Late-night phone calls

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Jungkook pov

What happened in the cafe really angered me, how dare that man speak so rudely to Taehyung. He didn't even do anything wrong, I can't believe how strict and harsh he is on him. Today was rather hard, I had completely spaced about calling my parents and I needed someone to confide in, even if it was through the phone.

The dialling sound began to irritate me as I rung a 3rd time. "Come on, p-please pickup mum," I mumbled. I was perched against the wooden bedhead, situated in the guest room on the first floor. I numbly played with my lip ring, something I usually did when I was nervous or scared, I just needed someone to talk to. "Hey honey! Sorry we just got back from a date bub, how are you," Liv asked hurriedly, and seeing how I was still slightly spaced out she muttered the last part gently. 

"T-today, we were walking down the street and this group came up t-to us, one guy was speaking so rudely about my friends, a-and when I opted to just walk away-" I began shaking, I was so scared and worried about what the others were thinking at that moment. Was it really that obvious? "He yelled out that I'm just a weak scared little gay boy who is too much of a p-pussy to t-tell the truth!" I whimpered out, tears leaking from my eyes. "A-am I really that obvious?" I muttered quietly, eyes cast down.

"Oh baby, you are not weak, you are not pathetic either - I know you are thinking you are. Don't let anyone's words pull you under hmm? And I don't know? Do you want to be obvious? Why does it matter?" Mum asked genuinely, and I knew that if they both were here with me they would be pulling me into a tight hug and muttering gentle praises into my ears as I calmed down. If only. "M-my friends," I looked down ashamed. "T-they don't, they don't know," I said,  looking at my parent's shocked faces. "Honey? Why didn't you tell them?" Live asked gently.

"I-I just, there was never a 'right time' to tell them. I didn't want to tell them over a text since I felt it is better to tell them in person. B-but this town is s-so fucking homophobic and I-I'm scared of people finding out i-if I tell the truth. I know they won't tell, b-but it could slip accidentally. M-mum I-I can't deal with what I did in u-uni, I-I-" "Ssh, it's alright Kook okay? What happened in uni was awful and I am telling you this now because I love you, when he," she stopped to take a breath then continued. "When he, did what he did, who was there to stop him? Who was there to help you through the backlash? Through the hatred, the slurs - everything?" She asked, passing me a caring gaze.

"My friends," I whispered. "Exactly. Sweetie, they know what you have been through and they love you so much Kook, they would be so understanding okay? We know that they won't be homophobic or rude to you okay?" Liv continued. I nodded, my index finger gently wiping the tear that was about to leave my waterline. I sniffled, "I-I'll tell them soon. I-I, I will." They looked at me with gentle smiles and nodded in response. "You should get some sleep bub, okay?" I heard my mum say, I nodded trying to stop the hiccups that were gently brewing in my throat.

"G-goodnight," I said lovingly. "Goodnight baby," they said in unison. With that, they ended the call. I made myself comfortable in the middle of the bed, two pillows either side of me, one nested behind my head. "I-I love you guys," I muttered quietly as I reached to hug the pillows, gently tutting away to sleep.

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Two days later

Third-person pov

It was roughly around 9 am on a gleaming Wednesday morning, tufts of silky brown hair bouncing in the early morning gusts of wind. The still half-asleep body happily waffling up the steps of the church. Taehyung yawned loudly as he pushed in a silver key through the lock, the huge wooden door opening up. He walked through, blessing himself with the holy water in the basins before walking through the chapel. He was humming to himself as he began placing three bibles per pew, cleaning up any rubbish or belongings left behind from the day before. 

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