"I like you, and it sucks to think that I've never realised it before until now."
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Miya and Jimin are the best of friends, they keep each others secrets and known each other better than everyone else... how can I say that? Miya knows a secret t...
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"I know you and Jimin's secret, Miya..."
I felt my eyes enlarged. I examined her features and she seemed completely serious about it.
Does she really know that Jimin is gay? Oh lord.
I am now trembling with anxiousness as I am impatiently awaits for the next words that will stumble out of her mouth.
"Y-you d-do?" I asked, completely stammering.
Her serious expression was replaced by a playful smirk, "You two, are best friends with benefits, right?"
uhhh, what?
I gave her a confused look, "Best friends with what? With benefits?" I chucked lightly, "Uh? Of course? we benefit each other, that's what best friends are for, right?"
Her mouth flew open as she looked at me in amusement. A small smile was plastered on her lips, "I meant, sex buddies, Miya! You are Jimin's sex buddy!"
I instantly scanned the café, as I sulk mentally in utter embarrassment that this girl is giving me.
I sips the coffee, calming myself down as I struggled to respond, "What makes you say that?" I asked, looking at her with wide eyes.
She shrugged as she sat back in her chair, "A lot of people talks about it... I'm just really curious that's why I had to ask. That was just a guess, but if it's wrong, and you two really are just friends, well, okay..."
I released a deep sigh, still stunned by her reasons.
"So, you were asking? I mean, it was a question? " She nodded as an answer. "Then why are you saying it like you're accusing me and Jimin as sex buddies? You're saying it as if it was a fact. It didn't came out as a question, okay? I'm offended!" I whined. "And he's my best friend, I wouldn't survive this long if it wasn't for him. Stop believing in everything you heard without giving away a proof that your accusations are true..."
I sat back at my chair and turn to my side, drinking my coffee, sulking. "It's not nice to make up stories about someone who hadn't done anything wrong at all..."
