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Yoongi

The mint-haired boy slammed his phone onto his sheets and shrugged his head into his hands. His shoulders shook in silent sobs as tears streamed down his milky face, falling into his open mouth which gasped for air as the panic set into his body.

The bright light from his open phone shone through the gloomy atmosphere of the dense room, three words marring the white dms with undisguised horror. And oh what a lie those three words were. But he'd typed them and sent them and Jungkook had already read Yoongi's mistake. A mistake he made in cowardly fear and rash decision making.

I'm not gay.

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