Hyung's Lover boy

Choice is yours.

"Why are you doing this, Jungkook-shi?" he started while caring for my wound because I was getting stitches from Lisa. We were close to each other; it was the first time I came to Hyung's room, and it was also the first time he allowed me in. His eyes were on my cheek while he had already given me an ice pack for my stomach, which really helped relieve the pain. He kept trying to look somewhere else instead of into my eyes, but he knew it was hard for him to hide from me. I had already told you that I know him better than I know myself, and those eyes were different when he looked toward me at the balcony, the last time.

"Are you falling in love with me, Hyung?" I finally asked, breaking the silence I had been holding as I watched his every move. I liked it when he cared about me, and I loved it when I was around him. There was no way I could misunderstand those beautiful ocean eyes of my man. I wanted to know what he was feeling, and his feelings were my priority, more important than my own.

He looked up as soon as the words hit him, the cotton bud still over my cheek, and our eyes met. I was right—those eyes were different, and I hoped it was a good sign because I knew they no longer held guilt or hatred for me. I reached forward to touch his right cheek, and believe me, the tears that welled up in his eyes made me cry too. I'm sensitive when it comes to my man, but he immediately looked away, avoiding eye contact again.

"Hyung, I love you, and I always will," I started. This time, I was going to tell him the truth because I knew I wasn't going to marry Lisa, not even at the cost of my life. If something happened, I'd rather die.

"Jungkook-shi, listen, honey," he tried, raising his hands to my face while putting back the cotton bud back to the bed, then threading them through my hair. One of his hands was locked in my hair, and my heart started to race. That's how easily he made me feel like I was in heaven. This man was magical, and I didn't even know what to say anymore because my whole body was covered in goosebumps because of him. His stares were fixed on me, but his expression was again hard to read. "I'm sorry for kissing you that night. I caused all of this, I was the one at the blame, can we forget the kiss and move on, our life" he said again, biting his lower lip for a second.

"Don't do that. I want to kiss you, Hyung," I admitted the truth right then because it was true. The way he bit his lower lip and made it a little wet made me crave those lips on mine, and my gaze was already there.

That's when Hyung realized the position we were in, and he backed off, his hands leaving my tangled hair. But I stayed as I was before. One of his hands remained close to my cheek, still treating my wound. "I never knew, Jungkook-ah, that you desired all this. You're just a child—you don't have any idea how life, society, or the world works."

I didn't let him finish. I left where I was sitting and knelt before him as he sat on the bed. I looked up, his hands now resting on his thighs, and I cupped them in mine.

"Hyung, I—I love you. Not just because you kissed me, but I've loved you for a very long time," I said, maintaining eye contact because I wanted him to know I was speaking from my heart. This time, I wouldn't let it slide away so easily.

"Every time you broke up with a girlfriend, I celebrated as if it was my chance," I chuckled at my own stupidity. "How stupid I used to be, because I was in love with you even when you kissed your second girlfriend. I cried the whole night but never told you because I hoped that one day you would feel the same way. I prayed every night to every god that you would fall in love with me." I rubbed my hands over a few tears that had already fallen from my eyes. Hyung was crying even more than I was, and it warmed my heart. He looked so cute when he cried like a child.

"I always waited for you to turn toward me, but when you always did, it was never with the eyes I always craved," I smiled, wiping my tears with the hem of my shirt before reaching up to wipe Hyung's tears with the back of my hand.

"My love is for you, and you are my love. I don't care what others think about my feelings because my feelings are for you, not for them. You decide whether to love me or not, and I will respect all your decisions, love," I confessed determinedly, while his tears kept falling. I knew then that he understood how much I loved him, and he was no longer blaming himself for what had happened.

"And, Hyung, I am a twenty-seven-year-old man who knows how the world works. I suffered through more than half of my childhood, and the world just passed me by without helping. I can handle this fake world—my real world is you." I wiped his tears again, which were falling onto my other hand. "I understand that your parents would hate you if they found out about us, but that's okay. I don't want you to worry," I said, finally cupping his cheek with one hand and feeling its warmth.

"I would tell them that I'm into boys, but please let me," I asked with a warm smile because I wanted his permission before doing anything. I could bear everyone's hate, but not his. "Please, let me tell the world who I am. I won't tell them it's you, but let me be free, Hyung. Let me be myself, free from all the fake smiles I wear every day without any emotions behind them. Let the world know who I really am." I pulled his head toward my lips and kissed him. He looked at me with those ocean eyes, deep in thought and trying to deny me.

"What about your parents? They're going to hate you for this," he said, worried about me more than himself, which broke my smile again. He was so cute and handsome that I never wanted to take my eyes off his face. I also wanted to kiss those cheeks so badly.

"They already know. They had a second chance to prove they understood me, and they did great." I gave him my bunny smile, even as tears filled my eyes from how free I felt after telling him the truth about my feelings. I finally felt free. His eyes widened in shock at the revelation that my parents knew I was gay. No, Hyung was wrong—they knew I was in love with him, which was essentially the same thing.

"But—" I interrupted him again.

"Hyung, I give you my heart. If you break it into a million pieces, I'll collect them and give it to you again. You can keep it with yours, and I'll cherish it. It's all your choice, and I will respect it for the rest of my life," I continued as I stood up, Hyung staring at me as I looked down at him. I smiled one last time.

"But you're not allowed to give it to anyone else," I finally told him, my jaw tightening at the memory of him lying about me wanting to marry Lisa.

"Hyung, I am not a five-year-old child. I am a twenty-seven-year-old grown man, and I can protect you from the world. I just want to be yours. Give me a chance, Hyung, please," I requested, and he looked at me with tearful eyes and trembling lips. I was softening, but I held myself back because this was about him.

"I'll wait for you. Either you message me before the wedding to tell me that I can reveal who I am, or I will tell everyone at the wedding hall who I am in love with," I said, my puffy eyes serious because I was dead set on it. I was not going to cry my whole life because of society's norms.

"The choice is yours." And with that, I left, leaving my love behind.