STORM.

☹forty nine

here we all sat,

in that god damn coffee shop.

and here i sat,

waiting for the right moment.

i was ready to do it.

i was ready to admit it.

this was going to be easy.

i've already lost so much.

everything i wanted was gone,

so i might as well stop pretending like everything is fine.

"i have to say something." my eyes met with yours, so i looked down.

"is something wrong?" hoseok frowned as he saw my expression.

i wasn't pretending anymore.

i was completely done.

now, my tone was different, my face was emotionless and my heart was in more pain than ever.

"i'm done being someone i'm not. i'm kim taehyung, i'm gay and now i'm prepared for you to hate me."

no one spoke at first, but i felt someone tug on my sleeve.

i didn't want to look at you.

not because i hated you,

or i was mad at you,

but rather because it hurt too much.

"so that means that day when we got that gay couple kicked out..."

namjoon bit his lip in thought.

"do it if you want to. i mean, here we are. get your social justice." my eyes challenged him.

"we wouldn't do that, you're our friend." seokjin shook his head.

all i could do is laugh.

"friends? you don't even know me."

"taehyung, why are you being like this?" yoongi sighed at my attitude change.

"who do you think i am? some idiot who likes making jokes all day? some optimistic child who smiles all the time while letting others take advantage of him? this is me. i don't make jokes and i don't smile. you don't know me."

done with the conversation, i stood up to leave.

someone grabbed my sleeve again.

"i'm sorry."

tears were falling down your cheeks.

though i didn't want to, my eyes softened.

"y-you let me know who you were so long ago and i still made you feel as though you were alone."

"jungkook, leave me alone."

i gently grabbed your hand to move it, but you're other hand cupped over mine.

"i can't."

and for once,

i wasn't the one had had broken down.