Over the last few weeks Jungkook couldn't help but notice the tension between them.

Jimin and Yoongi both act very weird in Jungkook's eyes. It sometimes seems like they are kind of flirting?

"Hyung, can I ask you something?" asks Jungkook as soon as they enter their apartment.

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything."

Jungkook couldn't wait anymore, he had to ask.

"Do you like Jimin?"

A light shade of red appears on Yoongi's cheeks.

"Yeah, he is nice."

There was moment of silence before Jungkook clears his throat.

"No, I mean like do you like him...Um like would you take him out on a date?"

"Yeah I do like him like that. I actually wanted to ask you if you could help me. I don't really know how to ask him on a date. Should I give him flowers or choc-"

"You're gay?"

Yoongi smile drop seeing the disgusted look on Jungkook's face after he asked that question.

"Yes I am. Do you have a problem with that?"

Rage fills Jungkook's body as he clenches his fists.

"You could have told me. I can't believe I have been friends with a faggot all this time."

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"You heard what I said."

Yoongi crosses his arms and step closer to Jungkook.

"Listen here, I don't know if you're just in a bad mood but why would you call me tha-"

"I'm not in a bad mood," interrupts Jungkook.

"Oh?" says Yoongi in a sarcastic tone. "You just call me names for the FUN OF IT!"

Yoongi takes a deep breath to calm himself, before speaking again.

"I just don't understand where this is coming from. We have been friends for five years an-"

"IT DOENST MATTER! I HATE YOU! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT YOU ARE GAY?"

Yoongi clenches his fists feeling very aggravated by Jungkook's inessential ire.

"First of all, you never asked. And I don't think my sexuality has anything to do with you. It's my own expression of sexual receptivity and my impression of romantic love."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Well, your idea of love is wrong. You just haven't found the right girl."

Yoongi looks at him, appalled. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? From the first day we met, I made sure to be the best hyung for you. I bought you meals. I helped you with your studies. I- I even held you in my arms and let you cry on my shoulder every time one of those silly girls broke your heart."

Yoongi stops for a second and takes a deep breath. He blinks his tears away before continuing.

"And now you hate me...because I fell in love with a man? You h-hate me for choosing happiness?"

Yoongi expected an answer, but Jungkook just replied with a revolted look on his face.

"You know what? I've had enough of your unmerited insults. I don't deserve this."

"Then leave."

Yoongi's jaw drops, he couldn't believe his ears.

"You- Fine I'm leaving. I don't want to live with a homophobic asshole anyway."

Before Jungkook could say another word, Yoongi was out by the front door. Jungkook flinches when Yoongi throws the door shut.

Tears start falling as he walks down the hallway. Yoongi stops and leans his back against the wall. He slides down the wall and crawls into a ball, hiding his face in his arms.

With shaking hands, he takes out his phone from his pocket. He wipes his tears and deals a number.

"Hello Yoongi, why did you call?"

More tears make their way down his cheeks. It feels so nice to hear his voice right now.

"Are you crying? What happened?"

"M-may I come over to your place?"

"Yes of course, I will text you my address. Don't drive, please take an uber."

"Thank you, Jimin."