

"i don't hate them. i just... feel disgusted i guess?" minho said, going more timid after each words he said.

"can i ask why, if you're comfortable telling?" chan asked. minho looks at him, a bit taken aback since this man in front of him got a bit too caring for someone he'd only met a few times throughout his entire life.

minho sighed, for the nth times.

"so back when i was 15..."

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