Hyung's Lover boy

He lied.

I looked up to see him, tears filling my eyes, and I couldn't control them. I found his face unreadable, but there was guilt in his expression, and my heart sank. He was looking down, those expressions tearing me apart as my tearful eyes stayed on him. What's wrong with hyung? Does he hate raising me? Has he started to hate me? Does he hate me because I'm gay? What's with the guilty expression? Those looks were killing me, and I wished I could take my words back because it was really tearing me apart. He's the last person I ever wanted to feel guilty around. A pang built in my heart, and my hands started to shake, fearing that he would hate me after this. I was ready to do anything, but I couldn't bear his hatred. What have I done to myself?

"Hyung..." I stood up, my body trembling, while his expression remained unchanged, and it was all killing me inside. I gathered more courage and slowly raised my hand to cup his face. Maybe after this, I won't get another chance to touch him. Worse, what if he rejects my touch after what I've said to him? I'm scared, but I didn't stop myself. I signed up for the worst when I decided to tell him the truth. I deserve his rejection if he doesn't reciprocate my feelings.

I was about to cup his face in my palm when the sudden opening of the door broke our eye contact. I saw Mrs. Park there; she rushed toward me as soon as she saw me and hugged me. I let her. She started to cry, and I didn't know what to say or do next. It wasn't the first time Mrs. Park hugged me. With the door ajar, left open unintentionally by Mrs. Park, I could see Mr. Park wasn't sleeping. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at me. Lisa wasn't there, and I wondered what was wrong. Their faces told me they had been crying for hours. Had something bad happened before I arrived? I hugged Mrs. Park back and tried to soothe her, but she became more upset, crying into my chest. I had never seen the Park household like this before—it felt like they were mourning.

I wiped my remaining tears with my sleeves as Mrs. Park broke the hug, looking at my tearful eyes. I was afraid she would ask me what was wrong, but instead, she wiped my tears without asking. I looked at Mr. Park, who seemed zoned out. Mrs. Park dragged me into the house, and honestly, I didn't feel one bit good. It wasn't just their intense actions—there was something that made my heart scream to run away, to make up any excuse. But I've never lied to Jimin hyung, and I couldn't start now.

"I'm sorry, son, if you feel like you're being dragged into this," Mrs. Park started while I sat beside her. Jimin hyung was sitting in front of me, avoiding eye contact. His fingers tapped continuously on his thigh, and I could tell he was deep in thought, a habit he had when he was thinking hard. Was he thinking about me? Or was he thinking about how to call off this marriage Mrs. Park had arranged for me with their daughter? Because hyung knew I loved him, didn't he?

"I didn't know when she became like that... I feel so ashamed to even call her my daughter after knowing what she is." Mrs. Park wiped her tears as she spoke. I looked at her curiously—what had Lisa done? Did they catch her smoking? Was that why they were so eager to marry her off? They finally find out that she is a smoker. "I'm ashamed to have given birth to such a person. Is she even human anymore? Oh God, please forgive me for bringing such a person into this world." Mrs. Park cried harder, looking up for divine forgiveness, and I realized this was much worse than I could comprehend.

"Thank the Lord for giving me this son," Mrs. Park raised her hand toward Jimin hyung. For a moment, our eyes met, and silence filled the space. Hyung's expression shifted, something missing from his face. His eyes were teary too. I didn't realize my fists had tightened, but I couldn't bear to see tears in his eyes. I wanted to stand up and grab my man in my arms, but Mr. Park interrupted.

"Jungkook, do you still want to marry Lisa?" Mr. Park finally spoke, directing the question to me. My eyes remained fixed on hyung, pleading with him to speak, because now he knew, didn't he? He knew I loved him in a way that wasn't normal. Whatever issue they had with Lisa, even if they had caught her smoking and wanted her to marry someone else, I didn't want to be that person. And I knew she didn't want me like that either.

My eyes stayed on hyung, waiting for him to cancel the marriage. I couldn't refuse hyung, but I could at least tell Mr. and Mrs. Park that I loved someone without revealing it was their son, that someone is Park Jimin himself. I could see hyung was thinking about something. "Actually, Uncle, I love—" I couldn't finish before hyung interrupted me.

"He loves Lisa. He wants to marry her. He told me already," Hyung said, and my eyes locked on his, unable to believe what he had just told them. He lied? He lied to them, knowing I loved him. I wanted to argue, but then I saw the tears in his eyes, and I tightened my jaw, hung my head low, and let a few tears fall onto my pants. I would jump over the mountain for him without even thinking twice if he asked me so, then who was I to fight back when he looked at me with those eyes?

But I gripped my fist tighter, holding back the emotions screaming inside my heart. My hyung had wronged me, but had he really? Tears continued falling, one after the other. He needed to know what I truly felt for him because I wouldn't marry anyone else but him. I wouldn't force him to marry me. I'd spend my life alone if he rejected me, but I wouldn't ruin anyone else's life because I had already given myself to him. Only him.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. and Mr. Park blessed me for marrying Lisa, and my eyes remained fixed on hyung, wanting to know why he lied. How could he lie about something I never said? Hyung avoided my stares, and when Mr. and Mrs. Park left us alone, I couldn't stop looking at him. He was about to leave for his room, but I rushed toward him and grabbed his wrist. He turned to me, but his eyes still wandered, looking everywhere except at me.

"Why?"

He finally looked up and said something I couldn't believe. "Lisa is a lesbian."