Love Fool | YoongixMalereader | ✔

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"Dear can we talk?" I turn around to the sound of my mother. I behind her to see what time it is before I answer: "Yeah?" My mother looks around in the garden for a second before she softly pulls me over to the stone bench under the tree. She forces me to sit down a bit before she sits in front of me on her knees "What is wrong?" I ask her, being extremely confused over her actions, she signs and her hand up to her necklace with the cross on it, her grip on it tightens and her free hand goes to mine.

"Dear, lately you have been acting weird it feels like you are not yourself anymore... I am so worried about you since you started hanging out with that man, you have been staying out more and more. Please stop seeing him, go on a date with one of the girls I have been wanting you to date-" The more she speaks, the more I feel sick to my stomach... Why would she say that? Before she was annoyed over me being home and not going out with anyone. Now I should stop it?? It makes no sense whatsoever... "Why would I do that? Why would I stop hanging out with Yoongi?" My mother hisses at Yoongi's name and shakes her head "Because he is forcing himself onto you dear-" So this is what it is all about?? I scoff and shake my head, I force my held hand away from hers. I stand up which seems to shock her, my arms cross each other "That is what you think. Yoongi is my friend, first, you want me to get friends so I get one, then you think he is bad for me? What kind of mindset is that? Why is he so bad then?" I can feel how the tone in my voice changes, it feels new to me, to give my mother a cold response. "Dear, that man is a fag-" And there she steps over the line of what I can take from her mouth, but my father beats me to it. "If you dare to call Yoongi that gross word, I will never forgive you" I turn to my father thankful that he is on my side. But behind him, I see Yoongi in a blue shirt with a flower pattern...

I try to step over to him, but my mother pulls me back and the grip on my arm tightens in a matter of seconds. "Stay out of this honey, you are lured into thinking that man is good for our son! He is the devil's work-" I look at my mother with a cold facial expression "He is my friend, and you as my birth mother should never speak about my friend like this" The grip on my arm is forced away, and I quickly walk over to Yoongi "Let us leave, I do not wish for that woman to speak about you in that way" I softly push Yoongi away, I stand still and turn back to my parents, my father still has his focus on my mother "You say I have changed? Look at yourself, you used to support me in a loving way, and now you are forcing me, what kind of love is this? Do not speak to me unless it is an apology. Thank you father for your support, I am leaving with Yoongi" My mother says nothing, which might be good for once. My father nods "Your welcome son, go chat with Yoongi I will see you later" I nod even if he can not see me. I walk over to Yoongi and pull him with me. 

"M/N please slow down" Yoongi pulls me back as I soon reach the corner of the garden. I stand there for a second and look at the ground, I feel how my body slowly grows tired. I pull him over around the small bush to reach the bench, we sit down and slowly my upper body leans towards my legs. I sit there as Yoongi softly rubs my back "Hey... It is fine, I have heard worse, trust me M/N" The sound of his very small laugh reaches my ears, I lift my head and look into his eyes. He pulls me by the shoulder into a hug, my head leans onto his collarbone. The rubs on the upper arm bring me into a better mood.

We sit there for a minute or two, I sit there in my own thoughts. My head is somewhere else, and I do not register that my attention has moved to his eyes again. 

"You know, every time you look into my eyes like that... My heart smelts..."