𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-Unspoken Colours-

"Love doesn't always begin with acceptance, but it finds its way through understanding."

♛

-JIYEON

I stare at the blank page in front of me, my pen hovering just above it. My hand trembles, not from exhaustion, but from the weight of the words I need to write. Words I have whispered to myself a thousand times but have never dared to say aloud.

"Mom, Dad... I'm bisexual."

I write it down. I stare at it. And then I cross it out.

No. Too direct. Too... real.

I crumple the paper and toss it aside, letting it join the pile of my failed attempts. Another useless confession that will never be spoken.

My heart pounds. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of uncertainty. I want to jump-I want to free myself from this suffocating silence-but what if there's nothing to catch me? What if I fall and never find my way back?

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake away the thought. My father, Park Jimin, has always been my safe place, my biggest supporter. But will he still see me the same way when he knows? Or will his love come with invisible walls I never noticed before?

I don't want to see disappointment in his eyes.

I don't want my mother to look at me like I'm a stranger.

I don't want to lose the home I've always known.

My grip on the pen tightens, my frustration building. Why does this feel like a betrayal? Why should loving who I love feel like a confession of a crime?

I take a deep breath and try again.

"Mom, Dad... There's something I need you to know. I've always been your daughter, the same girl you've raised and loved. But there's a part of me I've been too afraid to show you. A part of me that I can't change, even if I wanted to."

The words look better this time. Softer. More like me.

But I still can't imagine their reaction.

A message pops up on my phone, breaking the heavy silence in my room. It's my best friend.

"You okay?"

I hesitate before typing back. "No."

A few seconds later, another message appears. "Want to talk?"

I swallow hard, my eyes burning. I want to. I want someone to tell me it's going to be okay. But I know no one can promise me that.

I pick up the paper again, staring at my own words. My own truth.

I'm not ready yet.

But one day, I will be.

And when that day comes, I just hope they'll still love me the same.

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-JIMIN

The sound of chopsticks tapping against porcelain fills the quiet dining room. It's an ordinary evening-rice, side dishes, laughter from the TV playing in the background. Jiyeon sits across from me, pushing her food around with her chopsticks, looking as if she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.