Later in the night, Jungkook rolled himself in the blanket tighter and tighter. Not knowing what he was scared of, he felt anxious while turning and twisting. He hadn't the courage to talk to anyone, and thankfully, his grandparents believed that he fell sick last night, so they didn't bother him by asking too many questions.

His hand reached over to the table and he grabbed the phone. His heart was skittish as he unlocked the screen and ran his finger through the app — the one that decimated his confidence and decapitated his personality.

It was non-seasonal rain that was making him edgier and edgier, and the thought about the kind of a day he had. From getting humiliated to getting lost, and then miraculously finding his way back home to find out that his missing report was all over the news, it was underestimation to say it was extreme. 

There was no sign of Jimin's chats. Where once was laughter and things that fluttered his heart and tingled his body, were replaced by nothing, as if they never talked, as if they never knew each other. The teenager's poor heart began to weep in agony and sent him spiraling downwards even more. He consoled himself. It's going to be okay with time. You won't remember much. You will forget it in days to come. You aren't that bad a person.

Yes, you are. You deserved it. God made you pay for what you did. 

He wept silently, looking up at the sky, believing that God was looking down at him. The thunder absorbed his own sound from reaching his ears.

**

Meanwhile, Jimin returned home, a little drunk. After dropping Jungkook home, he dropped Hoseok to the club where the lawyer had parked his car. He then returned to the office albeit his mind wasn't into it. Everyone asked him questions, but he only mumbled 'it was an emergency with a close friend.'

After work, he had met Hoseok and they drank at the latter's house.  

Now that he returned home, it felt different somehow. He was the same person, but deep inside, something was stirring in the cauldron of his thoughts. He couldn't bear it — couldn't agree with how he felt. Agitatedly, he got up from his bed and rubbed his hair with both hands.

The next thing was his fingers trailing his phone and he picked it up, opening the adult content site. His heart beat harshly as he clicked on the gay section. The first sight of thumbnails made him curious, and also nauseous. It wasn't natural for him to see homosexual beings, but there were people who were living this truth, which he knew. 

Quickly, he clicked on one video and waited to see what was going to happen. Two boys were sitting on the couch in the living room in the video. They were talking, which Jimin really didn't care for. He skipped the video ahead to them kissing. His face scrunched. "Hell no! I can never do this. I am not gay! Why am I even considering the possibility? I just have a sensitive neck. That meant nothing."

He chucked his phone back on the nightstand and got up. After rushing into the bathroom and cleaning up, he changed into comfortable attire and a jacket. Before he had any other thoughts, he was running away towards the basement parking of his condominium after carrying his keys and phone.

He drove fast in the darkness, not afraid of water logging in the area. The car's engine was making more noise than it usually did. Jimin ignored it and continued to drive until he was in front of Momo's house. He parked his car all the while fighting with his thoughts that he shouldn't be doing this. But it was as if his body was running on its own.

Before he knew it, he was ringing the bell of the house. Momo opened the door almost immediately and looked at Jimin. "What are you doing here?"

Jimin didn't say anything but fixed his hands on the older woman's waist, pulling her closer. His eyes weren't meeting her as he dipped down to kiss her neck. Momo moaned, trying to reluctantly push Jimin back and talk, but she couldn't do it when her body needed this. She pulled the man inside the house and closed the door behind them. 

Jimin slid her nightgown up, getting her panties and tugging them down. Momo didn't protest anymore as Jimin turned her around, pushing her nape down so she was in a doggy position. He inserted her from behind and began thrusting without giving her any jiffy. 

The woman whimpered loudly, holding onto the cabinet for support. Jimin was breathing heavily and bashing her mercilessly. It was all good until an image of Jungkook surfaced in his mind, imagining him in place of Momo as he held him down.

Jimin shuddered, pulling off instantly and getting out of the house in the next moment while fixing his zipper before the woman could fathom what had just happened. He ran downstairs, not pausing for even one moment. His heart was jumping through his ribcage as he got hold of his car door. He couldn't feel this way. Why was he thinking about something that he had never done before?

When he got under the safety of his car, he heard his sharp pants. "No, NO, NO!" He screamed, holding onto his hair. "This isn't happening." He gulped while balancing to breathe. 

He picked up his phone to see that Momo was calling him and sending him numerous texts. A notification from Instagram popped on top of the task menu caught his eye, suggesting people to be followed. Jeon Jungkook's name was there. Jimin's thumb pressed on the notification quicker than his heartbeat. On the feed of the public profile, there were over hundreds of pictures. In almost all of them, Jungkook was grinning, but one particular picture made Jimin stop scrolling through his profile's feed and zoom on it.

The picture was taken in a nightclub in front of a neon angel frame with a halo and wings. Jungkook had stood there in such a way that everything was dark, including his clothes, but a little of his waist of peeking, and his half face was glowing under the neon light. The wings looked like part of his body and a halo shined on his head. What made Jimin's dick throb suddenly was how Jungkook had raised his both hands above his head and placed them on the wall. He made it seem like he was tied, but he wasn't.

Jimin had never seen a man with such sex appeal, or rather, he had never seen a man in any way other than platonically. I can't imagine kissing a man, then how is this happening to my body?