"Do you know the kid's name?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"No. He refuses to tell me his name."

"But you do know it's a boy?"

"Yes. He has told me many times he is gay. And he always talks about how cute and happy he is all the time."

"Hey faggot! Come show me which room I'll be staying in."

"Sorry Mrs. Min, but I have to go."

"It's okay. Just save my number and don't tell Yoongi about us talking."

"Okay ma'am. You can count on me! Bye bye!"

"Bye."

I walked passed Yoongi, motioning for him to follow me. I couldn't get over the fact that he is actually gay! Wait, if he is gay, why does he make fun of me being gay? Who does he even like?

YOONGI'S POV (finally)

Ugh. I can't believe I actually agreed to stay. Why did I even agree to come over in the first place? Granted, I didn't know I would be looking after him. The way my mom described him, I thought he was a little kid.

Just as we were walking, my phone started ringing.

MOM

"Hey Mom."

"Hey. I just asked Jimin's mom what room you would be staying in. She said either the living room or Jimin's room. There are two beds in Jimin's room so it wouldn't be awkward."

"Thanks. I guess I'll stay in Jimin's room."

"Okay. When are you gonna tell me who you like? I want to know!"

"Hmm. Either never or when me and that person get together. Most likely the first choice."

"Okay. Well I got to go, and please don't be such a jerk."

"Bye Mom."

"Bye suga(r)."

I hung up the phone.

"Hey Chim. I'm going to be staying in your room."

"Oh ok-okay. Let me clean up really quick." After that he disappeared into his room and locked the door.

JIMIN'S POV

Oh no! He'll see my clothes! He'll find out I like to cross-dress! He'll tell everyone!

I rushed to grab all of my girl clothes and hide them.

I opened the door to reveal Yoongi still standing there.

I moved out of the way so he could come in. I let out a quite sigh of relief that I had covered up my secret.

"Um Jimin?"

"Yeah?" I said, not looking his way.

"Why is there a skirt in the floor?"

"Oh no." I quietly cursed myself.

He knows now.

A/N:

Shout out to my number one reader! I love you! Thank you! And I fulfilled my promise!