Jaebum stared at Youngjae for the god-knows-what time. They were all exhausted because JYP made them all practice all of their songs and the upcoming songs. The way sweats formed in Youngjae’s forehead, the way the sweats dropped, Jaebum had witnessed it all. Jaebum wanted to wipe that endless sweats so much, or maybe kissed that bright forehead, but what could he do?

At that very moment while Jaebum fantasized about he kissed Youngjae’s forehead, Youngjae was talking to Jackson and Mark about gay people. They talked about how gay people were treated badly in all of the countries they came from—Korea, Hongkong, USA—even though there were some people that accepted gay people and now US had stated that gay marriages were now legal, but still, majority of people were still bashing on gay people and treated them with bad treatment.

And they precisely were talking about gay people deserved the bad treatment.

“Why do you think they deserve that kind of bad treatment, Jae?” Mark said, laying on the floor. He wiped all the sweats on his forehead with a white towel while waiting for Youngjae’s answer.

“They’re disgusting, hyung,” Youngjae made an awful expression, disgusted by the thought itself, “disgusting,”

He repeated it once again in English, making Jackson and Mark laughed because of his cute pronunciation, and a straight-forward answer too.

“But aren’t you a little bit too harsh, Jae? Probably they want to feel loved too, but just from different genders,” Jinyoung decided to in their exciting conversation, and grabbed Mark’s towel for wiping his own sweats. “Just like you that want your love to be returned by a girl you love,”

“Jinyoung-hyung, please,” Youngjae sighed, “of course I have spent some time to think and consider about that thing. But why do they want to feel loved by the same gender? Like why, hyung? There are many beautiful, kind, smart, or any other good traits girls in this world and why do they have to choose other men as their crush? It just doesn't quite make sense in my head.”

Jackson and Mark shrugged, but then they roared with yes, you're right Youngjae. Jinyoung was currently thinking again about Youngjae’s answer, considerating it. Jinyoung had never hated gay people because they had rights to love and feel loved by anyone they wanted too, like normal people. And no, Jinyoung wasn’t gay.

But it was just Jinyoung had a gay (best)friend, and that (best)friend wasn’t disgusting. At all.

At the other side, Jaebum had stopped fantasizing his imagination for a little while; enough to pick up what was the conversation about. Jaebum couldn’t take anymore, seriously. They all insulted him because of his ual orientation right in front of his face, but of course, Jaebum couldn’t blame all the faults to them because they didn’t know their leader was gay. What hurt him even more was the 'clear' homophobic one wasn't Mark or Jackson, but Youngjae himself. The one that he loved.

In his mind, it also felt wrong to address Youngjae, that highschooler boy, as the one that he loved. He had his share of girlfriends before, and truthfully, he felt like he's only went gay for Youngjae.

But this guy was clearly insulting (people like) him. And it ing hurt.

'Could they just stop?' was the question that popped in his mind from the start, but seeing this, he just knew they wouldn’t shut up without something that would shut them up. So he decided to walk out from their practice room, but first he had to say something. He had to.

“Jae, you can’t really pick who you love. It comes from your heart, and once that love exists, it can’t be turned off as easy as you turn off the lamp,” Jaebum stood up from the floor, fixing his pants a little bit. He glanced at Yugyeom who leaned on Bambam's shoulder, both of them became asleep because the practice was harder than usual, “after you guys finished with your small talk, wake Yugyeom and Bambam up and go to the dorm. Tomorrow we have many schedules,”

And then Jaebum walked out of the practice room, his eyes glistened with tears but no one couldn’t see it because he already walked out. That move was earning confused glances from his bandmates, except one person that secretly sighed. 

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