"Are you poly, demi, hetero or homoflexible, gay, bi, or pan? You have to be one of those seven." He says. "Have you thought about girls at all?"
"Not really. I haven't thought about anyone except you." I hold his hands.
"Before me... who was the last person you thought about? And how long ago was it?" He presses on.
" Umm... I thought about Lee Know-hyung a lot last year when we first met." I shrug. "And before that I liked Rocky from Astro. Except before that I liked this one girl in my class." I say.
"How long did you go without liking a girl?" He looks at me with an innocent look.
"Umm... 4 years?" I guess.
"I think that you have become a gay and just haven't realized it." He nods.
"I'm gay?" I look into his eyes. "Really? How'd I not know my own sexuality?"
"Hyung, I asked myself the same question when I met you. It took me two whole weeks to figure it out."
"It took me four whole years to realize I was gay. Think of how I feel!" I slump back, sitting on his legs.
"Have you watched... porn within those four years?" He asks.
I blush madly. "Maybe?"
"Was it straight or gay?" He tilts his head cutely.
"Gay. What can I say? Gay guys are really cute." I touch Jeong-In's cheek.
"Alright. Now that we know your sexuality, what are your thoughts on abortions?" He asks.
"What the hell...?" I look at him, confused.
He gasps, then giggles cutely at the fact that I said that. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Why are we talking about abortions?" I ask.
He smiles adorably. "I'm kidding. Hyung, can I curse around you?"
"Sure. I don't care."
" F.... " He says.
"Go on."
"I'm nervous." He blushes and looks down.
"You're so pure." I hug him tightly. "You can. That doesn't mean you have to. And I wouldn't tell anyone about your potty mouth. I have a little bit of one, too."
He nods. "I know." He says. "I just feel like I need to say the f-word."
"I know what can help with that. It's my own secret." I say.
"What is it?" He asks.
I get off of his legs and lean towards him. "Minho-hyung taught me how to do this." I say in a low voice before grinding harshly on him.
"Fuck, Hyung!" He bites his lip harshly.
I smile in satisfaction. He looks up at me with a smirk.
"Do it again." He grips my shoulder.
I start grinding on him, causing him to moan with pleasure. I kiss him while I roll my hips into his some more. He runs his cold hand under my shirt, up my muscles and slip my shirt over my head.
"Damn." He breaths, pulling away from me.
I smile as I slow to a stop. He pouts cutely. I plant a kiss on his lips and cups his face in my hands.
"I love you, Jeong-In." I smile.
