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You are gay - Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook doesn't switch sexualities in the end. He really is gay. You and him are just good friends.

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So, your best friend was gay.

You knew that. It was AOK with you.

You'd known that for ten years now. Actually, it had been you who had helped him get out of the closet. You'd been his supporter when he'd been nervous and anxious about stating his sexuality. You'd gotten him through the first years and through his firsts with other men.

But then- why was he kissing you in the closet of a party?

You were straight. He was gay. You were very clear that you weren't bi curious and not into freaky stuff.

So why was his body on top of yours, pressing you down into a wall in the tight space of a dark closet? His hands weren't even trying to push away or provide space.

Not that you really minded but-

"Wait wait up. Jungkook. Jungkook!" You were confused. Why was he not letting up?

"Shhh, just be quiet and kiss more." He replied with a slur very familiar to you.

You sniffed at his breath and made a gagging face that wasn't even in pretense. You were disgusted and wanting to get out of his grasp. You didn't want to continue kissing at the moment.

"Nnooooo." Jungkook squirmed as you tried pushing your way past him to the door that held both of you inside the space in the first place.

This party was trash to begin with. The people were either drowsy or limping, not even communicating properly. You didn't like these types of parties.

Jungkook started his cries. You cringed at his behavior. This wasn't what you expected but you knew it would come. That was the disappointing part.

What the hell?

"Why did you stop kissing?" He turned around towards you. You looked over your shoulder to see him pouting, his hands extending towards you and gripping onto your form to pull you closer.

"Oh no..." You closed your eyes and sighed.

It was his drunk self but you didn't have the guts to tell Jungkook off since there was no man waiting to take care of him tonight. It was just you and him. You couldn't push him off as quickly as other times.

Aish.

You wanted to go home and watch Netflix and just sleep, the party had worn you out. But you couldn't because of your friend.

Jungkook's eyes teared up even more and you frowned, "Jungkook stop crying. I'm here."

You took hold of his face firmly in between your hands and began to wipe his eyes with your thumbs. It was the least you could do.
Then, randomly, there was shouting outside the closet door and clashing of doors. You froze.

"What was that?" said an anxious Jungkook.

You gulped and neared the door blocking you and the movement going on outside the closet. At first all you heard was muffling, then you heard the arguing of people.

"I can't believe you couldn't get him!"

"I told you! That friend of his was always with him and I couldn't pull a move!" Stomping, "Urgh! I'm out of this bet! I'm not even gay."