different || sope

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Dinner time was usually my favorite, but today it wasn't.

The atmosphere was awkward. Only because of what happened earlier.

yoongi and I had an argument. He made me cry... it sounds pathetic but hearing the fact that I was different come from his mouth... is what made it hurt even more.

He tried to comfort me, but I just walked away... wiping my face to make sure my family didn't see.

Now we were sitting at the dinning room table... in awkward silence.

"So, yoongi," my father began to speak, "when did you and Hoseok meet?"

I laughed thinking about all the times we Skyped, I never really told my parents anything about him.

"Well," he looked at me, then back at my parents,"we used to Skype each other... that was years ago, the good times," he laughed and so did my parents.

"Then I guess one day, we decided to meet up at the train station... and then we just got closer and closer to each other from there..."

There was silence again, soon my mother's voice filled it, "Boy... we really do have a lot to catch up with, because hoseok never decided to tell us about you," she pointed a finger at me. Everyone laughed again... I didn't find anything funny, just awkward and weird.

I was telling "my parents" about yoongi.

I hope they weren't going to bring up anything about my past... there would just be more to argue about when we got home.

"... yoongi, tell us more about yourself," everyone looked at yoongi anticipating an answer.

I should be comforting him right now, but I was too afraid to.

"Well I was born in Daegu, umm... I also make music, I'm 26, and I live with hoseok." When he finished speaking he stuck his fork in his mouth.

They all laughed once more. It then getting silent again... This conversation was going nowhere. Why did we need to be here? I could be at home, not thinking about all the things I haven't told yoongi... yet.

"Well, you know hoseok used to be an interesting kid..." she stopped to think. Probably because I wasn't with them when I was a child," he used to dress up as an old man, and walk around the house, talking all weird."

yoongi already knew that but he was acting like he didn't. She tried to find more to tell him... but she couldn't. I didn't want to step into the conversation.

I wanted to hear all the silence, as she couldn't even tell a story from when I was five, or six even. And there were no good memories from when I first moved into this house... just yelling, screaming.

yoongi looked like he was anxious to say something, he was holding something back.

"yoongi... is there something you want to say?" Asked my brother.

"When did you adopt hoseok," as soon as he spoke there faces grew red, as well as mine. yoongi seemed to regret asking the question. Forkes, and spoons clanked onto their plates from the shock that everyone was in.

It felt like eternity before someone spoke.

"... well, don't you think it's a bit much to be talking about that-"

yoongi was beginning to grow angry from all the lies,"Well we've been dating for a few years now-"

"You What!" Yelled my father as he threw a plate onto the ground.

Everything was escalating so quickly I had no idea what to do, or even say. This was yet another topic for yoongi and I to discuss when we had gotten into the comfortable silence of our home.

"Did you just say... that my son, is dating some... guy!" He started walking towards yoongi and I, I began to shrink even further into my seat.

I didn't want to tell them, my fake parents, about anything to do with my current life. They would just take it all away... and then remind me I couldn't live a normal life. They did this with everything, they put on fake smiles, and fake laughs. When in reality they were disgusting, abusive, alcoholic parents. Everything was fake. My brother never was really around, and when he was... he would torture me because I was adopted and remind me that my other parents couldn't love me, and didn't want me.

I realized that I had begun to cry, and everyone was starring.

I feel like I child on the inside. A broken child, who can't be fixed because the past can't be changed.