"I wanna teach you how to show your colors."
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In which Park Jimin is a cold-hearted, closeted homosexual who bullies the openly gay Min Yoongi as a way of masking his jealousy and insecurities.
One small slip-up leads to a thousand more, one of w...
Why? Yoongi asked him to, that's why. And Jimin, in his hopeless state, couldn't tell him 'no'. So he tentatively followed Yoongi all the way from school to the coffeeshop, soon finding himself seated and waiting anxiously at a small corner table while Yoongi waited by the counter for their drinks. Taehyung wasn't working today. And thank goodness for that, Jimin thought. He didn't need that boy's input right now. Doubted he would have been able to handle it, either. So he lucked out this time.
A few minutes later and Yoongi returned to Jimin with two coffees in hand. Without a word, he set one of them down in front of Jimin, lowering himself to the seat across from the boy who he had never seen so despondent--who no one had ever seen so despondent.
For a short while there was only silence. Yoongi sipped quietly at his drink but Jimin didn't even touch his.
"...why did you sound so confident?"
"Hm?"
Yoongi made a glance at Jimin, whose eyes were fixed on the untouched beverage in front of him.
"When you said you knew I was gay. How on earth could you sound so sure of yourself?" Jimin held his breath for a moment. "There's no way...that I made it obvious. There's no way..."
"It's obvious to someone who's been where you are."
Yoongi raised his coffee to his mouth again. A thoughtful sigh passed through his lips.
"I've had the suspicion you were gay for a long time now...because you reminded me of exactly how I used to act before I came out."
Jimin was speechless. And now, the roles were reversed, as he was staring at Yoongi while Yoongi stared down at his coffee. He couldn't imagine it at all. The pastel boy behaving even remotely close to how Jimin, himself, behaved, coldly, unpleasantly, he couldn't imagine the pastel boy dressing in anything other than his cute sweaters and glasses, he couldn't imagine being anything like him. But Yoongi was admitting to him now. Honesty, out in the open.
"...you don't believe me, do you?"
"No, I do," Jimin replied absentmindedly. "I don't get why I do...but I do."
"Want photo proof?"
Jimin's eyes opened a bit wider at the sound of this, but nervously he turned his gaze away upon making accidental eye contact with Yoongi. Next thing Jimin knew, the pastel boy was sliding his phone over to him, on which displayed the 'photo proof' he had spoken of.
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