i guess i wasn't the headstrong leader i portrayed myself to be on stage.
at least that's not what it seemed right now,
as i curled up on the living room floor,
pulling my knees up to my chest,
as if folding in on myself.
i felt small.
yoongi hyung thought i was in love with a girl. it was because i never mentioned your name, or any fact that i might be in love with a boy.
"you can't tell the manager anything," i said, sniffling.
hoseok hyung had walked out of the shower at some point,
and he now stood on the corridor,
staring on horror at the sight of me.
yoongi hyung looked just as startled.
three years and they had never seen me cry.
and here i am,
kim namjoon,
leader of bts,
on the floor of our living room,
wailing.
"namjoon," hoseok hyung ran over,
he crouched beside me pulling me to a hug.
"what's wrong, yoongi hyu- namjoon hyung!"
great.
now the dongseangs were here too.
"namjoon, don't cry please," hoseok said softly. "you can talk to us."
i know he was trying to help.
i believe all of them would have understood me if i just told them.
but i can't just say it.
i can tell anyone that i,
an idol,
was gay.
that i was in love with you.
like i said,
it could have ruined everything.
so i pushed away hoseok and towered over yoongi hyung,
i snatched away my diary.
"you will never touch my diary,ever again. "
i made sure to slam the door loudly as i walked outside the dorm.
it was one at night and i found myself wandering the streets alone,
thinking about where i went wrong.
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