Jung Hoseok.
As I finally escaped my parents grasp,
I pointed at the girl accusingly and asked,
"Who's that?"
My parents smiled.
"Oh her? She's going to be your girlfriend from now on. We realized you're probably too lonely without a girlfriend, so we brought a friend along."
I stared.
"Wait what?"
My mother rolled her eyes.
"I said, she's going to be your girlfriend from now on."
I glared at her.
"I don't want a girlfriend."
My mother returned the glare.
"I'm your mother, there's no avoiding it. Now be friendly."
I sighed before walking over to the girl.
I held my hand out and coldly stated,
"The name's Hoseok. Jung Hoseok."
She giggled happily and shook my hand.
"My name's Grace. If you were wondering why I have an English name, it's because my mother is from America, and my father's Korean. Treat me well!"
Gosh, this girl is way too happy for her own good.
I tugged at her hand and dragged her inside my house.
Because my mom made me.
Of course.
My mother commanded me to bring the girl to my room,
and so I did.
And then I remembered Jungkook was there.
Well shit.
The minute we set foot through the door, Grace pointed at Jungkook.
"Who's that? He's a bit off but I like it."
I lay down next to Jungkook, using his arm as a pillow.
"A friend."
Grace stared at him dreamily while taking slow steps toward Jungkook.
She leaned over him, and poked the tip of his nose.
"You're cute."
Jungkook just stared at the ceiling.
I decided for the situation to play out.
She slowly ran her fingers over Jungkook's clothed chest,
and slowly towards his abs,
and slowly towards his crotch,
Jungkook didn't even stop her.
His left arm was rested under my neck and his right was under his own head.
He didn't move.
When Grace's hand finally reached the waistline of his jeans,
Jungkook stated matter-of-factly,
"I'm gay you slut."
I was about to burst into laughter and so I buried my face into Jungkook's side, muffling my chuckles.
I knew he was pan but Grace didn't know.
Jungkook pulled me closer to his side and wrapped his arms around my waist protectively to annoy her even more.
Grace removed her hand and frowned.
She stared for a bit then said,
"Hey, didn't I see you at a supermarket before?"
Jungkook just kept his cool and just said,
"Yea, that's why I don't go there anymore."
She averted her eyes to the space on the bed next to Jungkook and tried again,
"Hey, is this seat empty?"
Jungkook turned his head towards the spot casually, and looked back at the impatient girl.
"Yes, and this one will be if you sit down."
Grace ignored him and lay down dangerously close to Jungkook and whispered into his ear,
"So baby, what's your sign?"
Jungkook didn't even flinch, just snorted annoyedly,
"Do not enter."
Grace couldn't take it anymore,
and I couldn't either.
Except I couldn't take it because I was dying of laughter.
Grace was furious.
She brought her hand down on Jungkook's face,
making a red mark on his cheek.
But he didn't seem to be hurt at all.
Jungkook's eyes flicked back to Grace,
"Woah woah woah, is that how you treat strangers?"
Grace fumed even more, and she stormed downstairs.
To my parents.
