TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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~ Minho ~

Jisung clutched tightly to my hoodie sleeve, his hand shaking slightly.

"You good?"

He nodded. "I'm good."

"If you genuinely are that scared, ditch him. Don't confess."

"But I love him. So I'm gonna do it. Besides, you'll save me if anything happens, right?"

I nodded. "Yep. I work out enough that I bet I'm stronger than him."

He smiled. "Me talking to you about other guys doesn't like.. make you jealous or hurt you, does it?"

I smiled back, to assure him that everything is okay. "We were only together for a short time and we didn't get far, so I'm pretty okay. I've moved on."

He nodded and dropped his hand from holding onto me. "I got this. It'll be okay."

We were now at the Hwang home. He took a deep breath before approaching the door and knocking. I stood to the side, slightly behind him.

This might all go wrong simply because he knows me and hates me. I'd feel so bad if Jisung got hurt, physically or mentally, because of my presence.

The door opened a minute later and Sam appeared in loose pajamas. He went to let Jisung in, but paused upon seeing me.

"What the fuck are you doing here? The fag's not home."

I instinctively balled my fists at how hatefully he spoke about Hyunjin. "Hyunjin's not a fag. And I'm here with Jisung."

His eyes went to Jisung, searching the younger's face to see if he'll say I'm lying.

"It's true. Let us in. I wanna talk."

Sam frowned and did so, making a disgusted face at me as I passed.

"What's up? You were just here. Why didn't you talk then?"

We all sat down on the couch, which had a few empty Cup o' Noodles laying around on it.

"Minho. I think I'm fine for now, so can you go in another room while we speak? Then you can come in if you need to, you know."

I nodded and headed behind the dividing wall, now standing in the kitchen. I could hear everything from here, so if Sam does anything, I'll be there.

"Sam."

"What is it? Just say it, dude."

There was a pause and I could imagine Jisung steeling himself for the worst. "I'm your best friend, right?"

Sam almost said yes, but stopped himself. I stood there in confusion. Why's he hesitating? "I guess."

"No. Be honest. I'm not just some kid that follows you around to annoy you. I'm your best friend."

Silence followed, but I assumed Sam nodded.

"You're my best friend. I.." My heartbeat sped up, hoping that nothing bad happens. "I love you, Sam."

Silence. My nails dug into my palms. Say something. Anything.

"That's kinda gay. Just say I'm your friend and leave it at that."

"What's wrong with being gay?" Jisung immediately retorted.

Sam scoffed. "This again?"

"Yeah, this again. You didn't answer last time."

I felt the tension from where I was, distanced from the scene.

"It's wrong."

"According to what? You're not religious, so not God. What's it wrong about?"

Sam snorted. "Didn't I tell you to mind your own fucking business!?" My legs flinched, desperately wanting to go in the room to make sure Sam doesn't hurt Jisung.

"Please tell me why, Sam." His voice was so soft and low that I nearly melted. I could almost feel how much this whole situation has been hurting him.

"It.. It makes people do shit. Dumb shit. Leaving their family shit. Leaving their kids, their wife, their life, just to go fuck some dude. Makes them hit their kids, 'cause they don't care. Makes them do drugs because they're unhappy they decided to go wreck some woman's life rather than stay out of it."

Talk about melting. Sam sounded so hurt, but so eerily sure.

I heard Jisung sigh. "Sam. Your dad was wrong for that. He was so fucking wrong for all the shit he did. He really was. But he would've done it anyways, because he's not a good father. Not because he's gay."

The room went quiet and a small tear slipped down my face. This makes me see Sam in a different light, as well as me realizing all the stuff Hyunjin's been through.

"Why are you talking about my dad.?" Sam sounded so dejected. I peaked and his head was hanging, his hands brushing through his hair in frustration.

"Tell me what made you hate gay people. Where'd you come to this conclusion from?"

Jisung scooted closer and wrapped the older in a hug, nuzzling his head into Sam's neck.

"My dad..."

They sat still for a while, holding each other in solace. I stood still, staring openly with tears silently pooling in my eyes.

"I love you, Sam," Jisung whispered. He pulled away minimally to look into Sam's face. "I love you so much."

They held eye contact for several seconds before Sam mumbled back a "Why?"

Jisung's mouth lit up into a sweet smile. "I know you're such an amazing person beneath the layers you try to put out and the lies. I know you're always trying your best and you're hurting, but you just push on. I know how perfect and loving you are. I just want you to be happy."

Sam's mouth opened slightly to stutter out a phew confused phrases. "Jisung.?"

The latter hummed.

"I... Kiss me?"

Jisung tensed and he blinked thoroughly. "What'd you say!?"

Sam blushed! How's that possible!?!??!?? He made a severely concerned expression before diving into Jisung's lips.

His hand made it around the younger's neck to fumble with the ends of his hair and I almost exclaimed in shock.

Sam looked so into it. He put his other hand on Jisung's lower hip, pulling him closer.

I felt like a perv, watching them suck face, until Jisung hummed and pulled away to breathe. His eyes locked on Sam's and I almost wished he looked at me like that when we had kissed back then.

Without pause, they both jumped right back in to a rushed kiss.

I decided things were getting weird, so I tiptoed towards the front door, where I could make my escape to.

I glanced back and they were intensely making out, fingers gliding through hair, bodies pushed together and practically sitting on each other's lap.

I turned and left with a scattered brain. Once the door shut, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What.. The.?" I shook my head and sauntered off.