"Tae?.....Taehyung.....Baby Tae... EARTH TO ALIEN!!" A voice yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Hoseok, my best friend. I gave him a irritated expression, to which he only smiled at, plopping down next to me on my bed.

"When did you get here?" I ask curiously and he offers a small laugh, his smile never leaving his face like usual.

"About ten minutes ago, your mom let me in before bolting out the door, something about a family emergency" he says with a small shrug and I nod. It's always a family emergency. It's always the same excuse, at about the same time each month. It's her way of saying she's leaving for the day, that she'll be back tonight to pack a bag and she'll be gone for a few days. 

it's nothing new, I think to myself with a sigh. I look down at my hands and bite my lip, sniffling a bit because of sinuses.

He pokes me in the foot, but I don't say anything, still looking down at my hands.

"Hey..." he says quietly, and I can feel his weight shift on the bed but I still don't look at him.

"Taehyung?" He asks, and I can tell he's about ready to start yelling my name again, probably thinking I zoned out again like I often do.

I don't try to zone out, it just happens. My thoughts take me away from reality.memories cloud my mind and take me to a whole another world. Where my mom wouldn't disappear on me, a place where my grandparents weren't dead, but mostly where my parents still loved me. They say they do, But every morning I wake up in a cold, empty house.

My dad's gone more often then not, and even though when my mom's home she pays attention to me, the moment something comes up, she'll leave me alone. Just like that. It's always been like this.

Hoseok spends the night at my house a lot, we'll stay up late, watching movies, eating popcorn and laughing; we'll curl up in bed when it's raining outside and listen to the rain lightly thud on the roof, the house comfortably silent.

I could have sworn a few times, in the middle of the night I would feel something soft press against my lips, but I've never brought it up to him, in fear of what might happen.

"What's wrong?" He asks suddenly, bringing me out of the trans I was in. I look over to him and shake my head slightly, glancing over at my open bedroom door. My dad won't be home for another few weeks and my mom will probably leave tonight too.

"Hey Hoseok...." 

"Yeah?" 

"Can you..." I say but stop. what if he think thinks this is weir?  Me asking him to  spend the night tonight... what if he starts to act different around me?

"Spit it out Tae" He says, placing his hand on my hands, worry lingering in his tone. I hadn't noticed, but I was clenching my fists to the point where they almost looked purple. This was too hard for me.

"Ah never mind" I say, unclenching my fists, but he shakes his head, taking the opportunity to slip his hands in my own, lacing our fingers together. 

These kind of actions are what makes me think he isn't straight!!  a voice yells in my head.

And? Does it matter?! I say back, focusing on our hands. I can hear a soft murmuring sound but can't tell what it is.

No because you aren't straight either, It says matter if factly.

What? Yes I am. Of course I am. I snap back.

No you aren't. Your just confused, you don't know what you want and- I shake my head some, the voice stops and it helps bring me back to reality some.

"Are you even listening to me?" Hoseok says, squeezing my hands a little. 

"Yeah." I reply, looking up at him. I get this strange feeling in my stomach, like a child who had one to many pixie sticks and feels sick. Why do I feel like this all of a sudden? 

"Okay then repeat what I just said." He says.

The hell if i know! I think before my dry lips.

"Uh well..."

"You weren't"

"No sorry."

"What's been on your mind lately that you can't even pay attention to your own best friend?" He asks, crossing his arms on his chest. 

"Hoseok I'm sorry.... it's just my parents and..." he nods in understanding, waiting for me to continue.

"And?" He asks for a moment after I don't continue. 

"Well I don't know what to do. They're hardly ever here and I have you but I always feel so bad that you spend the night here and not with your own family probably out of pity and-" I stop, tears threatening to fall. I take a few deep breaths and prepare to continue but luckily he speaks so I don't have to.

"Taehyung. I know your parents are never here. I know it's hard, but you'll always have me. I don't stay here with you because of pity. I stay here because... I love you. Your my best friend, but I wish we could be more then that and it pains me sometimes that you'll never love me back. I know your not gay and-" he stops when I press my lips to his. 

His lips are soft just like I remembered, and after a few seconds he kisses me back.

"I love you too." I say between passionate kisses, our hands free to wander wherever they please. 

The voice was right. No I may not be straight, no my parents may never be around, but Hoseok still is. He always is... and I don't regret a thing.