Open Hearts ✔️

Number Twenty Six

ONE MONTH LATER

Jungkook's POV

Noona and Namjoon were in the house rounding up all the food and putting it out buffet style. I was outside, making sure that all of the furniture looked nice, per Noona's, request when I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

I turned around to see a smirk and one eye brow raised from Namjoon.

"What the hell?" I laughed.

"Just checking your reflexes babe." He laughed walking away to grab something out of the storage room they had outside the back door if the house.

I let myself watch as he walked, his thighs flexing through the board shorts he was wearing. It seemed like each day that went by that I was with him, I appreciated more and more about his physique and features. I got him to go to the gym with me three out of the 5 days a week I went, and he was starting to tone up a lot.

Noona even mentioned the change in his arms one when we were in the shower.

He blushed.

I liked seeing him blush.

I continued to set up the table and chairs before Namjoon found what he was looking for. I leaned against the side of the house, watching him struggle.

"What are you looking for?"

"There is a punch bowl in here somewhere...and I'm pretty sure I broke it two years ago and didn't tell her about it, but I'm looking for it anyway."

I laughed knowing how very likely it was that he broke the poor glass bowl. "Do you want help?"

"Nope." He said popping the 'p' before pulling back from the door. "I will tell her I broke it eventually, but after the party."

I chuckled. "I'll keep it our little secret."

"Thank you." He said before taking hold of my shirt and pulling me slowly closer to him. He placed a very sweet and warm kiss on my lips making me feel even warmer on the inside.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, once he pulled back.

"Of course." He replied shutting the door. "What's up?"

I was trying to figure out how to word my question, not wanting to offend him or bring up a bad memory, if there was one. But I really wanted to know, and due to my own struggle, I forced myself to ask.

"When did you know you were bisexual?" I said siting down at the table, he sitting next to me.

I think my question took him by surprise, because he blanked out for a moment. But then his eyes refocused, and his eye brows came together as if he was thinking about it.

"I guess I kind of always knew." He said. "When I started watching porn I noticed that I wouldn't just get off by the women in the videos but the men too. And if the man or woman didn't sit well with me I wouldn't...couldn't watch it."

I nodded. "Oh."

"Is there more to that question?" He smiled.

"How was it when you came out?"

"It wasn't...easy. But I know those who have had it harder than I have."

"What was hard for you?"

"My dad didn't exactly approve, at first. When I told my mom, she said she had her suspicions, but that it didn't matter. I thought that my dad would have the same reaction, but he was more...difficult. He said that it was just a phase I would grow out of and that he wanted me to keep it to myself so that I wouldn't embarrass him."