(Jungkook's POV)

"Would you ever have a threesome?"

"It depends, am I the center of attention or..."

"I think you're supposed to be even, in attention that is to have a good threesome."

"Yeah but are we all in a relationship or just two of us and we invited someone else? Or-"

"What's wrong with you guys?! We're taking a test!" I huffed trying to focus back on my Spanish test. Namjoon and Hoseok kept whispering over my desk, and every once in a while Jin would turn around and join the conversation.

"Mr. Jeon! Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" I looked up as our teacher looked at me. Quiet giggles and whispers could be heard as I shook my head quickly. When she stopped looking at me I shot a glare at Hoseok and Namjoon before looking back at my paper.

"He's only grumpy because he hadn't seen his boyfriend in a week." Namjoon whispered as Hoseok agreed, as if I wasn't right here.

"Yesterday, I caught him eating yogurt!" Hoseok whisper yelled as Namjoon gasped.

"Not yogurt!"

I honestly had no idea what that meant but I didn't risk replying, I didn't want detention.

"Mr. Jeon! Talking again?" The teacher had her hands on her hips as my mouth dropped open.

"I didn't say anything!" It slipped out before I could stop it as I heard more giggles.

"Oh? You want to have an attitude? Detention." She glared at me, daring me to protest. I sighed, looking back at my unfinished test. Hoseok and Namjoon mumbled a few sorrys before actually doing their tests.

Dammit.

***

"Why can't you go see him?" Jin asked as I turned to him. He got detention for sassing a teacher, which frankly happened often with a certain teacher.

"Well I've been busy studying for midterms, and he's been busy with work. He's taking over Yoongi's job at the club for the time being." It works because he can't exactly dance for about two weeks, the doctor said nothing too physical. And it's not like Yoongi can do it for the time being. But it also means he has to do a lot more work. Jin hummed in response as he changed the subject to a harder one.

"You going to tell your mom?"

"Hell no! She'd kill me!" I sat up, dating your step-brother isn't exactly on the list of things appropriate to tell people.

"Not about Taehyung. But telling her you're gay." He lowered his voice when saying it, knowing I didn't want other people to know.

"I don't know...if I tell her, she might tell my step-dad. And he literally disowned Taehyung for coming out, he was kicked out and-"

"Your mom wouldn't let that happen." Jin reassured me. But she tended to do whatever he said.

"Even if she didn't, what if I'm a disappointment? She always wants to set me up with some girl, going on about how I'll have a beautiful bride and how she'd plan the wedding. That's the picture she has in her head. Me with a girl, if I shatter that picture...I'll disappoint her." I looked at my feet. I hated disappointing people, it was one of the worst feelings to me.

"Jungkook," Jin glanced at the teacher who was fast asleep. "Let me show you something."

He stood up, making sure the chair didn't squeak and gestured for me to follow. I slowly got up and followed him out of the class and eventually to his car.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked as we walked along the boardwalk, my eyes wandering to the ocean.

"Nothing, just wanted to get out of detention." He shrugged.

"What?! And here I was thinking you were going to tell me something deep." I grumbled as he ruffled my hair. He stopped, his arms resting on the boardwalk rails as he closed his eyes.

"Look, as much as I wish there was some perfect advice to give you the confidence and reassurance you need...there isn't. The reality is you have to be ready. Coming out is hard, especially when you don't have many accepting people around you. But you'll be alright, you have me, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung...and I'm sure your mom too. As soon as you tell her, but only when you want to." Jin opened his eyes and gave me a reassuring smile. When I want to...

I'm definitely not coming out at school, definitely not. But my mom...she's the only person close to me who doesn't know yet.

***

"I want you to be there."

"That's really not my place, Jungkook."

"Please, my mom loves you. They'll definitely go easy on me if you're there."

"They'll? Your homophobic step dad is going to be here?!"

"You're my best friend Hoseok, please." I put my hands together as I looked at him hopefully. I don't think I could ever be 'ready' so I just wanted to get off my chest.

"Okay okay." He complied after a minute. "Thought I came to play video games." Hoseok sulked as I led him downstairs to the kitchen.

The two of us greeted my mother as she set out snacks for us.

"Where is he?" I asked, I usually referred to him as 'he' or 'him' because I sure as hell wasn't calling him dad. But last time I called him by his first name he slapped me.

"He should be home any second-"

I heard the front door open and the jingling of keys. Hoseok shifted bedside me, Hoseok had always hated him. I don't know what my mother saw in him. I found myself holding my breath as he came into the kitchen. My mom went up to him, a smile on her face.

"Hey Honey, how was work?" She greeted happily as the man frowned, walking past her to go to the fridge. He was taller than her, taller than me. And built, he had streaks of gray in his black hair and almost never smiled. He did when mom first married him.

"Fucking boss, gave the promotion to Chul-Woo, and course he fucking did!"

"Language pl-"

"Fucking fag! Probably only promoted him to fuck him in the office-"

"Language! The kids are here!" She stopped him as Hoseok looked at me, worry in his eyes.

"Its disgusting." He mumbled, closing the fridge. His eyes finding mine for the first time as I gulped. "What, can't greet your father when he comes home?"

"You're not my father." I spoke under my breath as Hoseok kicked me under the table. He didn't want me to make matters worse but I could feel the anger building up. He didn't know the 'disgusting' people included me, and I couldn't tell them. Not now.

"What did you say?" My step-dad's eyes narrowed at me, daring me to repeat myself.

Before anything could be said a loud sound rang out. I looked over to see a broken glass on the floor. My mom looking down at it.

"Dammit." He groaned as she quickly apologized.

"Ah, I'm so clumsy, could you get the broom for me please?" She asked, looking up at him as he shot me a glare before going to do so.

"Mom-" she gave me a look that told me I should go. For my sake, she dropped it on purpose. I nodded as I got out of my chair. Hoseok followed behind me as I left the house, tears brimming my eyes.

"Jungkook." Hoseok spoke as soon as we got to my motorcycle.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't involved you." I apologized as I turned away from him. I hated to cry, even more when people saw me doing it. Why am I even crying, because he said fag? Because my mom asked me to leave instead of him? I don't even know, I just know that it hurts, and that I can't tell them about me. Not now...maybe not ever.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around my neck, my face pressing into his shoulder. We didn't speak as I gripped his shirt, the tears that slipped dampening it.

"I hate this." I mumbled, not knowing exactly what I was talking about.

"I know. I'm here, it's okay." He ran his hands through my hair comfortingly. He pulled my face back, wiping the tears with his thumb. "He's a dick."

"He's a dick." I repeated, giggling as Hoseok laughed. My heart feeling slightly lighter.

I didn't feel the eyes staring at us through the window. Not hearing our words, just seeing our actions. How that would lead up to horrible events the next day.

Because I didn't see the eyes, like they saw me.