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Heechul's POV

 

That very night I barged into my little sisters room, not bothering to knock.

 

Han Ji was laying on her belly on the bed wearing blue pajamas, legs up in the air and crossed behind her. She had a bag of chips on the side and a book opened in front of her. She looked up when I entered, a potatoe chip hanging between her lips.

 

"Hey," I said, striding to her bed, 

 

"you read those homo comics, right?"

 

She blinked up at me, taking the chip out . "Homo comics? You mean my collection?"

 

"Yeah, whatever."

 

Han ji huffed. "Well for your information it's called , not homo comics. It's a beautiful Japanese art form expressing BL. That stands for Boys Love by the way."

 

I gave her an I-don't-give- a-crap look. ", homo comics, what's the difference? They're all about gay right?"

 

Han ji shrugged. "Yeah, what about it?"

 

"What does it say about turning back?"

 

"What?"

 

"You know," I waved an irritated hand, 

 

"turn back to normal. Turn gay guys straight again."

 

Han ji blinked. "It doesn't."

 

"What?" I barked, 

 

"why not?"

 

"Oppa, you can't be gay one day and not the next."

 

"Why the hell not?"

 

"Because." She nibbled on her chip, flipping the page of her book. 

 

"Besides, it's not like an on and off switch."

 

Damn. 

 

There's got to be something that could help me with my mission. Why couldn't a gay guy turn straight again? Seeing that I wasn't going to get any help from her, I turned to leave but found myself pausing at the door. Something was still bugging me.

 

"Hey," I said, turning around to face her.

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Do I...would I..."

 

She took her eyes off the book to look at me. "What?"

 

I fidgeted. "Uh...would I attract gay guys?"

 

Han ji lifted up a brow. "Why, are you gay?" She smiled. 

 

"That would be so cool. We can like go to Gay Pride together along with the others and walk in the parade!"

 

"I'm not gay," I glared at her. 

 

"I just wanted to know if I...if a guy like me can attract gay dudes."

 

She got quiet and studied me. I felt myself start to sweat with her staring at me like that. What the hell was she looking for? I felt like bolting out the door when a really creepy smile spread on her face. Why'd I have to friggin' ask her?

 

"Weeeeel," she drawled, 

 

"yeah, you would be a gay magnet. Not to be all but you're a pretty good looking guy. You'd make a good uke."

 

I scowled at the unfamiliar word. "What the hell is an 'uke?"

 

She wiggled her brows. "It's the Japanese term for being the bottom half in the relationship."

 

"Huh?"

 

She sighed. "oppa....I mean, an uke is the person who gets to be the bottom. Ya know, the one who takes it up in the...." she trailed off, waving a hand like she expected me to get it. It took me a full minute to actually get what she was saying.

 

"That's sick. And aren't you like to young to know this does umma and appa knows?"

 

"yeah heechul they know and I'm not to young I'm fifteen!!" she shouted, I glared at her.

 

"yah! Where's the 'oppa'?!"  I asked

 

"it's not in my dictionary" she shrugged wait a second...

 

"you learnt that from kyuhyun did you or maybe kibum they thought you this" I said not a question but more of a statement.

 

"yeah, why?" 

 

"alright that's it you won't be hanging close to kyuhyun and kibum I'll make kibum to stop hanging with you while, i'll just tell sungmin this to make kyuhyun stop hanging with you" I said sternly

 

She just shrugged. "Anyway a seme  is the top."

 

"And I look like an uke? A bottom?" What the ? 

 

"Why the hell would I be a bottom?"

 

"Cause."

 

"Cause what!?"

 

"I don't know, Oppa. You just look it."

 

"Well I'm not!"

 

"Okay, okay, geez. No need to yell."

 

"Bottom my ," I grumbled. Me? The bottom? Pfft, hell no! I'm not gay but if I was I wouldn't be the friggin' bottom! My diginity as a man wouldn't be able to take it. Thinking about some guy shoving his ding dong up my ...I shivered visibly, goosebumps crawling up my arms at the very thought of it.

 

I turned to leave but nearly tripped over myself when my sister said slyly, "hangeng opp would make a great seme."

 

I swirled around to gap at her. "What!?"

 

Han ji grinned, wiggling her brows. "I said that hannie oppa would make a great 'top'."

 

I started sweating. , did she know something that I didn't? Did she know that Hangeng batted for the other team? Or at least thought that he did? That would be so messed up, my own sister knowing about Hangeng's condition way before me, his ing best friend. 

 

"Why do you say that?"

 

She shrugged, wagging her crossed legs behind her back and forth. "Well, in the world,  dominant beauties like Hannie oppa is usually the top."

 

"dominant beauties?"

 

"Yeah, the well spoken, reserved types. He's always so composed when you talk to him and his looks is a bit intimidating making for a perfect...dominant beauty."

 

"And that would make him a top?" That sounded unbelievable, to me. My best bud, on top of  some guy, and panting as he took it up the...I shook my head at the mental image. What the hell!? What the hell was I just imagining!? I wanted to bang my head on the wall. Not cool. So not cool at all.

 

I better get out of my sisters room before she put more disgusting images in my head about Hangeng. But before I left I snatched the book off her bed.

 

"Hey!" She shrieked, 

 

"I was reading that!"

 

I glanced at the book. Yup, it was one of her gay comics. "I'm keeping this."

 

"For what!? It was just getting to the good part!"

 

I walked out the room without a backwards glance. "For research."

 

***

 

Not wanting to waste any more time, the very next day I called a few of our friends-straights not bi- and set up a group date. Five guys, five girls.

 

Hangeng would have no choice but to pair up with a chick during the group date. Hell, once they see him they may all want to be set up with him which was fine with me. Usually I'd give him for hogging the attention from all the girls but this time I'm willing to let it slide. The more girls around him the better. My perfect Plan B was about to be set into action.

 

All I needed to do now, I thought as I took out my cell phone, was to call the guy himself. After four rings Hangeng answered his phone with, "What do you want, heechul?"

 

"Get ready, we're going on a date."

 

A pause from the other line before he replied with a mocking, "Don't you think we're moving too fast?"

 

I snorted. "That's not what I meant, smart . I called some friends and set up a group date."

 

"I can't go."

 

"Why the hell not?"

 

"heechul don't cuss"

 

"says the guy who cuss as much as me" I snorted

 

"then don't teach me how to cuss" he said

 

"yah!! Who says I teach you to cuss!!.....sigh anyway I already told them you were coming."

 

"Don't you think that you should have asked me first before telling them that?"

 

What? I stared at my cell phone before putting it back against my ear. "Dude, I've always set up stuff without telling you and you've never cared before. So why the now?"

 

Hangeng sighed. "I can't go because I'm already going on a date, Heechul."

 

Already going on a date? I grinned. "Well why didn't you say so? Geez man, who's the lucky chick? Is she hot?"

 

There was a moment of silence before he answered. "It's not a girl."

 

I blinked. Not a girl? What did he mean not a girl? If it wasn't a girl then....my eyes widened with dawning understanding. 

 

"You mean...it's with a guy?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You're going on a date with a guy!?" I was nearly shouting but I didn't care. Hangeng was going on a date...with a guy? How the hell did two guys go on dates?

 

"Heechul," He scolded, "calm down."

 

"Calm down? Calm down? Dude, you just told me you're going out on a date with a...a dude!"

 

Hangeng's voice hardened on the other line, a sign that I was getting him mad but who cares? He just told me he was going out on a date with another guy! "heechul, don't act like you didn't see this coming."

 

"I didn't!"

 

"Then you're a ing idiot."

 

Yup, he was mad. Hangeng never cussed and when he did...his temper was worse then mines when he snaps goes all Chinese at me and cussing Korean and Chinese. 

 

"Nevermind. I'm coming over." I wanted to see for myself who this dickwad is, the guy who was putting ideas in my best friends head.

 

"Stay where you are, heechul. I don't want you over."

 

My jaw dropped. "What? What did you say? You don't want me over? ME?"

 

"You heard what I said."

 

I blinked. What the hell was going on!? Hangeng never told me not to come to his house before. NEVER. Until now. Until he got himself a date with another guy. I felt...I felt betrayed. Hangeng was my best bud. How the hell can some ty bastard I've never seen before come between us? Was this what happened to guys who turns gay? They leave all their straight friends behind? That's ed up.

 

"I'm coming over," I growled.

 

"No, you're not."

 

"I'll be over in five minutes."

 

"I wont open the door for you."

 

"That's all right," I smirked, 

 

"you gave me a spare key remember?"

 

"Stop being a spoilt bastard, heechul. I'm getting sick of it."

 

I blinked.

 

"If you come over here," he continued, 

 

"you can kiss our friendship goodbye."

 

I blinked again. "You're serious."

 

"Damn staight, I am. I'm not going to have you come over here with your temper tantrum and bother us."

 

"Who is he?"

 

"Like I'd tell you."

 

 "hangeng..."

 

"No, you listen to me, Heechul. Calm the down and sit in the corner somewhere. I'll see you in school." Click.

 

I stared at my cell phone. Click? He hung up on me! I threw the phone on my bed, furious. Why that no good...I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, shaking. That bastard. How could he dump me over some guy? That . That traitor. Years of friendship he was willing to flush down the toilet just like that all because he thought I was having a "temper tantrum." Well can you ing blame me?

 

I snatched my cell off the bed and dialed his number. No, this wasn't over. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. But he never answered. It went straight to voice mail. Oh, perfect, I snorted. He was going to be a baby and ignore my calls now.

 

Well fine, buster, two can play that game. See if I care. I was only trying to help and look what I get in return? . I flopped my back down on my bed, tucking both hands under my head. I stared up at the ceiling fan, imaging myself punching the faceless bastard who lured hangeng down the wrong path.

 

Who the hell was he? What was so friggin' special about him that He would be willing to dump me for him? My eyes narrowed. He better not be someone I know, that's for sure. 

 

Stupid hangeng. That Chinese idiot.

 

Jumping off the bed, I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. Well if he was going to have fun going out on a date then so will I. I don't care if he's not coming. I'll just hog all the girls to myself. He can just go and have his friggin' gay date. Hell they can even get married for all I care. I'll even pitch in and be their crappy wedding singer.

 

ing, Hangeng.