Love Fool | YoongixMalereader | ✔

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My father stops what he was doing. Looks at my mother and then back at me, I can see the confusion on his face when my mother says nothing "It is not that I have no trust in you son, but are you sure that is what your mother said?" My father says with a confused tone. Everyone can tell that he refuses to believe that his wife wishes to force his son into going to church just because the "behaviour" does not fit into her little world. I look at my mother and nod my head "I know father, but if you are so confused then ask your wife. It is her words, not mine" My mother glares at me, my father turns back to my mother and asks her: "Did you-" Not even giving him a chance to finish a sentence she walks into the kitchen and comes back out with a bible, behind the frontpage is a paper that sticks out of the top. She pulls it out and gives it to my father as she looks at me "I have noticed that our son has changed, his behaviour is not the same. He needs help from the church, and the priest has agreed-" "So you are going to send my son to a sort of camp for what? Do not speak around the word, just say it" My mother turns around, she whispers something that no one besides my father hears. I can see my father's face go from confused to angry, the amount of red that appears on his face is scary, he slams his hand onto the table, oh man he is mad. But I get it, imagine the love of your life that you have a child with, thinks that you can do whatever you want to in your mind? The sick mindset you have to have.

"If you think you will send my son to a camp because you think he is a faggot, and you think the church will help him. I shall tell and show you how the church handles people who go to a camp like that" The voice my father carries might be the scariest I have heard in so long. "What do you know about that? You have never been to a camp like that, you are only trying to control our son" I look at my father who turns his head to me "Son I do not care if you are into men or women. As long as it is not a child, it is not forced or an animal. That is all I care about. I will never let your mother send you to this camp" My mother's face turns red, it is clear to everyone that she hates whenever people try to do something else when she already has decided on something. "And I know what it feels like to be at a camp like that. So think before you speak, you are supposed to love and understand me like I am supposed to love and understand you. But I can see that I am the only one who understands what you are saying, even if I hate it. But you, you only talk and talk, you never try to understand or think what other people might feel" My father stands up and walks away from us. He leaves a woman behind whose face is blank, there are no emotions. Nothing.

I stand up and leave the table, I do not hear Yoongi behind me which I think at this moment is good. I need to talk to my father alone. I find him by his bedroom's balcony on the other side of the house. "Father?" He turns around and signs as the smoke blends into the air "Did you really go to the camp?" I carefully ask, I have heard that some people who came back from one of those camps changed. "Son, before I met your mother. I had a friend who was forced into a camp like that one your mother is trying to force you to get to..." He tells me the story of his friend that got sent to the camp by his parents. For a short while, everything was fine, but soon my father stopped hearing from his friend. He was not allowed to visit unless his parents have his permission, and the friend's parents hated my father. It turned out that the reason his friend got sent there was that the parents saw my father and his friend kiss one time when they thought they were alone. My father got exposed back then for kissing his friend, and the church forced him to join the camp. He saw his friend for a while, but every time they had time to see each other his friend would look more and more dead. And sadly soon enough his friend had enough and left his life behind, he left my father heartbroken. It broke my father that he lost his friend to that camp, the camp took his friend's life. Apparently, the camp let my father go, and after some time my father found my mother, they fell in love and the rest is history. But my father never told her about the camp, instead, she got a tight bond with the church and got the idea that sending her kids to the camp will "cure" them from being of the same gender as themselves. 

I hate this world, why hate on people who love the same gender as themselves?