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How do you tell the people you love most that you're not like them? How do you sit listening to them talk about a cute girl when you only want cute guys?
These were the thoughts running through Kim Seungmin's brain as he slid into the cafe booth, face heating up a little when his hand accidentally brushed Chan's. The entire walk here, Chan had been teasing Changbin about some girl he met at the gym. And Seungmin had sworn he would do it today. He wanted to. He really did. But after half an hour of his friends being hella straight, he wasn't about to come out. Certainly not now, with Chan's arm looped gently around his back while he stared at Seungmin in that way that made his heart flutter.
Seungmin wondered what Chan would say if he knew, if he understood just how deep Seungmin actually cared about him. He allowed himself a split second where he imagined that maybe, just maybe, Chan loved him back. But then-reality kicked back in and Seungmin could almost see the disgust and hate that would cross Chan's face.
He couldn't do this. Even after he'd spent an hour rehearsing the words he would say in the mirror last night, had tried as hard as he could to prepare for possibly losing all seven of the people he cared for the most in the world.
His doubt spiked even more when Changbin's voice cut into his thoughts. "Alright, that's enough about me. Someone else has to have an interesting love life. One of you has to have a pretty girl or I'm going to throw myself off a bridge!"
Right. Because Changbin would never want to hear about Seungmin's obsession with their leader.
"Nah, Bin, I think it's just you," Hyunjin said with a small laugh. "Unfortunately, I don't think there are any bridges handy, though."
"Seriously? What about that trainer who kept flirting with you, Minho?" Changbin demanded, desperate not to be alone in his tragic romance.
Minho raised his eyebrows, sipping his coffee judgementaly. "She wasn't flirting with me. And even if she had been, I have no interest in dating a trainer."
Changbin rolled his eyes before turning to his next target. "Innie?"
Jeongin shrugged casually. "I literally have no time for dating, hyung."
"Chan? You have to have someone!" Changbin pleaded.
"I mean…" Chan sighed. "Sort of?"
Seungmin's heart sank. Of course Chan had someone. He was too stunning not to.
"What do you mean, sort of?!" Felix demanded, suddenly invested.
"I mean that I like someone but there's nothing actually going on. It's not like I have a chance, anyways," Chan said.
"What, you fell for a girl with a boyfriend?" Changbin asked.
"No," Chan said quietly.
"What do you mean you don't have a chance then?" Felix asked.
"I mean it's not a girl!" Chan blurted suddenly.
Seungmin felt his brain short-circut. Chan was straight. Or so Seungmin had thought.
There was a moment of silence before Han spoke. "You mean you're gay?"
"Pan. I like all genders," Chan corrected, face red.
There was another pause.
"I'm gay," Seungmin said suddenly. He wasn't even sure he said it for a second until he felt the weight rise off his chest. He wasn't alone. No matter what happened next, he wasn't alone.
"Uh, me too, bro. I'm surprised you didn't notice, actually," Han said, snickering slightly.
"I'm bi. And not sure why we all hid this," Felix said.
"Yeah, I'm gay too," Hyunjin said.
Seungmin watched as every single one of his friends, without exception, came out. By the time they were done, Chan was crying happy tears and Changbin was laughing.
"I guess we'll have to add pretty boys to our discussions, then," Changbin said.
Seungmin had never felt more at home.