I'm Not Gay |Yoonkook|✔️

Chapter Five

Jungkook's POV

  As usual, Tae was munching down his breakfast as he talked about how perfect Yoongi is. He would talk nonsense until Jin would finally hit him and make him shut up.

  I could see Hoseok staring from across the cafeteria at Taehyung and he made eye contact with me. As soon as he made eye contact, he looked away and pretended he wasn't looking.

  I feel sorry for him, really. He genuinely likes Taehyung and all he ever talks about is Hoseok's best friend. Yoongi. He likes Yoongi.

  Why does Tae even like Yoongi? He talks about the way Yoongi looks so perfect and about how he looks so cool and how he gives off the bad boy vibe. Clearly he's never talked to Yoongi before. There's no way it's the same person that took me to the hospital that day.

  Taehyung never even talks about Yoongi's personality. It's like he only likes him for the way he looks. Why do I even care?

  "Shut the hell up." I said to Taehyung as he rambled on and on about the 'love of his life.'

  The three boys looked at me weirdly as I put a fork full of egg in my mouth. "Who the hell pissed you off this morning?" Jimin asked me.

  "Nobody," I shrugged. "I have a headache and we have to work with Yoongi later, I don't want to hear about him before then." I said bitterly.

"Actually," Jimin said quietly as he looked up at me with puppy eyes. "You and Yoongi are working alone. I'm staying at home to write the essay while you two go take pictures!" He said cheerfully. I squinted my eyes at him as he threw his hands up excitedly.

"You planned that, didn't you?"

"N-No." He said as he put his arms down.

"Take me with you!" Taehyung pleased as he grabbed onto my arm with a pout.

"Uh," Jin said as he grabbed Taehyung's shirt and pulled him off of me. "You're working with me, buddy. Sorry not sorry." He said.

Tae whined and started rambling to Jin as I reached for my crutches and stood up to throw my plate away and head to class. Jimin followed me as he talked about the essay.

"How will you write an essay about the pictures I take?" I asked as I sat in my seat.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he sat as well. He set his bag on the ground and lifted his head up with his hand as he put his elbow on his desk. "How can you write about pictures if I haven't even taken the pictures yet?" I asked.

Jimin's eyes widened once he realized what I was talking about. "Well I could-"

"You're going with us to take pictures."

"But-"

"You are going with us." I said sternly.

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"Are you even good at taking pictures?" Yoongi asked lowly as we stepped through the tree's sticks and leaves.

"He's good at everything." Jimin said as he moved a tree branch away from his face.

"Oh look, a spider." Yoongi said as he pretended to pick up a spider and turned to Jimin, putting the imaginary spider on him.