My Roommate Is Gay?

Two

Jimin's Pov

Yoongi. I need to call him. I need to vent and fast. If I don't, I'm going to explode. Its been two weeks since Jungkook and I have met and he won't give up. Smacking the Jibooty, rubbing his crotch on my ass, in general, being VERY sexual and unfriendly. 

I wanted my roommate to be a friend, not a very annoying sexually frustrated guy. 

I pulled my phone out and texted Yoongi.

SacReDTeMPLeJiBOOty: Hey Yoongz! I need help. My roommate is a bit...forward, and I don't know what to do.                                                                                                                                                                                         Sent

TheSwegGod: Jimin, you know I'm not good with helping others. I'm only good at comebacks. So, how is your roommate forward? Didn't you want him to be your friend? To make friends, you need to be forward.                                                                                                     Sent

I groaned. Yoongi, Why do you have to be my only friend? You are no help when I need it.

SacReDTeMPLeJiBOOty: Plz? Help. I have no other friends other than you. You know that. Sooo...Pls. He's gay and keeps hitting on me. Your Gay right? Help me.

TheSwegGod: Yes, I'm gay, but that doesn't mean I force myself on to someone I don't know. But you know what, I'll come over and help. I seriously am going to need a nap after this.

 Thank God. I get out of bed and open the door. "Jungkook. I have a friend coming over. Make sure you are presentable. Please." Jungkook peaked his head from the kitchen door frame. The sight of him nearly made me fall onto the floor laughing. "Jungkook. Why do you have noodles in your hair? And why are you wearing a shirt as pants?" Jungkook sighed.

"The cup of noodles I was making exploded. My boxers and pants are all in the wash. I didn't have a shirt that could cover to at least my knees, so I used a shirt to cover up. I can take it off if you want." I screeched at his last comment. "No. Don't take the shirt off. Take a shower. I'll clean your mess up.

Jungkook walked out and went to the bathroom while I went to the kitchen. What I saw was...How do I describe it? Unbelievable. There were noodles everywhere. The redness of the sauce was all over the counters and cabinets, staining them. "What the actual Fuck. How can someone making noodles make this type of mess?"

It's been well over thirty minutes before the doorbell rang. "Coming!!" I said. When I opened the door, I saw Yoongi in sweatpants and a white shirt. His hair messily flopped over the bandana.

"Sorry Jimin. I fell asleep after texting you. I didn't want to change, so I just walked over." Yoongi lived a block away from me. We used to go to school together in Busan after he moved from Daegu. After high school, he moved to Seoul and went to school here. Whereas, I stayed in Busan to go to college. We stayed in touch though, hints why he is standing here today.

"It's okay. Come in. Jungkook is changing." We walked in and sat in the living room. "So, who is this Jungkook guy? I mean all you said was that he was gay and was being very forward."

"He is the most annoying person I've ever met. He even made a humongous mess in the kitchen making microwavable noodles." I sighed. Jungkook is something else. "Is this your friend Jimin?" Speak of the devil.

"Jungkook, this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Jungkook. Say hi to each other." When Jungkook's eyes met Yoongi's, they both smiled. "Hey there, you want some Korean beef? You look like someone loves to eat beef. Especially Korean Beef." At this statement, Jungkook's eyes widened. I looked at Yoongi and pouted. "You never by me Korean beef," I whined out.

"I don't buy you Korean beef because I'm already friends with you." He said as he looked back at Jungkook. "So, you in or not?" 

"I'm totally in. I haven't had Korean beef in...." He started to count his fingers, "..Six months? Wait, that's wrong. Six days." Jungkook smiled, and I started to complain. "Yoongi, I haven't had Korean beef in two months. Bring me, please."

After doing an awful aegyo and offering both of them a day of whatever they wanted to do, I was finally invited to Korean beef night.

"So Jungkook, how many relationships have you been in," Yoongi said to start a conversation. "Counting girls and boys or just boys?" Jungkook questioned. "Both."

"Well, I've been with one girl and two guys." "Cool, Cool. I've been with three guys and zero girls. I've known I was gay since my day of birth." Yoongi said while adding the word 'swag' at the end. Jungkook had responded with a cool and looked at me. "What about you sexy? Any guys, Oh, sorry. You're not gay."

I looked at them, then looked back down. "None," I said quietly. "What did you say. I couldn't hear you." I looked straight at him and said, "None." He smiled.

"How do you know you're not gay then. I mean, I never knew I was gay until I fucked a dude. Try it. It's eye-opening." I looked at Yoongi. Smiled and said,  "Or you could try and be the one fucked. I was always the one on the bottom. Thinking about being on top, It makes me think I'm fucking a girl. But you never know. I see you as a bottom along with me."

Oh my God, Yoongi. I didn't give you a look of 'explain more.' I gave you the look of 'Help me out of this explanation.' 

What am I doing with my life?

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What up. I Think I am only going to update this one today. One, Because I'm tired. And two, because I'm lazy. Oh. Best Hoe, I think I will dedicate this whole book to you. Don't ask why I feel like it. Boo bye.

Word Count: 1014