My love is as a fever
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Timothy- A college student who is studying in film department. He is very tall and looks like a K-pop idol.
New- A college student who is studying graphic designing. He is a short guy and secretly having a crush on Tim.
(In the night)
New was watching 2gether series in his laptop while sitting at his study table. Suddenly, someone knocked New's door. New saw through the peephole but there was no one standing there but he heard the knocking sound. Then, he opened the door. Tim surprised him with two cups of Starbucks Coffee.
(Starbucks is a very famous Coffee Shop)
"Oii... You just scared me. Why did you came here now?"
"I want to ask some questions".
"What question?" New asked while watching the series.
"Am I considered as gay now?"
New got shocked by that question and turned at him and laughed.
"Are you serious? Don't you know that you're gay when you were sucking my neck yesterday?".
"I just kiss your neck because I like you. But I don't like boys. Isn't that weird?"
"Then, who am I?"
"You are New".
"I mean what gender am I?".
"Boy right? Don't say you're girl and changed your gender to boy".
"Noooo, I was born as a boy" New was laughing at him so hard.
Tim was staring at him cluelessly.
"Okay, I can understand you now. You are Pansexual" New said it confidently.
"What is Pansexual?"
"Pansexual means you're attracted towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity".
"How am I attracted like that?"
"You maybe attracted by sexually, romantically or emotionally".
New sat in front of him on the bed and held his hands.
"Look at me. How are you attracted towards me right now? Sexually, romantically or emotionally?"
Tim looked at him from his hair to his toes.
"I think that I'm attracted to you by all those aspects. But seeing you in these shortpants making me want to have sex with you right now" Tim touched his thighs.
"Mr. Timothy, stop touching me! I want to watch a series" New removed Tim's hands from thighs.
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