hyung ʸᵒᵒⁿᵐⁱⁿ

15

"Y-you heard me," Jimin backs away slightly. His voice is strained.

"No you're not, Jimin, you're just curious," his mother stands up, trying to convince Jimin that he's not. In the back of her mind she knows that this isn't something she can change. She just wants the benefit of the doubt.

"Mom, I'm not, I like boys. I've always liked them," Jimin says simply and his mother reaches out and holds him by his shoulders. Jimin stares at her with wide eyes, not knowing what she's planning to do.

"this is just a phase, you'll get over it."

"gay is not a phase mom, I didn't wake up one day and think 'oh wow look at that, let's try to be gay today,'" he sighs.

"Jimin, I refuse you to be with a boy," she says sternly and Jimin throws his head back in laughter, stepping away from his mother.

"That's what you say now, but when I'm eighteen you have no say on who I can love." He blurts out. "No matter what I'll still be into boys until then anyway."

"Hand me your phone and go to your room" she says holding out her hand.

"You think taking away my phone will change my sexuality?" Jimin snorts as he voluntarily hands his phone to her. He's been sure, ever since the last incident that he deletes all his messages.

His mother doesn't reply and Jimin speaks up once again. "You don't have a say on who I like or what I like, I like dick mom just like you."

"Jimin! Don't say things like that!" His mother shouts in shock at Jimin's use of words.

"How long are you going to try to make yourself believe I'm straight?" Jimin asks. "I mean you should've known before that I wasn't into girls, or what you think is the norm. There is no normal." He states, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm so ashamed, I can't believe this, if you told me sooner I could've—"

"Could've what?" He cuts her off. "Fixed me? You can't fix something that's not broken. I'm not broken, mom. I know who I am."

"Go to your room, Jimin," she says and Jimin shrugs in return. He turns around and walks up the stairs without another word. He walks to his room, closing the door and flopping onto his bed with a sigh. He covers his face before he gets up and attempts to open his window, but it wouldn't budge.

"what the hell?" Jimin hisses.

-

"Jimin, I've been trying to call you for a few days, I haven't talked to you or seen you in a long time! And we live right beside eachother" Yoongi says a couple days later when he finally sees Jimin walking to his own house.

As soon as he had caught a glimpse at his younger boyfriend he ran over to him quickly. "Why are you ignoring me?" Yoongi asks as he stands at the bottom of the porch. Jimin's not facing him, he has his back turned and he hears the younger sigh.

"I'm not, I mean I kind of am, but not because I'm mad at you or anything," Jimin says, placing his bag down on the wooden porch and sitting beside it.

"Then why?"

"Well for starters my mom wants nothing to do with her gay son," Jimin shrugs, his lip caught between his teeth as he thinks about the past couple days. They barely spoke a word to each other unless it was needed.

"You told her?"

"Yes, and she hates me now."

Yoongi sits beside Jimin on the porch. "I doubt she hates you. She's your mother, she loves you," yoongi says, playing with Jimin's hair.