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14: gay

Jimin POV

• "Gay," he whispered. "You're gay."

My eyes shifted downward. I couldn't keep defending my sexuality. No, scratch that. I was lying, not defending. And he was my friend. I don't care that I wanted him in a way friends wouldn't, but he was my friend.

So I nodded numbly.

"Why didn't you tell..?"

I shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

I shook my head.

"What is it then?"

I looked up at him, hard in the eye. My jaw clenched, my hands turned into fists. "Fine, I like you. Gee, I want to fuck you. But you're straight." I threw my hands in the air. "Why did I even try? What's the point??"

"Jimin—"

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying this. Guess I don't have any fucking manners, right?"

"Shut up," Jungkook growled. "I was going to support you. I don't know what I am, either. But you just have to be like this. Thinking straight boys are stupid and douches. Huh? Is that what this is??"

I stumbled back, banging into the wall and wincing. I was afraid that I was going to cry. Spill my tears like a crybaby. Minnie would come home to a damp and cold apartment.

"No," he continued. "Don't act all submissive after what you have said." I spotted the tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall. "I'm leaving. And it's only been a few minutes. You were better through a screen."

The last words cut into me, making me spill blood onto the floor, but it wasn't blood. They were feelings.

He took his suitcase, walked out, and slammed the door behind him. •

mochi🍡: could you come home early?
mini: sure..? y?
mochi🍡: I feel like an ass
mini: tell me when I get there. in five minutes.