namjoon stayed at hoseok's place for yoongi.
the older is just caressed namjoon's chest, playing with his necklace too.
"you know..my appa always knew i was gay. that's probably why he abused me."
"why being gay is such a big deal?" namjoon frowned. "it's just liking the same gender—i mean, i can tell why we have homophobic people but still."
"the same gender can't get married in this country. our country is very strict like japan..kind of."
"yoongi." the younger looked down to him, softly smiling. "i really like you."
"you do, huh." yoongi pushed himself up to slightly hovering over him.
"i'm not lying." he scoffed. "why would i?"
"i feel like people like you..wouldn't really like me... i'm all quiet and rude—i literally cut your face when we tried to talk to each other."
"yoongi-ah." he placed his hand on the side of the older's face. "it doesn't matter. i like you for you. please," namjoon slightly sat up. "i don't care what other people think."
the older softly smiled, looking away.
"no~ i wanna see you smile~" he grabbed the older's face with both hands.
yoongi whined, having his face squished.
