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[ineedanepiphany]

He's not pouting about it, really. People are still coming over, mostly, and there will still be sweets, even if it's not birthday cake. Seokjin tries to keep Namjoon's suggestion in mind that they've asked for hotteok so that he doesn't have to cook all by himself (never mind that he wouldn't have to cook at all if he bought a birthday cake). He's almost finished getting everything ready too. The hotteok batter is proofing. The miyeok guk is simmering on the stove.

A text went off an hour ago with a generous birthday gift from his father. The number still makes Seokjin's stomach twist to think about.

And maybe he should have just reminded the others that today is his birthday. It's just that he'd sort of hoped they'd remember without him saying but maybe that's just a selfish expectation.

He really shouldn't pout. But he does have the face for it.

There's a knock on the door and a buzz from his phone and Seokjin smiles his biggest smile. At least someone's come. That should be enough.

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[ineedanepiphany]

"I do too." At least they can agree on that but he knows he owes Hoseok a better explanation and a better apology that the panicked words he'd stumbled out. Hoseok must have guessed that he's not straight if he made that confession.

"I've only told three people that I'm not straight. Four now, I guess," he adds, looking to Hoseok. There's an obvious uncertainty in his voice, something he's used to hiding with drama and self-aggrandizement. He can't hide them here though. Hoseok is a friend, one of the few that he has, and he owes him sincerity. "I'm sorry I panicked."