My secret feelings|yoonmin

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Love. Love is a weird topic. Love is described as an intense feeling of deep affection. You mostly hear people say they love their children or significant other but there's also the whinny 7th grade love were the guy is so 'in love' with a girl where it hurts. He whines to his best friends about how beautiful she is or how her smile lights up his life or she treats him horribly but he still love her. I used to think those guys were so annoying and didn't know what it's like to be in love was like.

But after I met Jimin I felt the same way about him. I've never been the kind of guy to be a whinny fool when I like someone but something about Jimin made me that way. Maybe it's the fact that he's so pretty or that fact that he's flexible. Like really flexible. I was on the couch once watching TV when Jimin was doing his stretches and damn I was so turned on by how his body moves. When bends down to the ground to touch the ground and his butts in the air. Woah.

We've never really had long talks. The most socializing we do is what we're having for dinner. It's not hard Though. I work after all so it takes up a lot of my time and he's in the dance studio a lot. I'll usually come home at 11 after work from the gym and slip in without a problem but tonight was different. I get home after work to jimin making out on the couch with his boyfriend. Yeah jimins gay and has a boyfriend. I've accepted this fact so you do too. He's some twenty-Five year old wanna be rock band singer.

I close the door and take off my shoes. They don't pay any attention to me just keep kissing each other. I look back to see his boyfriend squeezing his butt in his hand. How good that must feel. I go into my room and flop onto the bed. I'm so fucking tired from working all day. Luckily tomorrow's Sunday and I have no work. I get to sleep all day. I stand up and change out of my outfit then put on some pajamas. I go to the bathroom and wash my face then brush my teeth.

I go back into my room and hear jimins giggles coming from his room. I close my door and get onto my bed. I cover myself with the blanket and plug in my phone. I turn on my tv and scroll through Netflix. Jimin and I share a Netflix account. We each pay haft of the bill. I put on meet the Robinsons and hear soft moans coming from jimins room. Then the headboard bangs against the wall. With each bang my heart brakes a little. "You like that?" He asks. "Yeah." Jimin whines. I wish he would whine under me. But I've learned to coop with it.