song: elijah who - we used to talk every night
As time passed, Baekhyun's mom was able to accept his sexuality.
It took him a lot of talking everyday, a lot of hugging and crying, and a few broken plates. He could tell that the middle aged woman was still not completely accepting, but still, at least the mother and her son were on good terms.
But no one could say the same for his other relatives. His grandfather, for example, was entirely against it. He would scold his daughter for miseducating her son and letting him be influenced by such shameful people, which added more fuel in her mind, making her change her opinion again. Baekhyun's fights with her became more intense, more aggressive, and he couldn't care less about fixing his relationship with his parent anymore.
He eventually grew tired of people judging his lifestyle, and thought about how it was more peaceful, back then when he didn't confess about how he liked people of the same gender.
He couldn't take his life with his family anymore, so he did what he always thought about— running away.
The idea never left his mind, ever since day one, even since he came out. He never knew that he would get to the point of actually accomplishing it, as he always thought about how he'd miss his father, siblings, and the few cousins that supported him, but now that he was feeling out of place, he didn't even think twice.
It was at one of the cold nights of January, that he took the chance of his father silently washing the dishes in the kitchen, and decided that he should at least inform him of his plans, so he can avoid adding more weight and worry on his shoulders; the middle aged man was already tired of his unstable relationship with his wife.
He walked in to the kitchen, and as soon as his parent heard the faint footsteps, he turned around, and flashed a tired smile when he recognized his son. Baekhyun flashed another one back.
The petite rested his back on the counter, looking at his feet in complete nervousness.
"Dad.." he muttered in fear.
The said male stopped what he was doing, noticing the tension in the air. "Yes, Baekhyun? is anything wrong?"
"Dad please don't get mad but.. i'm planning to leave the house.."
Upon hearing the news, His father let go of the plate he was holding, letting it drown in the sink. He frowned, before quickly looking at his son, hoping for explanations.
"Dad please— i wasn't planning on telling you, but at least i did. I didn't want you to be worried about where i am. Please." The petite said, giving his parent an apologetic gaze.
The father's face claimed a sad expression, making the smaller feel extremely guilty. "Why? Where did i go wrong? Why are you leaving?"
"I can't take it here, father. Mom is getting out of hand, she even tried hitting me. I can't take it anymore, as much as i like staying with you but i can't. She's just not letting me live my life. We can leave together if you want dad. You're also tired, i can feel it." the smaller said in desperation.
"I can't. As much as it is frustrating to live with your mother i can't just leave. They need someone responsible to take care of them and that someone is me. But do you really want to leave?"
