I'm Not Gay |Yoonkook|✔️

Chapter Eight

Yoongi's POV
(Since it's his B-Day)

I sighed as my mom opened my door and turned towards the light switch and flipped it upwards. The bright light stung my eyes, being way brighter than the lamp I had on my desk.

"Honey, someone's at the door for you." She said. She closed my door and left my light on so that I would at least have to stand up to turn it off. I rolled my eyes and stood up from my chair to turn on the light. I looked down at myself and realized how lazy I looked.

I put on different clothes and threw away my empty bottle of water on my way to the door.

When I get to the door, I hesitated.

Who's here to see me?

Hoseok usually just walks in when he gets here, or sneaks through my window at night time to hang out. Namjoon usually calls my mom before he gets here and then he has a conversation with her before I even realize he's inside of my house, talking to my mom.

It's been a while since either have came here.

I lift the heels of my feet to look through the peep hole of the door. My eyes widened once I see a whole vision of Jungkook at my doorstep.

What the hell?

I straighten my posture and exhale before opening the door hesitantly. As soon as I open the door, Jungkook gives me a smile.

"Hi," He chirps as he looks down at me.

  I look at him in confusion as he nonchalantly stood at my door. "How do you know where I live?" I asked him while biting my lip.

"Honey," I heard my mom say from behind me. She pushed me to the side and smiled at Jungkook. He smiled back, showing his usual bunny looking smile that made his eyes smile along with it. "Don't be rude. He's cute."

  She looked back at me and smiled innocently as I turned furious at her words. "Mom, I'm not-" I sighed and closed my eyes to relax myself. "Why is Jungkook here?" I asked.

  "Come inside, Jungkook." My mom said to him, ignoring me. He walked inside of my house while looking into my eyes. "Yoongi's piano is upstairs, he'll lead you there." She said as she turned to wink at me.

  Piano? Piano lessons?

  "Why do you want piano lessons?" I asked him once my mom walked away. He shrugged and looked around with curious eyes.

  "I've always wanted to learn an instrument," Jungkook said as he led himself to the staircase. "You obviously have a passion for it, so what's so bad about wanting to learn from someone who is genuine about it?" He asked.

  I stepped towards the stairs and rolled my eyes. I muttered a 'Nothing' before taking his hand and dragging him slowly up the stairs.

  He walked kind of slow because he no longer had his crutches with him, so I went slower to even out the pace. My lips were pressed into a thin line as we made it to my bedroom.

  "I didn't picture your room looking like this." Jungkook said as he walked into my room as if it were his own. He sat on my bed and I cringed as I remember making out with some girl in the same spot, in the same position.