I'm Not Gay |Yoonkook|✔️

Chapter Thirteen

Yoongi's POV

I laid the piece of paper down on my neatly made bed and I took my bag filled with clothes, throwing it onto my back harshly. I sighed as I opened my window and crawled out slowly.

I started walking to Hoseok's house down the street and smiled once I got there. I didn't plan on asking Namjoon if I could stay at his place. Hell, he'd call the cops before my mom would.

I went around to Hoseok's window and knocked on it. After a minute, he opened the blinds and looked at me in confusion.

"Why are you here?" He asked when he lifted his window up. I sighed and smiled weakly.

"I kind of ran away," I stated.

Hoseok looked at me with wide eyes and sighed. "Dude, you can't stay here." He said.

"What? Why not?" I asked with a frown. He looked back at his door and then at me.

"I'm really sorry, Yoongi.." He said sadly. "I wish I could help you, I really do.. But you know how my parents are." He looked down.

He's right. His parents would find out and force me to leave anyways. I forgot how they were. Maybe I should've thought about this.

"What am I supposed to do?!" I whined as I hit my head against his house. He put his hand on my head to stop me and laughed.

"Don't you have anywhere else to go?"

"I can't live here and Namjoon will just send me back home," I pouted to him. He bit his lip and rested his head on the window.

"What about one of Jungkook's friends? Or even better, what about Jungkook?" He said.

I blinked once and then shook my head. "There's no way he'd let me stay there." I rubbed my eyes from being tired.

"It's worth a try, isn't it?"

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Jungkook's POV

I groaned as the light to my room came on and I looked at my mom like she was insane.

"Honey.." She said slowly.

My heart picked up its pace. I had heard and seen this specific moment over and over again for years now. "Mom, please don't make us leave this house. It's an amazing place to live and you were doing so fine at your job and I've made friends and even-"

"Kookie, I know." My mom sighed.

I frowned and looked down with tears in my eyes. Guess I better start packing.

"I got a promotion." She said. I looked up at her with wide eyes as she smiled at me.

I cheered and flung myself from my bed to hug her tightly. She laughed and patted my back comfortingly. "I know how much you love this place, Kookie. We aren't moving."

We both heard a knock at the door, and my mom let go of me. "Ooh, maybe that's the pizza man! We'll finish our conversation later!" She started quickly going down the stairs and I followed her with a bright smile.

"Pizza?" She opened the door excitedly.

Yoongi stood there in confusion and looked at me. "I don't have pizza, but I have a banana in my bag.. if you want?" He questioned.

"Oh, no!" My mom said as she ran into the hallway. "I'll make you cookies!" She yelled.

Yoongi smiled and scratched his neck.

"Why are you at my house?" I asked him as I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. "It's almost ten o'clock." I tilted my head.

We went up the stairs and to my room. I never broke my eye contact from him as he sat on my bed. "Actually.. I Uh-" he looked into my eyes. "I- I ran away and.. I have nowhere to go.." he started stuttering his words and tears formed in his eyes. My eyes widened as he started wiping away tears with the jacket sleeve that I had let him have.

I moved closer to him and wrapped my arm around him. "Yoongi.. don't cry." I said as I started rubbing his back to comfort him.

My mom knocked on the door and opened it, revealing cookies. "Yoongi..?" She questioned. She looked at me with worried eyes as she held out a cookie to him. She sat on the other side of him and started hugging him tightly.

Damn, my own mom hugs him more than me.

After a while, she said something about needing to sleep, so she left my room.

Yoongi and I were sitting here in silence as I tried comforting him. I took the bag away from him and set it on the floor. I then made him lay on my bed and I walked over to the keyboard.

I started playing Yoongi's "favorite song" as he cuddled into my pillow. His tears slowly stopped and his breathing went to normal.

When I finished playing, I went to my bed and lied down next to him while smiling.

"When did you learn that?" He asked me.

I pulled my blanket over both of us and got a little closer to him. "A couple of days after I bought my keyboard. You play the song better than me, though." I laughed. He smiled at me and looked up into my eyes.

"I think you played it pretty good for a person who can't play the piano." He giggled.

I pouted and huffed at him. "So mean."

He laughed and took off the big jacket I had given him and he put it over his bag. "I'm not really a mean person, Jungkook.." he said.

I smiled at him. "I can tell." I said.

He stuck one hand between his legs and trailed the other up to my head. I looked at Yoongi as he took a lock of my hair into his hands and started playing with it.

"What are you doing?" I laughed lightly.

He ruffled my hair and started massaging the back of my head as he closed his eyes. "Your hair is really soft, Kookie." He said as he started slowly fading into sleep. I smiled at the nickname he used and examined his face.

I had never seen him sleep before, much less sleep in my bed while playing with my hair.

It's like he's completely different now.

What happened?

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  "Jungkookie come downstairs." My mom said as she opened the door quietly, making sure not to wake Yoongi up. It was almost midnight once I looked at the clock. I unlocked Yoongi's hand from my hair and sighed as I got up.

I went downstairs to see my mom sitting on the couch. "Hey," she looked nervous.

"What is it, mom?" I asked her as she fiddled with her hands and sighed quietly.

"Can you do me a favor?.."

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