“So you have kissed a boy.”

At these words Youngjae’s hand startled, and the tip of his pencil snapped off and flew into oblivion, little bits of led crumbling off the severed stick. He had walked right into the trap. Again.

“I was, like, 10, okay? He was curious and I agreed to help him out. It’s not a big deal,” Youngjae pulled a blue plastic pencil sharpener from his bag.

“You admit it!”

Youngjae tried to ignore the warmth rising in his cheeks, and turned his back to Junhong. “Yeah, so what?” He twisted the pencil in the sharpener above the trash can to the side to avoid getting little wood shavings all over the bed. “It’s not like I’m actually gay.”

There was silence as Youngjae sharpened his pencil, and he turned around to be met with an extremely unamused look from his friend. “What?”

In response Junhong simply raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Apparently,” Junhong sighed and turned back to his textbook, doodling little figures hanging and dangling from the edges of letters.

Youngjae could’ve sworn he saw a hint of disappointment flash across his eyes, but before he could say anything Junhong was talking again.