Hate is a strong feeling|Yoonmin

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"That was great." I say. "Yeah, well I have work in like 15 minutes. But I'll pick you up afterwards." He says putting on his shoes. "Okay." I say. He leans over and kisses me before he leaves. I sit up and put on my clothes. I go down to the living room where Taehyung is watching TV. "You were right." I say. "I know." He says. "He was great and I feel so much better." I say. "I know." He says.

"I heard it. You moan really loud. Its kinda sexy." He says flipping the channels. "Whatever." I say. "You're not going to call me any names?" He asks. "No." I sigh. "Wow." He says. "You have to really be messed up." He says. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm dating Wonho but I keep getting sexual feeling for Yoongi." I say. "It's probably your hormones." He says.

"Why." I say. "Your hormones act up around this time. The teenage hormones. You'll start to feel feelings for anyone. Remember last year when I dated Youngjae?" He asks. "Yeah." I say. "Remember when I missed 5 period." He says. "Yeah." I say. "Third floor. Room 482." He says.

"Ew." I say. "Hey it works. Jungkooks going through it right now." He says. "I don't really want to know that." I say. "Well do you think I want to know about yours." He says. "I'm trying to help you." He says. "I know it's just awkward." I say. "Yeah." He says. "I need a smoke." He says. He stands up and goes outside. I follow him. He lights a cigarette. "Anyways, it's really just hormones." He says. "Are you sure." I say. "Yes I'm sure, didn't you feel better after Wonho." He says.

"Yes." I say. "See." He says. "Okay I guess you're right." I say. We stand In silence till a car pulls up. Hoseok gets out. I turn to taehyung. "Don't tell him." I say. "Whatever." He says. "Sup fuckers." Hoseok says. "Nothing." I say. "Can I just say I had the greatest fuck today." He say. "So did you Jimin." Taehyung says under his breathe. "What?" Hoseok asks.

"It's nothing." Taehyung says. Taehyungs phone starts ringing. "Hello." He says. "Nothing why?" He asks. "Now?" He asks. "I guess." He says. "Okay." He says. "Bye." He says. "Conversations aren't very interesting unless you hear the other side." Hoseok says. "Jungkook wants me to come over." He says. "Have fun." Hoseok says. "Whatever I'll be back." Taehyung says. He goes to his car and drives away.

"So how are you and Wonho?" He asks sitting across from me. He lights a cigarette. "We're fine." I say. "What did you do Friday?" He asks. "We watched movies." I say. "We?" He asks. "Me and Wonho." I say quietly. "Excuse me." He says. "We didn't do anything." I say. "He better not touch you or I'll beat him up." He says. "I know you would." I say. "You need to stop being so over protective." I say. "No I'm your unofficial father, I need to be protective." He says.

"I don't need you too. I'm fine Hoseok. I can't believe you still think of me as a baby. I've been with 2 people already. I've had sex before. It's not like I'm a virgin." I say. "But you will be to me." He says. "Remember when your mother left you came crying to me, and I told you I'd never let anybody else hurt you." He says. "He's not going to hurt me." I say. "But you cant be sure." He says. "I can be sure. And if anything happens I give you full permission to hurt him If you want but you can't hurt him if we have sex." He says.

"I can't promise anything." He says. "Hoseok." I say. "Fine." He says. "Okay." I say. "But you better tell me when you do it for the first time." He says. "Okay." I say. "By the way it was like a couple minutes ago." I say. "What!" He says. "Taehyung talked me into it saying I need to do it for my hormones." I say. "I'm going to kill him." He says standing up. I stand up and put my hands on his shoulders. "Please don't." I say. "I told him not to touch you." He says.

"Listen to me. I'm not a baby. I'm 15. You were 13 when you started having sex." I say. "But you're different." He says. "No I'm not." I say. "Yes you are. You're the good one. You're the one who has a chance at a good future." He says. "Just because I had sex with him doesn't mean I'm giving up that." I say. "I'm working hard. And now I won't get so stressed out about things that interfere with my plans." I add. "Okay." He says. "Thank you for caring." I say. "That's my job."