It was already 1 am when Jooheon came back. I heard him taking a shower, before he pushed the door to his room open, in which I already layed, covered under his blanket. I had watched Netflix to distract myself from my confusing thoughts, but lifted my head as soon as I heard him enter.
"You're still awake?", he asked while crawling onto his bed, letting himself fall back into his pillow with a groan of relief on his lips.
"Yeah, couldn't sleep."
"Mhm.", he chuckled softly, eyes already closed. I lifted his blanket and covered him with it as well. "Thank you, princess.", he smiled, eyes still closed.
"Don't call me that."
"I call you that since years, Hoseok. If you had something against it, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Of course I don't like it. I'm a man, which man likes it to be called princess?", I grumbled, rolling over so I layed on my back, staring at the ceiling.
"It suits you..."
"You must be kidding me... I'm more man than anyone else in our university."
Jooheon giggled, before he turned around, facing me and playfully poked his finger in my biceps.
"Just because of those muscles?"
"What do you mean just because. I'm strong." He giggled again, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. "What is so funny, huh?"
"Only because you're body is build like a bodybuilder, doesn't make you manly."
"Say that again!" The giggles turned into muffled laughers.
"I never said you're not manly, because you are. You just have... such a cute side on you. See?!", he pointed on my lips, before he laughed again. "Your pouting is so cute. It makes me want to protect you from all the bad things in the world."
"I can protect myself very well, thank you. If I wanted to, I could throw you out of this bed so easily."
"Urgh... true.", he chuckled. It kinda annoyed me how happy he was but on the other side I was glad the mood was not all depressed and sad around us. I just wished I could be happy too right now... But I wasn't. Because of the things that happened yesterday and because I couldn't be myself around my best friend. And it made me confused. I never even cared about being who I was next to the others, because I was so used to all of that - acting differently, saying and doing things I wouldn't say or do when I would be who I wanted to be.
All of this shit only because of Hyungwon. Only because I could be myself around him, without having him judge. He didn't care about me being gay at all, not a single moment. But... if I would tell Jooheon... would I lose him? Would he judge me? Actually - he couldn't have anything against the fact that people are gay, because he is friends with Kihyun as well. What was I so afraid of?
My blood heated up, heart pumping a little faster than before. Just the thought of coming out in front of Jooheon caused cold sweat on my forhead. I wouldn't - I couldn't - but what if he accepted it? What if he had absolutly nothing against it, just the same way Hyungwon did?
And what if he did care? What if he would feel disgusted laying in the same bed with me?
"What's wrong?", his voice suddenly appeared. I turned my head, just to see him staring at me with lightly widden eyes, worry in his gaze.
"Huh?"
"You tremble, Hoseok. And you sweat. Everything alright?"
"Uhm - ah - yeah. Sorry."
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