i'm not gay; myg + pjm

Chapter Eleven

Jin slowly walked downstairs, even after resting he still didn't feel good. He saw Namjoon sitting on the couch staring at the wall.

Without even looking, Namjoon noticed Jin's presence, "Are you feeling any better?" Jin looked down at his fingertips, he felt horrible and it wasn't just because of his horrible hangover.

"No," Jin sighed and fustratingly ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you need anything?" Namjoon asked then Jin shook his head.

"Namjoonie, I'm sorry," Jin apologized. Namjoon stood up and then approached Jin, "I know. You don't have to apologize. You were just stressed out, I get it."

"No--" Jin felt a heavy lump in his throat, "I-I meant for everything. I'm sorry that I caused so much trouble, I'm sorry that I'm so stuck up and that I ruined our relationship."

Namjoon sighed, "Jin, I don't care if you cause trouble. That doesn't matter to me because I love you. You aren't stuck up, you're perfect and our relationship isn't ruined. Nothing can ruin our relationship, we have something special. We are forever."

Jin held onto Namjoon's collar then gently placed his pink plump lips against Namjoon's with his eyes closed. As Namjoon closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Jin's waist, their lips moved in sync. The kiss was neat and sweet rather than sloppy and wet, it was satisfying.

Then their lips parted and Namjoon gently pressed his forehead against Jin's, still in the same position. Namjoon smiled that showed both his dimples.

Jin realized that he should've told Namjoon how he felt instead of just keeping it to himself. He wasn't going to let this happen EVER again.

Jimin was lying when he said that he didn't care about Gayoung telling his father that he was gay because he did care. And he was afraid of what his father would think but he loved Yoongi.

Yoongi had left earlier so Jimin was home alone. He wished Yoongi was there with him so he could stop thinking about his parents and Gayoung. Jimin picked up his phone that was on the kitchen counter and texted his boyfriend.

Jimin: I miss you. </3

Yoongi: I miss you too, Jiminnie. I'll be back soon. I love you.

Jimin: I love you too.

Jimin sighed then put his phone back on the counter then someone had rang the doorbell. He walked out of the kitchen and opened the front door, expecting it to be Hoseok or Yoongi but instead it was his own parents. "M-Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" Jimin stuttered, feeling his hands beginning to sweat.

"We're here to set up the wedding and make you propose to Gayoung. We know she came here yesterday, I hope you have gotten to know her better," Mr. Park said and both of his parents walked into the house.

"I'm not proposing to Gayoung. Stop forcing me to do things I don't want to do. I'm a grown man and I have already decided who I want to marry." Jimin raised his tone and slammed the door closed, startling his parents.

The palm of Mr. Park's hand flew across Jimin's face, leaving a red handprint and also a stinging pain. Jimin's eyes watered as he clutched his red right cheek. Mrs. Park stood there silently, not even trying to help her son or having any sympathy.

Someone had rang the doorbell but Jimin stood there flustered, his father hadn't ever hit him. Mrs. Park opened the front door instead, "Who are you?"

"The real question is who are you and why are you in my boyfriend's house?" Yoongi spat then he walked into the house, slightly shoving past the older woman.

"Boyfriend?" Mr. Park looked at Jimin with cold expression and clenched fists. Jimin bit his tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave his eyes but it didn't work. His whole body stiffened as a tear escaped his left eye, sliding down his cheek then off his chin. Then many other tears followed, like a rainfall.

"No--" Jimin denied for his own sake, "He's not."

Yoongi realized the mistake he had made, "Jimin, I'm sorry. I didn't know." He felt guilty, feeling as if he should've kept his mouth shut.

"Leave." Jimin sniffled.

Mr. Park shrugged, "It's not like I'd want to stay with a huge disappointment anyway." Then both Mr and Mrs Park left the house.

Yoongi walked up to the younger and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around Jimin, "I'm here for you." Jimin held onto him tightly as sobbed onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's okay," Yoongi cooed while he stroked Jimin's black hair. Jimin was so thankful for Yoongi and Hoseok, he couldn't imagine his life without them.

Jimin still couldn't help but cry. His parents had meant so much to him, why had they treated him like this?

Yoongi knew that had to be there for Jimin because it was his fault that all of this happened. "This is all my fault, I'm sorry," Yoongi whispered into Jimin's ear.

Jimin shook his head and removed Yoongi's arms and wiped his tears with his sleeve, "It's not your fault that they don't support me. Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But--"

"Shut up," Jimin interrupted and placed his lips onto Yoongi's for a split second. A soft smile spread across Yoongi's face and he chuckled, "You're lucky that I love you because If I didn't I would beat you for telling me to shut up."

Jimin smiled, "I love you too." Yoongi and Hoseok were the only two people that could make him smile in seconds when he was really upset.