Who Knew // YoonMin

🎤 9.3

~ Yoongi's POV ~

So many thoughts run through my mind right now, I can't even... I feel all bubbly and warm inside, I really don't wanna hurt him.

Did I really fall for you, Park Jimin?
Well, you dumbass, obviously you did!

Fuck...

But he doesn't know how to like or even love a man in this society. And yet, he still wants me to tell him that everything is going to be fine?

Hell no! He doesn't even know how much shit I had to put up with to get to my seemingly unbothered level of I-don't-give-a-fuck-anymore.

I won't lie to him. I can't.

Y: "It's not up to me to tell you if it's okay or not."

He swallows hard and his facial expression tells me that he's getting nervous. So I take a deep breath, still caressing his cheeks.

Y: "A lot of people told me that it's not okay. Some even punched me and treated me like shit, so I won't tell you that what you might or might not feel is okay. To my family, I am a disgrace, a burden, a deformed person that is not worth their love or attention anymore, because of the way I love. It took me a long time to accept that I am not doing anything forbidden or disgusting. So I figured, that the only person who needs to be okay with it, is oneself."

JM: "I'm sorry you had to go through so much..."

A tear rolls down his left cheek but I wipe it away. I know it might seem heavy, but he needs to hear this. In our society, you cannot love whomever you want freely. But...

Y: "Listen, I... I know that it's okay with me. You're so beautiful, Park Jimin. Don't ever let anybody tell you otherwise."

He swallows once more and looks deep into my eyes. I plant a kiss on his forehead to show him, that I'm okay with him being gay or bi or whatever.

Y: "I mean, I don't know you that much, but what I know is that you're a loving, caring, self-conscious hottie with great hair. So don't let these idiots get to you, alright?"

There it is. He flashes a smile and laughs in tiny as he nods. Aish, I just want to protect him from this shitty society.

Y: "Plus, Taehyung already told you, he'd love you, even if you were to love... a man."

I kinda feel the urge to change the last part of what Taehyung said, 'cause I really can't accept the fact that Park Jimin could possibly like me.

His eyes widen and he nods.

JM: "So you actually heard everything we've been talking about, huh? Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or summin."

Y: "Tch, don't worry about it. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have believed you. Normally people just lie and don't mean the stuff they say. So..."

JM: "Thank you, hyung."

I pat his head, before he hugs me and gets up sighing. I hear his giggle as he picks up my t-shirt and swirls it over his head playfully.

JM: "So... Will you have breakfast with or without your shirt on?"

I slowly get up and walk him up against the wall, as he checks me out, nonchalantly smirking. Oh, that smirk. Does he even know what it's doing to me?

Y: "You know, I really wanna kiss you right now."

JM: "Well then... Do it."

My hands find his hips, and my lips touch his jaw line. His heavy breath tells me that he clearly enjoys it, so I let my fingers slip under his shirt, slowly exploring his toned skin. His breath hitches as I kiss my way up to his ear.

Y: "Actually I'm not that hungry anymore."