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'Is Yoongi horny?'
Was the first thought that came to my mind. I opened my mouth to speak, but the shock prevented any words to come out.
But it didn't end there, shock quickly turned to embarrassment and my ears turned red.
I had the hopes of it being a lame joke, so I turned to face Yoongi, having the picture of him laughing at me.
All I was met with though shattered my hopes into pieces. It was a smirking Yoongi, his eyes weren't the same either. They were filled with eager lust.
I got paranoid. This isn't the same Yoongi that was laughing now. It can't be him.
Those eyes filled with lust and eagerness. This smirk so dark you couldn't see through it. His face. His face was not soft and fluffy like the one I know, it was like a demon had taken over Yoongi.
I started moving backwards, "Y-Yoongi? Are y-you ok?"
Each step backwards was followed by a step forward. But suddenly Yoongi turned around, making me face his back.
I couldn't see what he was doing or why he turned so suddenly, but I could make out that he was flustered with something.
His hands clutched his face and rubbed it intensely. I tried to move forward to see what was going on, but before I do, he already turned back to his previous position.
I fell to the ground. His unintentional intact caused me to fall. It wasn't hurtful, but my butt was in pain, that's for sure.
Yoongi lent me his hands for support. I got up and dusted off my clothes. I was scared to see him in that position again, but surprisingly, Yoongi's features were back to normal.
His eyes were filled with softness and his face bright. His mouth turned back into a smile this time.
'It's like he turned into another person.'
I looked at Yoongi, but I just couldn't smile back. I was lost in the thoughts of figuring out what happened to the person standing in front of me.
"Yoongi, what happened to you just a while ago?" I finally asked.
"A while ago?"
"Yeah! You seemed to have been possessed by a demon or something!" I couldn't believe he's playing dumb right now.
"When was that?"
"Yoongi, don't act as if you don't know!"
"I seriously don't!"
"So you're telling me that the change of a pure smile to a lustful smirk is normal?!"
"Lustful smirk....?" Yoongi dragged that last bit as if he was remembering something.
I just stood there waiting with both hands on my hips. Then he suddenly laughed a very fake and awkward laugh, indicating something was not right.
"Oh that was just my acting! Did you like it?" Enthusiasm was clearly audible, but he still had that slightly worried smile on his face.
"Acting? Really? Well that was amazing! I really thought you were another person back there!" I replied with the same enthusiastic tone.
"Yeah, hehe..." still that awkward laugh.
"Shall we go home?" I asked.
"Yes please."
I still don't believe him though. That was no acting. No acting feels so real and intense. No acting makes me get scared of him and back away.
'There's just something not right Min Yoongi, and I wish you'd tell me so that I can help you...'
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–Next Morning–
Jimin woke up late today. His body was really in pain. Be it the bruise on his lower lip or the bruise on his elbow from the cafe fall.
But Jimin was used to pain, either by himself or by him.
So it didn't really bother him as it's supposed to. Jimin let it aside and nevertheless stretched his arms and back, hearing some cracks in the process.
He removed his blanket and went to open the window curtain. Jimin would rather sit in natural lightning than his artificial one. Plus, it's saving him money.
Jimin went to the bathroom to do his business, and continue on with his morning routine.
Splashing water on his face refreshed his skin and the coolness after was calming to him.
His face looked up, staring at his reflection. Maintaining the habit of pointing out all the flaws in his face. Just like every typical morning.
Jimin stopped looking and dragged his head down. Water droplets falling from his face. But not all the droplets tasted normal, some were salty.
Jimin was crying.
He wasn't crying because of his looks and insecurities . But he was crying because he was a coward.
He always wanted to tell them. Always wanted to speak out. But he ended up doing as they said.
He wasn't brave enough to tell his parents about his sexuality. In his parent's eyes, he's a straight handsome man that will marry a pretty woman and have adorable children.
But they couldn't get the hint. Although Jimin tried many times to enlighten them, but they were just blind. Or maybe they saw it but just acted dumb because they didn't want to face it.
Jimin never had the chance to tell them his true identity. In fear that they will abandon him and hate him. In fear that he will be a great disappointment.
Still crying, Jimin took the towel and wiped his face along with his tears. But even after wiping, his face still had salty tears running down both his cheeks.
An hour later, Jimin had stopped crying. Not because he accepted his fate or because he stopped thinking about it. He simply got exhausted from all the pain he was giving his body.
And as Jimin started eating his strawberry jam sandwich, a very brave yet risky idea came to his mind.
He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts very rapidly, he couldn't even keep track of his action.
But he soon found his desired contact. He took a very deep breath, and letting it out slowly before he pressed the 'dial' button.
After four rings, the line picked up.
"Hey mom, I need to talk to you."
A/N:heyyyy guyyysss!! This chapter has many mysteries doesn't it? Well keep tuning to reveal the enchanted secrets.. *cough* ok I'm being to dramatic. But don't forget to VOTE and COMMENT!🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
