7th Prompt: Understanding
title: Untitled (unless I eventually change my mind)
author: darkcupcakes
disclaimer: I don't own these people and I don't mean to cause them any harm either. None of this is real, simply some crazy figment of my imagination.
rating: N/A
main character: Jung Yonghwa
pairings: Yonghwa/Hongki
It didn’t matter if they didn’t accept it.
Yonghwa knew that it was time for him to tell his parents, not about who he was dating, but about his sexual orientation. He knew that it was probably going to break his mother’s heart because she wanted him to find a nice girl to date and marry. It was not going to happen. His father’s reaction probably wasn’t going to be good either, but no matter what their reactions were going to be, it wasn’t going to change him anyway.
He wondered a long time about the best ways to break the news to them. He could have met them in person, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the emotions on his parents’ faces. He knew he was being a coward. That was also the reason as to why he was hesitating about using his phone. He didn’t want to hear the possible tears, or to be yelled at.
In the end, it’s the letter who won the battle. He sat down at his desk, took sheets of paper out and started writing.
Omma and Appa,
Are you well? You must be relieved now that the stress of hyung’s wedding is over. Today I am writing because I have something very important to say. I should have probably come over, or at least called, but sometimes writing a letter is easier to convey our heart.
I want to start by saying that I love you both dearly. You have always taken care of me and you both raised me well. I am proud that you are my parents. I never felt like something was missing in my life as I was growing up.
Omma, you always said that it was okay for me not to like eel; that everybody had different tastes and you would cheer me up by saying that you didn’t like prawns. You always say that I need to find a nice girl to marry just like brother did, but what if I am not like hyung? What my taste isn’t the same? Will you still say that it is okay?
I recently met a boy my age and we are getting along well. He brought sunshine into my life. He brought with him the piece of the puzzle that seemed to have been missing in my life. I am not talking about love yet, but I have a feeling it could happen.
I am not asking you to accept it if your hearts can’t, but please, try to at least understand it.
I am not doing this to break your hearts, just like I am not doing this to bring shame to our family’s name.
This is who I am. This is what I like. This is my preference.
I know that some things are an acquired taste, but even if I was to spend my life married to a woman, I would never stop liking men, and the sadness would remain in my life.
I want the chance to be happy. I want to be able to share precious moments with someone too.
Remember what I said earlier about growing up with great parents? I meant every word. I don’t want you to blame yourself for who I am. I don’t want you to think that it is because you should have raised me better. That isn’t the case. It isn’t your fault.
Even if you don’t accept me as your son anymore, to me you will always be my dear omma and appa.
I love you both.
Yonghwa.
author: darkcupcakes
disclaimer: I don't own these people and I don't mean to cause them any harm either. None of this is real, simply some crazy figment of my imagination.
rating: N/A
main character: Jung Yonghwa
pairings: Yonghwa/Hongki
It didn’t matter if they didn’t accept it.
Yonghwa knew that it was time for him to tell his parents, not about who he was dating, but about his sexual orientation. He knew that it was probably going to break his mother’s heart because she wanted him to find a nice girl to date and marry. It was not going to happen. His father’s reaction probably wasn’t going to be good either, but no matter what their reactions were going to be, it wasn’t going to change him anyway.
He wondered a long time about the best ways to break the news to them. He could have met them in person, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the emotions on his parents’ faces. He knew he was being a coward. That was also the reason as to why he was hesitating about using his phone. He didn’t want to hear the possible tears, or to be yelled at.
In the end, it’s the letter who won the battle. He sat down at his desk, took sheets of paper out and started writing.
Omma and Appa,
Are you well? You must be relieved now that the stress of hyung’s wedding is over. Today I am writing because I have something very important to say. I should have probably come over, or at least called, but sometimes writing a letter is easier to convey our heart.
I want to start by saying that I love you both dearly. You have always taken care of me and you both raised me well. I am proud that you are my parents. I never felt like something was missing in my life as I was growing up.
Omma, you always said that it was okay for me not to like eel; that everybody had different tastes and you would cheer me up by saying that you didn’t like prawns. You always say that I need to find a nice girl to marry just like brother did, but what if I am not like hyung? What my taste isn’t the same? Will you still say that it is okay?
I recently met a boy my age and we are getting along well. He brought sunshine into my life. He brought with him the piece of the puzzle that seemed to have been missing in my life. I am not talking about love yet, but I have a feeling it could happen.
I am not asking you to accept it if your hearts can’t, but please, try to at least understand it.
I am not doing this to break your hearts, just like I am not doing this to bring shame to our family’s name.
This is who I am. This is what I like. This is my preference.
I know that some things are an acquired taste, but even if I was to spend my life married to a woman, I would never stop liking men, and the sadness would remain in my life.
I want the chance to be happy. I want to be able to share precious moments with someone too.
Remember what I said earlier about growing up with great parents? I meant every word. I don’t want you to blame yourself for who I am. I don’t want you to think that it is because you should have raised me better. That isn’t the case. It isn’t your fault.
Even if you don’t accept me as your son anymore, to me you will always be my dear omma and appa.
I love you both.
Yonghwa.