[ilove_joon]

Hoseok's POV

Even though we lost last night, I'm not mad. At first I was, all the anger building up inside of me, from Jackson's crude remarks against my people, Jimin ditching me, and the Straights winning the game. But after a good fuck session with Youngjae, my anger seemed to dissipate.

I guess he can be my boyfriend... I asked him last night, to which he replied, "Y-Yes". He's one of the few one-night stands in my life that have become - well - more than a one-night stand.

I exit dance class feeling better than usual, until someone (obviously purposely) bumps into me, which wipes my smile off of my face.

"Out of the way, fuckface," snarls Jackson Wang. My sworn enemy. Couldn't it have been someone else?

"Before you throw words around like that, make sure the person is actually doing shit to provoke you. Unlike me, you fucking prick," I say,  pushing him.

"Don't touch me, faggot! Who knows what you do with your gay hands? You probably masterbate to me every night before you sleep," he says, rubbing the spots where my hands were furiously.

This is fucking ridiculous. And I lose all my cool that had been restored just last night.

I grab onto his shirt collar. "You know what, Wang? I have had it with your bullshit. I am so fucking sick and tired of having to deal with you and your discrimination. Let's end this now,"

"Looks like the twink finally decided to get tough," he replies, matching my intensity and grabbing my collar.

When more students begin exiting the class, they watch us, forming a circle of both LGs and Straights alike. They begin chanting the name of either me or Jackson, depending on the side that we are supporting. But one word stays the same: "fight".

"I'm. Not. A. Fucking. Twink," I snarl. And then all hell breaks loose.

Jackson's POV

Hoseok pushes me again and takes a swing at my left ear, landing the uncalled-for punch successfully. I grunt before shoving my fist through my gut.

He reaches for his stomach to nurture it while kicking my shin at the same time. Ouch. I bend down, grabbing it and mumbling a series of sinful curses that I'd only brought out on occasion.

He's about to take another swing at me before someone grabs his arm. It's his boyfriend, I assume, remembering that he was the one that Hoseok pulled upstairs at the party.

"Babe! Stop! You're going to get hurt!! Or worse, expelled!" he warns.

"I suggest you listen to your faggot boyfriend," I murmur.

"Fuck! You can insult me and the Gays, but don't talk about Youngjae that way, you skank." With this, Hoseok pulls his arm out of Youngjae's grasp and is about to punch me again when another person stops him.

Who the fuck is this?

"Hoseok, please! We're going to that frat party later anyways! You don't wanna look like the most messed up person there, right? Just leave him and his attitude alone!" interjects a blonde, foreign-looking dude. He's tall and skinny, but also muscular. Just like all the other dancers.

"Ugh. Whatever, Mark. I hate it when crowds watch me when I'm fucking someone up anyways," he scoffs, brushing himself off.

Mark? Never heard of him. I take another look at him and he looks at me tentatively, which catches me off guard.

"Th-the fuck you looking at?" I ask him shakily. What's happening to me? Where's my assertiveness that makes all the twinks cower?

"Nothing.. I just think it's a waste that you look that hot on the outside but are the ugliest little bitch on the inside," he snarks.

Hold up, what the fuck? How dare he disrespect me like this.

"That's not t-true! Shut the fuck up!"

"Then prove it," he challenges, speaking as if we are discussing our weekend plans over a cup of tea. He's too calm. Where's the fear?

"Maybe I will, you little blonde skeeze!" Really, Wang? Is that the best you can come up with? Since when do I care what a gay thinks of me? What the hell is wrong with me?!

Hoseok, Youngjae, and a majority of the crowd giggles at Mark's comment, making me flustered.

When I'm flustered, I can do and say things that I can seriously regret later on. And right now, the level of flustered I'm at is enough to make me say it.

"You know what, Jung? Let's end this once and for all!" I shout, for everyone to hear.

"What is it this time, Wang?" he shouts even louder.

"Since we're fighting like this because of our differences, we need see which clique is the better clique. So that the other one can shut the fuck up." A plan was formulating in my head.

"So what's your point, huh?"

"Only one person can truly tell us which sexuality is better. And he's our best friend."

"You don't mean—"

"Yes, I mean Park Jimin."

"Why the hell are you dragging him into this? He's done nothing wrong!"

"You think I don't know that? What I'm saying is that we should make a bet. To see who is better. The loser backs down forever— er— till the end of high school," I suggest.

Everyone around us is just gawking.

"Fine. What are you proposing?"

"I suggest that we see who can make Jimin like their side better by the end of the year. We try and show him that he belongs with one of us," I say, waving my hand over the crowd, who all nod.

"We have to persuade him in any way we can so he can find out for himself. Either he's gay or straight. No in between. At the end of the year, he has to choose. None of that bisexual bullshit."

Hoseok takes a while to think before finally looking at me again.

I hold my hand out to him. "So what's it gonna be? Do we have a bet?"

"It's a bet, Wang," with this, he grasps my hand and shakes it hard before turning and, if it's even possible, sashaying away. Mark follows behind him. Not gonna lie, that boy has an ass.

The crowd disperses as well.

"Hey, bro. What's I miss?" I recognize the voice immediately and wrap my arm around Jimin.

"Nothin' much. Where were you? Where'd you come from just now?"

"I was in dance but I stayed longer to help Kai choreograph the upcoming song. What happened here? It looks like there was a fight or something, look at all the people!" Jimin squeaks.

"O-Oh, that's nothing!" I say hurriedly, trying to lead him away from the commotion.

"You weren't fighting a gay again, were you?" he asks, crossing his arms and coming to a stop.

"N-No! Of course not!" I shout.

"Not Hoseok?" The name makes me want to flinch because I hate lying to Jimin, but I don't want him knowing the truth. I know he hates it when his friends fight. But I still feign my innocence.

"Nu-uh!"

"Hmmm... okay. I'm going to the library. See you around!" he pipes, all the suspicion fleeing from his face immediately.

"Okay, study well," I say, smacking his ass.

"Aye, that's gay! I'm not a horse," he whines, rubbing it.

"No homo," I laugh, ruffling his hair.

He runs off after giving me a light punch on the arm. Jimin cannot know about the bet, under any circumstances.

I don't want to lose him.

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FYI, neither of us condone the attitude Jackson and Hoseok have towards sexuality being something that can be 'chosen'. sexuality is an individual and fluid thing which is innate in all of us and cannot be decided for us.

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