"I'm so nervous." Jimin mutters. "What if I failed?! I got question eight wrong and-"

"Babe, calm down. You're not gonna fail." Jungkook interrupts him. "You studied your ass off, and you're basically a genius. You'll be fine."

Jimin ignores him, still muttering under his breath, anxiously drumming his fingernails on the table.

Jungkook's name is called out, and he quickly gets up, smiles back at Jimin who flashes him a supportive grin and heads to the teacher's desk, grabbing his papers. He doesn't bother to look at them right there, just goes back to his seat. Hoseok is called up next, then Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and then finally, Jimin.

Jimin laughs nervously, smoothes his sweater out and makes his way to the front, grabs the papers and practically runs back to his seat, clamping a hand over his mouth to avoid screaming, crying, or both.

"You're so annoying." Yoongi complains, grabbing his test and flipping it around. "Look you fucktard, you got an A."

"I did?" Jimin asks, peering at the 98% written on top, an A right next to it.

"If you complain about your two percent off, I'm actually gonna castrate you." Hoseok warns.

Jimin laughs airily, his heart still racing from earlier. "Don't worry, I'm happy with this."

"You better be." Jungkook retorts, nudging him. "Your efforts payed off by the way, I also got an A. 91% which balances out my shitty class participation."

"Good job." Jimin praises, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "What about the rest of y'all?"

"100." Namjoon replies. "Jin did really well, he got 90."

"Says the bitch who got full score." Jin replies. "But yeah, I'm still happy."

"80, but that's good enough since I plan to get in with a sports scholarship." Yoongi answers.

"Same." Hoseok responds. "88 for me and 96 for Tae."

"Fuck yeah!" Jungkook practically shouts, quieting as everyone looks at them. "Shit that was a bit too loud- anyways, who's place are we going to?"

"My parents allowed me to bring over a couple friends for the night if I get an A." Jin offers. "And Hobi, no, you're not inviting the whole school."

Hoseok sighs but nods. "Fine. It'll just be us. And Jihyun due to our personal mission."

Taehyung perks up. "Jihyun's coming?"

"Duh." Seokjin replies. "Me and my boo need more bonding time."

"Your...boo?"

"It's platonic." Namjoon answers. "Apparantly they're soulmates cause they have a really compatible birthchart and shit."

"Ah."

"Anyways," Jin interrupts, nudging Taehyung. "Remember what we talked about? Follow through with the plan."

Tae pouts, glaring at Jin. "But Jin! I don't want to! It's scary! Involves too many feelings and what-ifs and-"

"You pinky-promised me. If you don't do it, I'm legally allowed to chop off your finger."

_______

"Seeya in a bit, Tae!" Hoseok calls, slamming the car door shut.

Taehyung nods, leaning against his own car, his fingers nervously tapping against the black metal as he waits for Jihyun.

"Hey Jihyun!" Taehyung calls upon seeing him, a smile on his face as he waves him over. "Love the sweatshirt."

"It's literally just grey." Jihyun replies, looking confused.

Well shit. Of course he's into someone who doesn't know how to take a compliment.

"Jihyun, you look cute in it and it's new." Taehyung says, laughing as he blushes furiously and mutters a quiet thanks.

"I actually need to ask you something," Tae starts cautiously after they stand in silence for a couple seconds. "Uh, so, you know how prom is in a bit?"

"Yeah?" Jihyun replies. "Oh, do you need someone to go with? I'd love to help you with that, but the guys I know are a bit homophobic and the girls I know are either lesbian, aro-ace, or into really freaky shit like blood kinks and gunplay."

"Not that that's a bad thing!" he adds, noticing how Taehyung stares at him blankly. "It's just that usually people don't like that and I never bothered y'know, asking them out or hooking them up with people since I never wanted to be that guy who thinks he's really something when he's not even good in bed and disregards his partner's...pleasures in favor of his own and- fucking hell, I'm rambling again."

"Right." Taehyung says, still trying to process what just happened. "Well, I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to go with me."

"You wanted to huh to go with huh?"

"I..."

Jihyun coughs. "Me? As in... me? Like... the guy you just bro-zoned a few days ago? Wait, oh my God, we're going as bro's, right? That'd be... gay... otherwise. Um, sure. I'll go as your bro."

Taehyung looks confused. "Actually, no. I meant, like, we can go as a... couple? It's okay if you say no, like, I get it and I-"

"Tae?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm, like, really fucking confused right now."

Taehyung laughs nervously.

"Me fucking too."

"I thought you didn't like me. Like, not in a "Oh, Jihyun's a lame fag, I don't like him" but "Jihyun and I are bros and will never be anything more, not even a brojob level bro friendship". So. Yeah. This feels... confusing."

"I know." Taehyung says quickly. "But I thought you didn't like me. Like, I don't know, you kind of ran away after we kissed and I thought you were embarrassed or mad at me and-"

"Oh my god, Tae, I'm so sorry," Jihyun sighs. "It's just...I panicked. I guess I assumed the worst so I just-"

"Ran?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

They both fall silent, Jihyun's breath hitching when Taehyung leans forward, reaching his hand out to stroke his cheek.

"So," Tae starts. "Prom?"

Jihyun smiles brightly, before nodding and without hesitation, he leans forward, closing the distance between their lips.

Unlike their first time, it's much softer, much more planned out. No alcohol, no crowds, no loud music, just them. They go slow, both of them wanting to test the other out.

Jihyun's tongue brushes against Taehyung's lips, and without a further thought, Taehyung parts his lips, allowing him entrance. Somewhat cautiously, Jihyun's tongue traces the inside of the elder's, breathing out a quiet moan when Taehyung grips the lower half of his waist, pulling them closer. Tongues brushing, Taehyung works his way further into Jihyun's mouth, wanting so desperately to mark him up.

Jihyun's pace grows noticeably slower, his lips red and bruised by now, wanting to get as much of this as he can, before he pulls away.

"Holy shit," Taehyung mutters. "This feels like a dream."

"Plot twist, it is one."

"Shut up." Taehyung replies.

Jihyun giggles, shyly pressing a kiss on Taehyung's cheek as he gets into the passengers seat.

"So..." Jihyun asks after a beat of silence. "It wasn't a mistake."

"Never."

_______

a/n

lesbianism.