My secret feelings|yoonmin

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"So what happened?" Daemin asks as he gets in the car with me. I rest my head against the wheel and sigh. "Jimin broke up with jaehyung." I say. "Oh." He says. He stays silent. "Why?" He asks after awhile of just silence. "He was cheating and got caught by jimins friend." I say. "That fucking sucks man." Daemin says. "But Jimin came home and he was crying so to try to make him feel better I comforted him and told him he could do so much better and he kissed me." I say.

"What happened after that?" He asks. "I kissed him back." I say. "Yoongi don't tell me you had sex with him." He says. "I didn't." I sigh. "I wanted to but I just couldn't do it under those circumstances. If he did not just break up with his boyfriend and just upset about him cheating I could have. I don't want to just be a rebound to him. Afterwards it would just get awkward and I'd have to move out." I say. "Wow that's actually really thoughtful and reasonable." He says.

"Most guys would just take the opportunity to sleep with a girl or a guy who's just so upset they want sex." He says. "I feel so bad for just rejecting him like that. He was so upset." I say leaning back in my seat. Daemin moves over to me lap and pull my face to look at him. "You did the right thing. You sleeping with him wouldn't be the right thing for him right now. It might satisfy him for a little while but he'll still be the same miserable guy afterwards." He says.

I just nod. "So do you want to go back home?" He asks. "It might be awkward." I say. "If you want I'll stay with you. Just to cuddle of course." He says. "Might help but I have work at 9." I say. "Okay." He says. "But I'm stopping at the store first." I say as he gets off my lap. "Why?" He asks. "I'm going to get Jimin so break up things. Chocolates, ice cream, and Mac and Cheese." I say. "Mac and cheese?" He asks with a small laugh.

"Yeah, when ever Jimin gets sad he eats Mac and cheese because his mom would always make it for him and we have no Mac and cheese." I say. He just looks at me. "What?" I ask. "I never actually realized how much you pay attention." He says. "What do you mean?" I ask. "You're such a sweet guy, obverse things that some people might not notice, you actually think with your brain and not your dick." He says. "Is that bad?" I ask. "No, no it's not." He says. "Let's just go." I say pulling out of the parking lot.