[yoongi-mood]

Hoseok's POV

Prom is a night for pictures and drama, or at least that's what everyone here seems to have come for. Youngjae and I are greeted by the LGs who are already there, and I can tell that he's not comfortable. My words are probably spinning in his head, and I feel bad for even saying anything. Maybe I can keep up this lie, maybe I can avoid hurting anyone.

But one fake smile later makes me realize that I can't. No one can live a lie for this long.

"Let's go somewhere private," I say to Youngjae, and the group around us wolf whistles as I take him to the side of the building where there are less eyes on us.

"What's wrong, Hobi?" Youngjae asks, his eyes now wide as he anticipates the worst.

How do I even begin this conversation? How can I say to my boyfriend that I don't love him— not because of who he is but because I've been lying to everyone around me this whole time?

"I...I," the words don't seem to want to come out of my mouth, almost like they're afraid of what will inevitably come.

"I'm straight."

The silence that follows this makes me want to crawl into a hole, makes me want to go back in time and tell my younger self to not be such a smartass and to keep my mouth shut.

And then Youngjae breathes heavily. And then he laughs.

"THANK GOD!" he practically squeals, "Because I am too."

This hits me like a ton of bricks. How can two straight men have found themselves in a gay relationship together for this long and neither of them realize the other was straight? What was Youngjae's story?

"You're going to need to fill me in on this one," I stutter, looking at the boy for some kind of explanation. How many other people were hiding secret sexual identities?

"I thought I was gay, I thought that the fact that I wasn't sexually attracted to girls at that time meant that by default I was attracted to boys. And then puberty came and I realised that Seulgi was the most gorgeous creature on this planet. But it was too late, I was already a twink," he says slowly, and I can't help but feel my heart go out to him.

We stand in awkward silence, both of us probably running over the relationship that we've shared in our heads. None of our love was real— or was it?

"I love you like a brother," Youngjae says, almost as if he could read my mind, "I value you so much in my life. I want to still love you, just this time as a friend."

Despite my own strong will, I find myself getting slightly misty in my eyes at this. Youngjae is my best friend, he knows me better than most. While I kept my distance because of my own self hatred, he had broken down my barriers and walls to know the real me. Fucking wasn't the only thing we did through all of this.

"Best friends?" I ask, my voice getting choked up.

"Best friends," he whispers back before pulling me into a hug.

There is something so freeing about this hug. It's like every weight has been lifted off my shoulders because for the first time in years, someone is hugging me whilst knowing exactly who I am. They love me unconditionally.

"Hey, fags!" A voice from the darkness breaks the moment, and I look up to see a drunken Jackson stumbling towards us, "Why don't you two take turns sucking my dick?"

He's not insulting me anymore. I'm not the thing he loathes— neither of us are. But he's insulting the people who took me in and nurtured me. He's insulting my best friends. He's insulting a community that is entirely misunderstood by bigots like him.

And so I see red.

And I strike.

He's on the ground before anyone can intervene and my fist is making contact with his face. A crowd has gathered around us but they can already tell that this is no ordinary fight. I'm not fighting for myself. I'm fighting for every single student Jackson Wang has ever made uncomfortable, upset, or ashamed of who they are.

"Jung, I swear I will kill you!" Jackson spits at me, and he tries to lunge up to knock me over.

We wrestle for a few more minutes before I hear footsteps pounding towards us, and slowly I see the crowd split into two sides. The Straights are looking at me with murder in their eyes. The LGs look like they want to rip Jackson to shreds.

Jimin stands between them, his eyes looking helpless as he assesses the scene in front of him.

"FIGHT!" Jungkook yells.

And just like that, all hell breaks loose for the millionth time this year.

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