Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ?

After realising Cory has locked me in my room, I feel the familiar feeling of anxiety slowly crawling up my spine. Please don't let me have a panic attack now, I think to myself as I start pacing the room, hoping that the exercise will burn off all the adrenaline coursing through my body.
It doesn't. If anything, it only makes it worse. Tears form in my eyes, and slowly start to fall, filling my mouth with their salty taste.
"Let me out, let me out, let me OUT!" I scream, not caring if Cory can hear me. I need to get out of here! I start banging on the door, screaming and kicking at it. It hurts really bad, but I don't care.
"KEEP IT DOWN!" I hear Cory yell from the other side of the door. My screams have calmed down a bit, but I'm still punching the door, and blood is soon dripping down my hands.
"LET ME OUT!" I scream back, my voice breaking.
Suddenly, the door slams open, knocking me back.
"Crap. What the hell, Cory?" I snap at him. He's standing over me, breathing heavily, and he's glaring at me.
"Don't shout; someone will hear you!" He snarls at me, picking me up by my t-shirt.
"I. Want. To. Get. OUT!" I answer back, shoving him away from me. Seeing my chance to escape, I race out of the bedroom door, and my feet slam down the stairs. I hear Cory's footsteps on the stairs, and I race out of the master bedroom, and down some more stairs, and into the living room/kitchen. I run to the front door, and am just about to open it when I hear a voice behind me.
"Step away from the door, Josh."
It's Cory.
Still with my hand on the door, I slowly turn around.
"I said, step away from the door," Cory repeats.
"Why?"
"Because I-I love you, and I want to protect you from the outside world."
"Why do you want to protect me? How old are you?"
"I'm 21."
"And I'm 29. I can look after myself," I answer him sternly.
"But in the outside world, they laugh at people like us," Cory replies, walking closer to me. I notice he's holding something behind his back, and my heart starts thumping.
"W-what do you mean that the world laughs at people like us?"
"Because we're gay."
I frown.
"B-but I'm NOT gay. Not that I've got nothing wrong with people being gay. In fact, I support the LGBT community. It's just that I'm not gay."
"Well, I'm gay. And I can make you gay."
"How can you make me gay?"
"Because I can."
I slowly turn the doorknob.
"I said, HOW can you make me gay?"
"By dating you."
"Look, Cory, you're a nice guy, but I don't want to date you; I barely KNOW you."
The door clicks open.
"But when we date, you can get to know me."
"So let me get this straight; you think you can make people gay?"
The door slowly opens, and I can smell the sea air.
"I KNOW I can make people gay."
"But you're born being gay; you can't make people be gay."
Cory leans in closer to me, his lips inches from mine.
"C'mon, Josh, it's just one kiss."
I lean in as well, softly kissing him on the lips. I know if I play along, he won't see what I'll do next.
And then I kick him where it hurts. He doubles up in pain, dropping whatever it is that he's holding, and I open the door, and race down the street, the door slamming shut behind me.