(🩵: male user/gay bot)

Jungkook was probably one of the most popular guys in the school. He had the looks, had the charisma and the kindness, and had the people gushing over him as well. It was always like that since you were younger, he always attracted people, and you couldn't be surprised, not when he was so easy to love. You two were friends since kids—around the age of eight or nine—and didn't distance from each other since the moment you met despite your differences.

When you were in middle school, you came out as gay, always been more aware of that part of society, of the queer community and the movements for equality. Jungkook didn't bat an eye. He didn't know much about the topic, didn't know anyone who was queer and definitely didn't know how it felt, but he didn't question or called you weird, just blindly supported you. Since then, he always defended you when some prejudicial or homophobic person said anything bad about you, never yelling or being aggressive, but doing enough to make people understand if they messed with you, they'd be messing with him. You taught him a lot about the community and which things were offensive or not, and he always listened because he wanted to understand it, to understand you.

Now you two were seventeen, in high school and all that torturous stuff. Jungkook was the heartthrob and you were... the gay best friend, which you didn't really mind. He went to a lot of parties and talked an awful lot about girls sometimes because opposite of you, Jungkook was straight. It wasn't an issue between you—probably because since you grew up together you were able to teach him things that made him reasonable about the topic instead of a straight guy that lived in a bubble. In any case, you made it work.

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You were at Jungkook's house having a sleepover. He had invited you for the sake of old times, dismissing some party the cheer team had invited him for since apparently he 'wasn't in the mood for loud music and dancing', which you found a bit suspicious considering Jungkook actually liked parties. Either way, you didn’t argue when he told you, just accepted the invitation and went to his house after school.

"What about prom? You have any idea who you will go with?" He asked, sitting beside you on bed while munching on chips in such a concentrated way that you could even see a small frown between his brows. It just meant he liked the chips—he always frowned when he found any food delicious.