STRANGERS FOR YEARS, THREE NIGHTS AS FRIENDS

˗ˏˋ A TASTE TO REMEMBER 'ˎ˗

"...So, Seven, did you figure it out?"

"Figure out what?"

"That you're...gay??"

It hadn't even been five minutes since Seven and Kenji had returned to the room after their lengthy conversation outside. Seven was so engaged in the chat that he forgot Kenji made up an absurd excuse to talk to him. He didn't have enough time to think about his sexuality, and to be honest, he never thought about it at all. So, what was he expected to say if that was the case?

Before settling his gaze on Prosper, the detective cast a disdainful glance toward Kenji and coughed into his elbow.

"...I don't know?" he said with a perplexed tone.

Wouldn't his answer sound a bit odd? After all that time spent outside, there's no way that he would be that confused about his sexuality. Why did Kenji make up that excuse anyway? It put him in a tough and awkward position.

The detective rubbed the back of his neck while a deadpan expression was plastered over his face. The tension that hung in the air was filled with awkwardness—the sounds of throats clearing and inaudible mumbles making it feel absolutely unbearable.

With that, Prosper nodded his head with uncertainty before he glanced at Kenji, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Kenji himself forgot that he had made up the excuse as well. A sheepish smile danced on his lips as a nervous chuckle escaped him. "I guess he's just a little confused."

"Kenji, I have a feeling that whatever you said to Seven wasn't helpful at all," Prosper said with a sarcastic tone, "you're probably making him question himself more."

While Prosper and Kenji continued to talk about Seven's unknown sexuality, Seven began to question himself. His glues were glued to the ground, completely inside his own world. Was there ever a time when he was attracted to a boy? Or anyone? He couldn't pinpoint a time when he had those types of feelings considering how he was stuck inside his workplace for half of his life.

He didn't have a lot of friends back then that he found attractive. But did the appearance really matter? Seven left those 'friends' within a week, ghosting them. So what about now?

Kenji,

Prosper,

What about them?

Just thinking about it was weighing his mind along with other things. Seven didn't know that it was this difficult to actually figure it out. As his mind stirred for more solutions, a thought came to mind. A thought that he impulsively said out loud.

"Guys, if I were to kiss a man, would that help me figure out if I'm homosexual?"

...

The two individual's mouths stopped running, their eyes slowly settling on the detective. It looked as if he said something...out-of-pocket, which he did, but still. It might've been the process of Seven allowing himself to be a bit more comfortable. After all, the two had only known him for two or three days and didn't know a lot about him.

With a raucous tone, the black-blonde-haired man responded. "...If you like the kiss then yeah, dude. You're pretty fucking gay."

"It depends if you like it or not, Seven..." the shorter man commented, fidgeting with his fingers.

"In that case, Kenji, may I test it on you?"

"What?!"

Kenji's jaw dropped incredibly low in shock. His eyes widened while his eyebrows were raised. It was like he saw someone get run over or something, or somebody who confesses their secret out of nowhere. And what Seven said was on that level.