𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

47

The night was a haze about my mind as I woke up the next morning. I had faint memories of hearing voices and such, but overall, I think I was too sleep deprived to really remember any detail.

As I slipped out of bed and onto my feet, I threw on a sweater of Namjoon's I had found beside the bed, before lazily trudging down the hallway. As I came into the kitchen, I was met with Jimin. He was seated at the dining table, phone in hand, and with his brows furrowed. His eyes were puffy and pink, and he softly sniffled every few breaths.

I raised a brow and walked to the coffee pot, turning it on and preparing it before I went and sat across from the blond.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard you and Kook last night talking?"

"Y-Yeah..." Jimin's voice was unstable and weak, and sounded heavily of too many sobs and tears. I frowned and stood from my seat to give the boy a hug.

"W-We kinda a-argued last night a-and h-he left for Jin's," He sniffled against my chest, and I clutched him tighter.

"Why did he leave? Did he just need time to cool off?" I laced my fingers through his hair sweetly while humming lowly in attempt to soothe him.

Jimin sighed, slowly bringing his arms out from around my waist and dropping them into his lap. He shrugged his shoulders and slumped in his seat, defeated.

"I guess so."

I frowned before parting from Jimin and excusing myself back into the kitchen. I grabbed my cellphone which I had set on the counter, and shot Jungkook a text. I just needed to know he was okay.

Me
Hey Jimin said you left last night. Just wanted to check on you and see if you're okay
seen

Of course he wouldn't reply. He had left for a reason and it wasn't any of my business in the first place. But, at least I tried, right?

For the time being, I should focus on Jimin. Maybe I should take the day off from practice?

-

{Kook's pov}

"Fighting is normal. From what it sounds like, it just seems like he was trying to help you both. Maybe he thought coming out would bring you two some comfort?"

I peered down at the dark, hot liquid between my hands. It sloshed about the cup as I lifted it to my lips, sipping with caution. I was grateful Jin had let me into his home so late at night and was willing to help me out.

"I guess so."

My face twisted with displeasure, and I sighed as I set the hot cup of cocoa down onto the coffee table. Leaning back into the couch, I turned my notifications off on my phone and tossed it aside.

"I'm just not certain if I'm ready to be out. I mean, it's already pretty obvious as is but I just...I don't know. I-I guess I fear rejection?"

"Rejection?" Jin bursted into a chirpy laugh and smacked his knee before catching his breath and recomposing himself.

"You do realize you live with gay men, right? Two engaged gay men, and another gay man who you share a bed with. Hell! Kook! I'm gay! Yoongi's Gay! This whole freaking group is gay! You have nothing to worry about. If anything were to happen to you, we would protect you, and be your safety net."

I couldn't help but chuckle as his voice strained in exaggeration about us all being gay. But, despite it being kinda boisterously stated, he did have a point.

What did I have to fear around those who loved me, and already know who I am? Why does saying two words about myself mean anything?

"Hey Jin?"

He pursed his lips together, tilting his head toward me to signify a silent gesture to continue.

I took a deep breath, exhaling through my mouth while my hands bunched up the fabric of my jeans around my knees. "I'm gay," I breathed out, in utter shock that the words had even left my mouth.

It felt, right.

It felt good to own it.

Jin smiled toward me heartily before swooping forward and engulfing me in a big, loving hug.

"I'm so proud of you! And yes, yes I know you're gay! Honey we all do! You aren't fooling us!"

Together we fell into obnoxious fits of laughter which grew to become contagious. We couldn't quit laughing due to how the other sounded, and it felt good compared to earlier tonight. When we managed to calm ourselves and catch our breath, I felt reality wash back over me.

I had left Jimin without much of an explanation for how I felt. I had expressed my anger but not anything genuine.

Yet I knew it would be worthless to crawl back there now, considering the scene I had made. I decided to stay at Jin's for the night to clear my mind, and in the morning I would head home and discuss things with Jimin. Hopefully by then, Taehyung and Namjoon will be gone for practice.

I really hope they are, because I have something personal and important to talk to Jimin about, and I don't want any curious little ears to hear it.