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AnonymouslyInLove:
This guy I've been seeing wants to take our relationship to the next "level". I just don't know how to tell him I'm trans.

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TiaHub777: since no one else wants to give anything good,,,i suggest you tell him. if you wait it's gonna bite you in the ass later on. also you shouldn't have to feel obligated to tell him until you feel comfortable. good luck :)
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JOY

When Namjoon told me he had planned a lot
for our second date, I thought he meant something romantic. A picnic on a roof with chocolate covered strawberries or a ferris wheel kiss under the stars. Something that would top the sweat drenched soccer match we had on our first date.

I wasn't expecting...

"Welcome to the Museum of Sex."

This.

I was at a loss of words when I saw the assortment of colored bushwhackers and a giant cooter cat plastered on the wall in front of me.

"What's that face about? You hate it don't you."

"Oh no! I'm just wondering what size gets the job done for her." I point to the enormously wide vagina, opened by two fingers with smiley faces on them. The facts next to their childish faces just make it just as weird.

Namjoon laughed, "What if she didn't need something to satisfy her?" I looked over at him with a questionable glare before smiling. "If she can push a human out of it, she can choose what goes in it," he projects.

I raised my hands dramatically defending myself, "Alright Mr.Feminist." Namjoon laughed hard and I can't help but laugh myself with his contagious smile and dimples so deep I could plant a seed in them.

"Shall we begin?" He was stupidly sweet and held his hand out for me. I may have freaked and started sweating out of nowhere but the minute I looked into his eyes everything just went...poof.

"We shall." I took his hand and he pulled me in, kissing my forehead and turning forward.

Jesus my heart is going to explode.

We started looking around. It wasn't as weird as I thought it was. It was mostly romantic—intensely romantic.

"Alright Mr.Feminist, I know your activism didn't get us into this place. So, tell me what bank you robbed or the name of the tour guide you bribed." I said as we had our focus on the artwork. We were currently in the History of Sex, watching Egyptians get it on in the hieroglyphics.

Namjoon shrugged, "Lori." I nearly choked when he gave me a straight forward answer as I turn my head almost giving myself a damn whiplash. His laugh burst throughout the halls, almost a childish giggle at the end when my face turned red.

"That was totally uncalled for."

"You asked and I delivered."

"Fuck you."

"That's highly appropriate for this setting. You wanna try it out?" He spun me around, his eyes now staring straight into mine while I hold my breath, way too scared to say anything.

I was the first one to look away and walked over to a sculpture. It was a man crying as he held a woman in his arms, that's at least what I saw.

"O Romeo." Right behind me was Namjoon, his hands in the pocket of the ripped cardigan (I pretended that I didn't notice for his sake). "O Romeo based on the most iconic of romances, Romeo and Juliet."

"It's not very sensual like the others." I stated.

"Well sex is more than just...sex." He chuckled.
"That's all that's there to it." After that he walked away all smooth like as if he said something philosophical. I was expecting some poetic speech on what really sex is but I guess not.

I shrugged it off and followed behind him.

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JUNGKOOK

The smell of pizza and grease was everywhere.

My thumbs were going numb while my face ached from all the smiling and laughing.

I mean, who knew arcades would be just as fun when you're with someone you love...

I mean a different kind of love.

The kind of love that would make you let them cheat against you in Dance Dance Revolution.

"Even after all those ballet lessons, you still have two left feet."

Ezra playfully pushed me, "Shut up, Mr.Perfect. Maybe if I was trapped in my house, I could be just as perfect as you."

"Is that so? I could dye my hair after every breakup and run away from home and still be better than you." I clapped back, too busy laughing while she punched my arm over and over again.

This was what our friendship truly was.

We made fun of each other and laughed off our trauma (as sad as that sounds) and comforted each other right after. It felt good to be like this again, to be with her instead of watching her from across the room.

One thing I could say was it was hard to keep her attention on me. It was either her phone in the way or someone who knew her, walking up to her and saying whatever. I even went out my way and wore the only expensive piece of clothing I had, denim jeans and my favorite boots. It felt weird to have my hair swooped to the side but she seemed to like it.

"This red looks way better on you than it does for me. In what life is this fair?" Ezra whined and I smiled while we walked over to the item shop. I gave most of my tickets to Ezra because I kept winning at the most simple games. It wasn't that hard, you just had to know how to hack the system.

"Omg Jungkook, it's a giant carrot! Get it pleaseeee."

"Can I get the giant carrot and the giant sweet tarts." I smiled and the employee took the game card from my hand.

Ezra was bouncing around like a child, not failing to make other people look and smile with her. It was a blessing and a curse for her to be such a people person, making everyone around her forget their daily routines just to get a glimpse of her beauty.

Jungkook stop it, you're being weird.

"Here you go."

"Thank youuuuu." Ezra grabbed the carrot while I held the sweet tarts after she complained it was too heavy. We left the arcade and walked around shopping center filled with people gathering.

The sun was already setting and the only thing brighter than the sun was her smile.

"Jeon Jungkook, are you falling for me?"

Ezra stopped and looked up at me. I didn't say anything because I was too much in awe of her beauty.

Even if it's just the little things about her: her heart shaped lips were the cutest shade of pink. Her dimples formed around her smile instead of on her cheeks. The way her hands were so small compared to mine made me want to hold onto it forever.

"Wouldn't even think of doing that." I ruffled her hair. I already have.

We sat down by a taco stand that was by the water fountain in the middle of everything. Ezra was looking down at her phone by the time we sat down, giggling and smiling too much for my liking. 

Yes, it was jealously but I had a right to be jealous if she was with me today. Right.

"Hope your thumbs fall off like your love life." I whispered but she heard it regardless. She gently pushed my shoulder, "Calm down. It's not like I was ignoring you the whole time."

"That's because I was busy beating you the whole time." Ezra giggled and stood up, "I'm going to use the bathroom and pretend that you're being a sore loser." She pinched my cheek before walking off, her hips swaying along with her hair.

"You're a really lucky guy." I hear someone say as they walk past me. Part of me questioned that, if I was really lucky to have someone like her in my life. If someone as energetic with the biggest heart was meant to be in my boring, perfect life.

I checked my phone to see how Namjoon was doing. He just posted minutes ago on this stupid app he forced me to download. Talk Love, an app for singles to stalk all the couples on and essentially ask for love advice. His post was already trending which made me question how accurate this app was.

A few minutes has passed and Ezra still didn't come from the bathroom yet. The sun was already down and I was getting worried she might have ditched me. I felt chilly but I had my jacket on. My legs were bouncing like a bunny rabbit and people stared as they walked by me.

"Where the hell is this girl?"

I got up and looked around for her, asked some of
the vendors if they had seen a short red head with a temper.

I was slowly becoming hopeless when I heard a laugh similar to hers. I ran towards the sound and long and behold it was her, cuddled up by some guy that looked like he dropped out of college years ago.

"Who you looking at bozo?" The guy said and Ezra looked behind her. When our eyes locked, she gulped. Her lips parted slightly while I balled up my hands.

Part of me wanted to not feel so mad at her but she ditched me for some low life who didn't know what the hell a belt looked like.

"I'll call you later okay, I gotta go." She pushed him off and reached out to me.

"Ha-Hey, sorry the bathroom was kinda hard to find." I kept my head down when she intertwined her hand with mine. "Kookie, please don't be mad at me. I got caught up with an old friend and—"

"Let's just go." I turned around and walked back to our spot. Thankfully our things were still there and I took up the sweet tart and held out the carrot towards her. She was silently staring at me but I'd rather not say what's on my mind.

On the way home she was on her phone the entire time, seemingly forgetting what happened minutes ago. When she wasn't on her phone, it kept going off like hell.

That question popped up again.

Was I really lucky?

I walked her to her dorm since it was already so late. We didn't say anything to each other the entire walk to her room.

"Do you wanna um—I'm kind of alone for the rest of the night..." She mumbled with a pout. I didn't like being upset like this. Hell, it was the worse thing for me to be upset at someone I deeply care about.

"Maybe next time. I have a roommate that has no sense of time." I laughed out trying to lighten the mood. It somewhat worked when she looked up with teary eyes.

Ezra was never the type to take the silent treatment well. For most of her life that's what she got and now it was being thrown in her face.

"Ezra I'm sorry I got mad. You're allowed to talk to other people—"

"—but that wasn't fair to you. I was out with you, not him." Her hands were balled up and tucked in her sleeves. She took a step towards me, "I know that I don't have the best attention span at times and I'm truly sorry for that but if you're ever upset tell me."

I gulped, slightly letting go of the hefty sweet tart. "I know...It's just that I want your eyes focused on me. Not your phone or that wannabe truck driver. No one but me."

Ezra's eyes widened slightly, her breathing paused just momentarily before moving closer to me. I took a dangerously closer step and my arm snaked around her waist.

"Only me."

Our faces got closer, closing the gap between us. No book that I've studied had ever taught me how
to kiss someone and now I wished I had actually paid attention to Namjoon.

My breath got caught up in my throat, a weird flutter in my chest that made my spine tingle. Was this butterflies? Do I just kiss her? I hope
my breath doesn't stink...

"Jungkook."

"Hmm?"

I'm finally back into reality and the feeling of her lips on mine shock right through me. I gasped, holding my breath while she applied pressure and her arms wrapped around my neck. It happened. I had my first kiss with my childhood crush.

The one thing I've wanted for so long was finally happening.

So why the hell am I not liking it?

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Masterpiece 💆🏻‍♂️.

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masterpiece indeed