TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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~ Jisung ~

"We'll see." That's all I had to go off of. That's all Jeongin relayed to me after he spoke to Sam. Literally all he said when I asked if he even spoke to Sam at all: "Yep." He didn't give me any details at all.

I decided I wasn't gonna see. Sure, I'll go to the party and third wheel, but I have no expectation of seeing Sam.

The party is actually starting in an hour. It's only five minutes by car, so I have plenty of time. I'm currently just chilling on my couch since today is a Saturday. How lucky can someone get that Halloween falls on a Saturday?

A text dinged on my phone. A number I didn't recognize. I pressed my thumb to the home button to unlock it and the message showed up.

Pick me up on your way.

I racked my brain to figure out who texted me. I know like nobody at school, so it could be anyone.

Sorry, who is this? I don't have this number saved. I replied briefly, setting the phone back down to continue my game.

It dinged a few minutes later.

I broke my phone and got a new number. You already have my old number saved.

I groaned and considered blocking the person. I can't pick up someone if I don't know who to pick up.

You're not gonna get that ride if you don't say who you are.

I lightly threw my phone to a bean bag and decided to ignore it until the end of my game of Fortnite. Surprisingly, I lost, even though I usually lose anyways.

Chillll. It's Sam.

My heart stopped. Sam? He's actually gonna go?? With me?! And I have to rude in my car with him!?

My head spun a bit. I felt fear enter my system. After what happened with the joking gay comment from Jeongin, I realized Sam is genuinely and violently homophobic. To another level.

It scares me. Now all I can think of is: What if I slip up or do something too much and he realizes I like him?

Because I like him so much. And that scares me so much.

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I didn't reply to tell him a time or confirm anything. I just showed up five minutes before the party started and honked my horn three times. I was rushing to get ready, but realized it's a huge party, so no one cares if you show up on time or three hours late.

He came out of his front door and opened the passenger one, sliding right on in. I remember the last time I went through that doorway in his house. Hurts.

"Hi," he sang with a goofy smile. My brain short-circuited. We haven't spoke in over a month and he just casually acts like things have never been better?

"H-Hi," I stumbled, choking on my saliva. It's hard to ignore how unsafe I feel with him. To ignore how any second I could trigger him and he can hurt me. And he will hurt me.

"Elsa?"

I nodded. He can't be judging. He was dressed up in overly patriotic American attire. "American?"

"Yep. Do I look good?"

He's never asked that before. Genuinely. It shouldn't surprise me, such a normal question, but he seriously never asks that. Not to me, nor Ayen. He is always just careless and confident.

"Uh— Yeah." I averted my eyes and backed out of the driveway. The party started by now, but, once again, it doesn't matter. What does matter, though, is that I don't know if I want to spend so much alone time with Sam. I'm scared.