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Gay (n)
1. Jovial or happy, good-spirited. 2. A homosexual male or female. 3. Often used to describe something stupid or unfortunate. Originating from homophobia. Quite preferable among many teenage males in order to buff up their 'masculinity'.

-Urban Dictionary

J I M I N

"Where did you guys go?" Tae asks when I sit down next to him at lunch.

"What do you mean?"

"Before class started. When Yoongi dragged you off."

"Oh, he took me to a storage closet."

"Why?"

"To find me a broom so that if Beomseok ever comes back, I can wack him with it." I cover, making awkward eye contact with Yoongi.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This group sucks at lying." Hoseok says and Charlotte gives him a look.

"You aren't much better." Charlotte says.

"Yeah, well, I'm pointing out the obvious."

"Well, stop. Anyways, Hoseok-hyung is right. It's obvious that you are lying. So tell me. Where did you go?" Tae asks, resting his head on his hands.

"I told you. The storage closet."

"What did you do in the storage closet?"

"He taught me how to fight a dude off with a broom."

"Was it a broom or your dicks?" Namjoon asks bluntly, receiving a hit to the bicep by Jin.

"It was a broom, Namjoon. Shut your trap unless you want me to get Jin to shut it for you." Yoongi threatens, and Namjoon's open mouth shuts, knowing exactly what that threat would entail.

"Listen, Yoongi and I did nothing, I promise. That would never happen." I say and Yoongi stands up and leaves. Namjoon looks around the table before quickly following his hyung.

"Jimin, you are such a pabo." Jin says, putting his face in his hands.

"Why? All I said was that nothing would ever happen between Yoongi and me. It's not like he's gay. I know he's not gay so I figured it was okay to announce that." I say, getting defensive.

"Ugh, I'm leaving. I can't deal with a closeted man that's in love with my outed best friend." Tae says as he stands to leave, Jungkook on his heels as he walks away.

"I have to go help Joonie. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Jin says as he stands and walks the same direction that the other two did.

"Do you have any idea why Yoongi ran off?" I ask Hoseok, scooting closer to him.

"U-um, me? Me, no, no. I have n-no idea." He says and Charlotte gives him a look.

"I told you that you were bad at lying." Charlotte mutters.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's not my fault I'm bad at it." Hoseok says.

"I'm gonna go." I barely whisper as I stand up to leave. I walk to the garden behind the school where I find a figure leaning up against the wall. I turn to leave, but they call out for me.

"Jimin."

"Yeah?" I ask, turning around to find he's two yards closer than he was.

"What did you mean by there would never be anything between us?" He asks, stilling stepping closer.

"I meant that I knew you weren't gay and I figured that if I put that out there, they would stop teasing us about being together, you know? I didn't know it would upset you so bad." I whisper the last part, but by now he is a foot away so he heard me.

There is a long silence before he asks something that I'm willing to bet my sexuality on that he didn't mean to ask.

"How do you know I'm not gay?"

"I guess I don't know you're sexuality. I just assumed you were straight, you know with being surrounded with so many gays."

"What if I told you I wasn't sure?"

"I would tell you that you need to figure it out before you go off to college." I deadpan.

"Why?"

"Because you need to know what gender to hook up with, duh."

"What if I told you that I enjoyed the company of both genders?"

"I would tell you that that confirmation widens your choices to just about the entire college campus."

"What if I told you that I already had a person in mind?"

"I'd tell you that you needed to be sure that you loved this person and that they loved you before you went off to college."

"Why is everything about college for you?"

"Because that is when I'm really going to get to spread my wings. I won't be caught up in anymore lies, no more stigmas attached. I can meet evil and then begin again the next day. I can bleed, sweat, and cry on my own terms. I can remeet my first love in the reflection. I can stay awake, lost in thought about my mama. I can meet twenty-first century girls that can decypher four things a minute. I can fall in love 1! 2! 3! times. Am I wrong?"

"You don't understand how deep half of that stuff just crawled into me." He says, looking down at me.

"Really? Tell me."

"I write, you know."

"What do you write?"

"Songs. I rap too. I've been told that I'm good at it."

"Can I hear the songs?"

"How about this. You come over a for a few hours on Saturday and then I'll take you to that place I wanted to take you to. Okay?"

"Works for me."

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