Virtual Reality || A Taekook Fanfic

Prologue

I'm ready.

I know they'll take it badly. They're against the whole LGBTQ+ community, after all. They hate what they call 'wrong people'. They would get mad at me anyway.

I take a deep breath. Hopefully, their reaction won't be too over the top.

Slowly, I walk into my parents' apartment. They're on the couch, watching some stupid TV program. Honestly, it suits them. Well, it suits my mother. It doesn't suit my father.

He was always cold and rude to everyone, including my mother.

I'm not sure if he's ever loved anyone in his life. He certainly doesn't love my mother, and he can't love me. He may be overprotective and over-possessive, but that's not love. I've learned that now. I'm not stupid anymore.

"Father. Mother. I wanted to... tell you something." I say.

Mother turns to face me. She looks worse than usual, with dark bags under her eyes and a thinner-than-usual frame. Age lines now are scattered on her forehead, and she looks older than fifty. And definitely more tired than a fifty-year-old woman should be.

Father doesn't look as old. Still in a crisp suit. Still, has his hair gelled back. Still seems as cold as ever. I used to think he was an iceberg when I was young. I couldn't get any emotion out of him. The only emotions I saw him ever have were anger and jealousy. Especially jealousy.

"Um, I really don't... I don't love girls." I breathe out.

Mother gives me a small smile. She always doubted anyway. But Father takes it differently. His forehead clouds, like a storm is brewing under that cold exterior.

"What do you mean, you don't love girls?" He thunders.

"I mean that I don't have feelings for them. I have feelings for... for boys." I murmur.

He stares at me like I'm some kind of alien. Then, he lets out a huge, deep laugh.

"You're a baby, Jungkook. You don't know what you want. That's to be expected. You don't know what you're feeling. It'll pass."

"It hasn't passed for years, because it's not a phase," I whisper.

He grabs me by the shoulders and forces me to look into his eyes.

"You. Do. Not. Love. Boys. I won't have my son turn into some... faggot. Some vermin suited only for the streets. You do not love boys, do you understand me?"

"I do, though," I say.

He takes me by the shoulders and throws me out of the flat. I land hard on the cold stone floor. I always hated it here. Thank god I took a job before doing this.

"I can't believe this. My favorite, the one I favored over his sister... disgraces me? An ungrateful child that you are. From now on, you aren't our boy anymore. You fucking disgusting faggot!" And the door was shut with a bang on my face.

For a few minutes, I sat there, tears welling up in my eyes when finally I got up and left the residence.

This day was the one I feared the most. I never thought my parents would react this way when I told them that I was gay. My mother was alright, but my father... he doesn't love me.

He never did. And if I'm broken in the future, it'll be because of him.

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