TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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~ Jeongin ~

Lia was lying on her back, resting on her phone. I was comfortably settled between her legs, not in a sexual way, scrolling on my phone as well.

Apparently no one knows we're dating, even though it's been going on for almost a year. We don't put in any effort to keep it secret. I guess we both just keep to ourselves more than share everything.

She had been away for two weeks in Malaysia because her close cousin passed away. We missed each other, so decided not to wait until the weekend. I actually have school tomorrow. I dread it, of course.

"You're making a sour face."

"How can you see?" I strain my neck to look at her in my peripheral vision.

"Your face reflecting on your phone screen." She taps her head. "I know. I'm a genius."

"Sure." We both chuckle a bit and she laces her fingers through my hair to play with it.

"So what's wrong? Why're you making that face?"

I close my eyes in bliss. She's basically giving me a scalp massage. "Just thinking about how there's school tomorrow. And the next day. And the next."

"Ah. Yeah. Very unfortunate." She thrashes her hand around in my hair to mess it up. "You have friends, though. Having friends makes it survivable for me, at least."

"Jisung and Sam? Yeah. They're cool. Jisung's like in love with Sam, though, so it's weird. And Sam literally dislikes us both. I think he just wants to be left alone to hateful suffering."

She laughed. I love that sound. "Yeah. Sam's pretty.. I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe he has a hard home-life?"

"Well.. I have no idea. His dad left them a while ago. Maybe that's it."

"Jisung's in love with Sam, though?" She spoke as if we were gossiping, which we kind of were.

"Definitely. They've been besties since Sam first moved here. Jisung is also touchy and like sweet to Sam. He doesn't do that to me."

"Does Sam act the same?" She was playfully sticking her hands in my face now. I brought my tongue out to catch her hand and she gasped and ripped it away when they touched.

"Kind of..? Barely, but just enough. Sam is probably just flustered that Jisung acts that way and doesn't really feel the same." I laid my head down on her stomach and smiled up at her. How did I get so lucky?

"That's tough. Is Jisung gay, though. I probably shouldn't ask, but has he said anything?"

"Nope. Not a word."

"Well. Who knows."

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Jisung and I had once again "followed Sam home", as Sam likes to put it. We wanted to chill inside, though, so we all settled on his couch with remotes in our hands. Fortnite. Not really a favorite, but Jisung is obsessed.

"Let me win this time." Jisung practically flailed around as if that transferred into his efforts at the video game. He liked the game, but sucked at it. Must have a degradation kink.

"It's hard to do worse than you, though. It's like you're trying to suck." Sam was playing calmly, which is odd. You'd expect someone who had anger issues to get competitive, but that wasn't the case. He was in the lead by far, anyways.

I was placed after him. I'm decent at video games. I don't play that often in my free time, so there's not much to flex.

The game ended and Jisung flopped onto Sam dramatically. "Noooooo~" His face was scrunched up.

Sam looked down at him, since Jisung's head was in the older's lap. The expected annoyed expression showed up at the skinship. "You suck at Fortnite. It's a fact. Why challenge it?" He nonchalantly pushed the younger off of him and onto the floor.

"Ow!!" Jisung rubbed his head and glared at Sam. "Rude."

I rolled my eyes. The conversation I had with my girlfriend came to mind. Jisung is down bad. "Can y'all stop flirting?" I said it quietly because there was a chance that Sam would get mad.

He did. I've never seen his head turn to me that fast. The anger practically radiated off of him. It's not that deep. Chill.

"I'm not a fucking fag!! What the fuck!?" He spoke through clenched teeth. I tried to ignore the fear that he might launch at me.

I dared to glance at Jisung, who winced at the slur. Sam uses it a lot, but that doesn't make it less vulgar.

"I was just playing. I know. Geez."

"Well it's not fucking funny. I'm not gay. Jisung's not gay. Get it through your fucking skull."

When did Jisung say he's not gay? Literally never. The way he spoke brought anger to a boil inside of me as well. Why's he being so defensive about a joking comment? Who fucking cares if he's even gay? Or even if he's not!

I stood up and stared down at him angrily. "You need to get a grip, dude. Stop being so fucking pissed and sensitive all the time. And, stop being so goddamn homophobic, will ya? It's not that deep. It's so fucking exhausting to hang out with someone who treats everyone like shit and acts like he's better than anyone else!"

I went to storm out but he stomped behind me and thrashed me back to face him. I should have expected it since I yelled at the Sam. His fist connected with my jaw and I was knocked right to the ground.

Sure, I could talk back, but no way I'm going to fight him. I pulled myself up only when Jisung grabbed Sam and shoved him to the couch to stop him from throwing a punch a second time. I gasped and failed to hold in small tears. I shouldn't be crying when I brought this upon myself.

I stumbled to the front door and whipped it open. A few minutes of walking later, the shock faltered and I realized Jisung was left behind. I had no idea whether I should be worried or not. Would Sam hurt him?