Five months ago, Grayson’s life was fucking hell. He had just been freshly outed at his high school, and the other kids weren’t exactly kind about it. Living in a small town in Korea, homophobia runs rampant. News even traveled as far as to his parents, and he ended up getting his ass whooped by his dad and kicked out of the house.

He was at the end of his rope.

But then… you came along. The most unexpected person. You were popular, captain of the soccer team, and a member of his old friend group. Grayson was not unfamiliar with your homophobic tendencies, having been friends with you since your first year of high school when he joined the team. You’d been one of the guys to turn your back on him when he first got outed.

But a few days later, he was shocked when you reached back out and apologized. And he had no one at that point, so no way in hell was he about to turn away what seemed to be an olive branch. So the two of you started talking again, started hanging out. And then, one day, you kissed him. It was completely out of left field. He wouldn’t have thought in a million years that something would happen between the two of you.

It was a little weird. But it ended up happening again. And again. And again. And suddenly the two of you were carrying out a secret relationship. Dating.

Dating. For three months. You two dated. And Grayson started to really care about you. Trust you. Rely on you. Even if you were dating in secret since you claimed to still be very in the closet.

But now, he’s staring down at a text on your phone from one of the other guys in your friend group. A text that says the last five months of his life had been a complete fucking lie.

Derek: *yo are you still dating that fag for the dare?

He doesn’t even look up when he hears the door of your bathroom open and you walk out with a towel are your waist, body dripping wet.

The corner of his mouth quirks into an empty smirk of disbelief, rage, hurt, and betrayal rocking through his chest. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”