The Real -A Woosan Fanfiction-

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As I sat at the kitchen table in my parents' home, the familiar scents of dinner wafting through the air, my heart raced with a mix of nerves and anticipation. I couldn't shake the feeling of hope that had blossomed within me since I met Wooyoung. I knew I had to share this part of my life with my parents—the boy who had begun to show me the beauty of love and acceptance.

After dinner, I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts as I cleared the table. My parents exchanged curious glances, sensing that something was on my mind. Finally, I set down the last dish and turned to them, my heart pounding.

"Mom, Dad, can we talk for a minute?" I asked, my voice steady despite the flutter of anxiety in my chest.

"Of course, honey," my mom replied, wiping her hands on a dish towel. My dad nodded, his expression warm and inviting.

We settled into the living room, the three of us sitting together on the couch. The atmosphere felt charged, and I could feel my palms sweating. I had rehearsed this moment a million times in my head, but now that it was here, the words felt heavier.

"Um, there's something important I want to share with you both," I started, glancing between them. "It's about someone I've met."

My parents exchanged knowing looks, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. "Is this someone special?" my dad asked gently.

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes, very special. His name is Wooyoung, and... he's someone I really care about." I took a deep breath, preparing for the next part. "He's also... he's gay."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as they processed my words. My heart raced as I watched their expressions shift, fear creeping in. But then, to my surprise, my mom smiled softly.

"San, we just want you to be happy," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "It doesn't matter who you love."

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as relief washed over me. "Really?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Of course," my dad added, leaning forward with a proud smile. "We love you, and we want you to be true to yourself. It's important to us that you feel free to express who you are."

A wave of gratitude surged through me, and I couldn't help but smile widely. "Thank you," I whispered, the weight of fear lifting from my shoulders. "Wooyoung means a lot to me. He's been so kind and supportive, and I want you to know him."

"I'd like to meet him," my mom said, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "It's important to us to know the people who make you happy."

"We're proud of you, San," my dad said, his voice steady. "You've always been true to yourself, and that's what matters most."

In that moment, I felt a sense of belonging, a deeper connection with my parents. Their acceptance filled me with joy and comfort, and I knew I could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"I'd love for you to meet him," I said, my heart swelling. "I think you'd really like him."

My parents exchanged smiles, and I could see the genuine care they held for me reflected in their eyes.

After our talk, I felt lighter than I had in ages. I was grateful not just for their acceptance, but for the love that enveloped our family. As I headed to my room later that evening, thoughts of Wooyoung danced in my mind. I envisioned the next time we'd see each other, how I could introduce him to my family, and how our bond would only grow stronger from here.

With a smile on my face, I lay in bed, the night filled with promise. I felt ready to embrace the future—one where I could fully be myself, with Wooyoung by my side, exploring the depths of our connection, and sharing our love with those who mattered most.

As I lay in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through my curtains, I felt a rush of excitement about the future. My thoughts drifted to Wooyoung, and a smile crept onto my face at the thought of his laughter and warmth. An idea struck me, one that made my heart race even faster: I wanted to buy him a phone.

Having a way to call and text each other would make our connection even stronger. It would mean we could share our thoughts, laughter, and even our worries, no matter the distance. I imagined how wonderful it would be to receive a message from him, just a simple "Hey" or a silly meme that could light up my day.

I pulled out my phone and opened my notes app, jotting down a quick reminder for myself. Buy Wooyoung a phone. It felt like such a small but significant gesture, a way to show him just how much he meant to me and how committed I was to building our relationship.

As I closed my eyes, I envisioned our conversations—late-night chats where we could share our dreams and fears, planning adventures we could take together. The thought filled me with warmth and anticipation.

Tomorrow, I would make it happen. I couldn't wait to see his face light up when I handed him the gift. It would be a new chapter for both of us, one where we could explore the depths of our connection more freely.

With that comforting thought in my mind, I let the soothing rhythm of my breath carry me into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities with Wooyoung by my side.

They had always been strict, their love often intertwined with expectations and rules that felt suffocating. The thought of them discovering my relationship with San—someone who brought me joy and acceptance—filled me with dread. I couldn't bear the idea of them seeing me as a disappointment again, or worse, trying to separate us.

What would they do if they found out I was starting to truly embrace who I was? I imagined their stern faces, the disappointment in their eyes. It felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I wanted to share this part of my life with them, to show them how happy San made me, but the fear of rejection was paralyzing.

As I lay in my bed, the stillness of the night enveloped me, but a restless flutter of anxiety churned in my stomach. Despite the warmth and happiness San brought into my life, fear lurked in the shadows of my thoughts. What if my parents found out about him? The idea sent a chill down my spine.

I turned onto my side, pulling the blanket closer around me as if it could shield me from my worries. But even in the cocoon of fabric, my mind raced. I couldn't let fear dictate my life, especially when I had someone like San who believed in me, who saw me for who I truly was.

Tomorrow, I would need to be brave. I would talk to San about my fears and concerns, and together we could find a way to navigate this delicate situation. I wanted to trust in the strength of our connection, hoping it could help us face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As I drifted into a fitful sleep, I clung to the hope that I could carve out a space for us, one where love could thrive without the shadows of fear looming over it.