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“I tried to warn you, Yoongi! I tried to tell you what he is and you still-- and on my bed? On my bed? If I hadn't walked in what would have-- oh my god!”
“First off, I didn't mean to,” Yoongi begins.
“Didn't mean to? It doesn't matter what you meant to do, it's what he meant to do! Yoongi don't you get it?” Hoseok is about to explode in front of Yoongi in a tight basement bathroom for making out with one of his old best friends. This is not the reality I signed up for, Yoongi thinks. The oldest sits down on the toilet, and Hoseoks breathing is unsteady.
“What don't I get? He’s a player and that's just what I need: to get played.” Which isn't a lie exactly, because he really did need some distractions these days; what with Jimin starting to date people (boy people). Now that Yoongi thought about it, that was an excellent idea. Just let yourself get played, bam, the genius strikes again.
“He-- You can't actually, you're not. Look at me, Yoongi.” Hoseok is almost gasping for air, or for something to change Yoongi's mind. Under most circumstances, the older would have laughed since he looked like a choking dolphin, but he chooses not to.
“Jungkook and Jimin, they used to, well, date.” The younger spares Yoongi the sympathetic look and gives him a hard stare.
Yoongi is frozen onto the toilet seat and the bathroom goes silent. It was instead filled in with Jungkook’s humming and the occasional flip of a page (presumably from a textbook). Yoongi's mouth opens, then closes, then opens again and he looks somewhat similar to poorly drawn animation.
“When?”
“Back when we started our first year in high school, and you, Namjoon, and Seokjin decided to stop going to sleepovers and hanging out with us…” Yoongi looks away in guilt as Hoseoks eyes show obvious hurt. Although Seokjin hadn't really decided to stop hanging out with them, he was just busy with work, honors classes and all of the stupid committees he was on. It had been Namjoon and Yoongi who had truly broken the group.
“We had a sleepover and we played truth or dare, you know, like always. Jungkook dared Jimin to kiss him, so they kissed and then next thing you know they were dating? It was kinda cute, in a way.” Hoseok shakes his head and quickly apologizes. Yoongi continues opening his mouth and closing it.
“Anyways, they actually only broke up this year. On the first week of school Jimin walked into the bathroom to see Jungkook and some sophomore kissing. I think it broke his heart.” The younger finishes the story and pulls Yoongi off of the toilet.
“Point of the story: Jungkook is off limits, we’re all mad at him, he's kind of a man-whore. So no touchy-feely stuff. Got it?” The older nods.
“Ah, Hobi, you don't really think of me as a man-whore do you?”
Hoseok turns slowly, ever so slowly, and there he is in all his glory, wearing naught more than a tank top and his slit-knee jeans, and Yoongi can only stand there dumbly wondering where the youngests’ flannel went.
Hoseok glares into Jungkook's eyes deeply, as if telepathically asking ‘what the hell is your problem kid?’ or maybe he's asking ‘how did you open the door that quietly?'
“I’ll see you next Friday, Yoongi.” And somehow he has the audacity to strut over to Yoongi, reach down over the olders crotch, and pull up his zipper, all while whispering, ‘your fly's down,”.
Then Jungkook leaves, just like that.
Hoseok shakes his head in disapproval at Yoongi. He mouths ‘you better not go’, but they both know Yoongi will.
“Guys,” Jungkook nods, “Yoongi~” he sings. Jungkook sits down on Yoongi’s side of the bench and sets his lunch tray down. The table goes silent, because no one was allowed to sit next to Yoongi. Not Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung, not even Jimin. What the hell was going on here?
The oldest nods in Jungkook’s general direction and that's not want Jungkook wants. So, he grabs his own tray and throws it in the garbage without batting an eyelash.
“Yoongi!” He whines. “Can we share lunches?” If no one being allowed to sit next to Yoongi was a rule then not asking for his food was a law.
“What was wrong with yours?” Yoongi grunts, stabbing his chicken sandwich with a plastic fork.
“There was a hair on it.” Jungkook whines again. And to everyone's surprise Yoongi slides his styrofoam tray over to Jungkook.
“No. I’ll only eat after you have some.” He looks over to Yoongi through his fringe.
And Jimin has had it up to here.
“What are you doing here, Jeon Jungkook?” Everyone stops to look at Jimin, excluding Hoseok and Taehyung who are glaring at Yoongi like model guard dogs.
“None of your business, Park Jimin.” Jungkook snarks back. Jimin’s cheeks seem to become larger in frustration.
“Yeah, it is my business, you're messing with my friend.” Jimin spits across the bench. There's a fire in his eyes and the intensity matches perfectly with Jungkook's. Yoongi can easily imagine the two of them dating back in middle school. Jimin’s chubby, passive and kind would have perfectly complemented Jungkook's loyal, cold, and helpful (only helpful to his friends of course).
“Oh, did you not tell them, Yoongi?” Jungkook's head whips to the oldest.
“I'm his date to the Halloween dance.” Jungkook shouts across the table, standing up.
“That's rich, Yoongi doesn't even like guys,” Jimin argues now desperate because there was no way, No Way, that Yoongi liked guys.
Jimin had been positive that Yoongi liked him but he never showed any interest in boys so Jimin dropped it and just No. If Yoongi was really gay he would have told them, right? If Yoongi was gay he would have asked Jimin to the dance. Yoongi was not gay.
“Jimin,” Yoongi stands now. He glances around the table making eye contact with everyone. “Jimin, I'm gay. I'm, like, really fucking gay.” (For you). Tables around them suddenly hush, standing to stare at the boys. So, Yoongi walks to the center of the cafeteria, and repeats himself.
“I am gay! Really gay! I might even be the gayest person in this district!” Yoongi really wants to stop himself but he can't, because after all of these years it feels so good to finally say.
So he stands on an empty table and yells it again at the top of his lungs.
“I'm gay!”
And then he faints.