All That Jazz

About Sexuality and Love

Today was the day. It had took Jongho a week to finally come out to Yeosang's friends. It had took him at least three phone calls with Seonghwa, two nights in with Wooyoung and five sleepovers at Yeosang's apartment before he had told his boyfriend that he was ready. Yeosang had been more than happy when Jongho had told him, hugging him tightly and kissing him all over. Jongho had just smiled nervously when his boyfriend had took his phone and texted his cousin and his two other friends to come over to his place around evening.

Jongho was even more nervous now that Yeosang and him were sitting on the olders couch, waiting for his friends to arrive. He fiddled with his fingers that were linked with Yeosang's. The older sighed.

"Please, chill a bit. It will all be fine, don't worry so much about it, baby." Jongho blushed and muttered an apology which made Yeosang groan even more. The older leaned his head on Jongho's chest, wrapping his free arm around the younger's torso. "My friends wont judge you and wont kill you either. They are all big gays too. Well, except for Yunho, he is big bi but still, all big ol' gays."

That made Jongho chuckle, hiding his face in Yeosang's hair. "I know, Sangie, Its just...it's the first time I come out to someone that isn't practically part of my family. Its kind of a scary thought, you know?"

Yeosang looked up, smiling softly at his boyfriend. "I know, Jongho, and I'm so proud of you that you're doing this." The older moved a bit, straddling one of Jonghos thighs. The black haired boys hands fall almost automatically to Yeosang's waist, this being normal for them. Yeosang pressed a kiss to Jongho's lips, a feather light touch before he pulled back again, smiling. Jongho smiled too.

He loved these moments with Yeosang. This was all he really wanted, just being with his boyfriend, holding him in his arms and kissing him. They hadn't gone any further than light makeouts. Not that he had felt the urge for anything more till now, he was quite content with how it was right now. But he also felt that every time the air between them got hotter the older boy stiffened, his hands tightening on any part he was touching that instant. He probably thought that Jongho hadn't noticed but he had and the younger couldn't really understand why. Was he scared of something? Was there something he still didn't know?

But Jongho chose not to think about that right now, their relationship was still new and fresh, they had all the time in the world and Jongho would be the last person to make Yeosang do anything he didn't want to.

Besides, Jongho couldn't continue his train of thoughts as he was ripped out of it by the door bell. "Oh god", he muttered, receiving a reassuring pat on his thigh from his boyfriend before the latter stood up to open up the door for his friends. The younger sighed. He knew he was ready. Well, he at least believed that he was ready, wanted to be ready for Yeosang, and Seonghwa. Wanting to make them proud. And he knew that everything would be fine. But he was still hella scared.

"Hey guys!", Jongho could hear Yeosang greet his friends, it instantly getting louder in the medium sized apartment. Jongho bit his lip and stood up, to greet the others as well. He made his way over to the hallway and was already running into San when he stood in the doorframe between hallway and living room. The older boy looked a bit confused. "Oh, Jongho! I didn't know you are here. Yeosang didn't tell us you would be here too but I'm glad to see you!"

Jongho threw an angry glare to his boyfriend over Yeosang's shoulder. Why hadn't he told his friends he would be here? They probably think something is off now.

He turned back to San, giving the theatre kid the brightest smile he could give him right now. "I'm glad to see you too, hyung."

After also greeting Mingi and Yunho – the former would have practically suffocated him with his hug if his boyfriend wouldn't have pulled him off Jongho and into his own arms. – they settled down in the living room, Yunho and Mingi both on the floor, San in the armchair and Yeosang and Jongho on the couch, a fair amount of space between them. It all felt kinda awkward, nobody actually knew what to say and Jongho slowly started to go crazy. He would have rather just send a text into their groupchat – yes they had a groupchat now – saying 'I'm gay' but Yeosang would have killed him. So now they were all here, in Yeosang's living room, staring at the walls.