"Love is love. Don't let the labels define what love is" (tt I feel inspirational)

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Jimin's POV

The reason why I left Jungkook to keep up with studies when the semester because I need him to get back on his feet. I just want him to finish this semester of his first year of college. So when he chooses a university, he'll be able to go with his advanced classes. I want him just as everyone else to not be poor or suffer from poverty. Also, I need to find a perfect ring for him. I'm proposing soon. But there's just one problem, my parents don't know about this whole relationship. Well, they weren't part of my life anyway. I never even mentioned them to Jungkook.

"Jimin?" My mom's head peeks at me. "Are you okay?"

"Mom . . .," I end up standing up placing a hand on her shoulder. "Mom, I have a question . . .".

"Hmm?" Her small smile appears, all ears open to hear what I'm about to say. I look down at her old petite form, my lips quiver. 

"What would you do if I was to marry someone?" I was ready for a slap or something. 

"Jimin, I'm so happy!! Who's this person?" She grabs my hands innocently. I don't think she wants to see me as a gay. Would she even accept me?

"Mom, I'm in love with another man . . .," I whisper as the colors of her face turns dull. The tears b, but she cups my cheeks.

She kisses my forehead. 

"Oh Jimin . . . .," She hugs me closely. "I'm just glad you've found someone . . . .and you could be happy". Her tears stain my shirt and hold her up, swinging her around. Jihyun looks at us excitedly.

"So you've marrying that who legit kicked my twice," He puts a smug smirk. "Hmph. Maybe I'll beat him . . .at a dance battle". I push Jihyun in a offensive manner, he just laughs at me. "Seriously. He's good enough".

"What do mean good enough? He's perfect for me!" I stick out my tongue, Jihyun rolls his eyes.

"Well, boys. We have to  . . .tell your father . . .," she lost her sweet smile. Mom just sighs, holding my hand. "Look. This country, especially the men in this country do not like same marriages . . .".

"I know . . .," I lower my eyes. "I don't give a damn about what he says! I'm an adult. I have every right to marry the person I love".

" . . .I know. I know . . .but we're still your parents!" Her hands were shaking holding mine. "This world . . . .this world is ed up, okay?! I just want to protect my baby . . . ." All she ever did was protect from that bastard. I envied Jungkook for having a father who'd left but do anything for him. I have a father but he's no different from a stranger. 

I sigh heavily, walking out the door. Pulling my hoodie up, hiding the tears falling down. Why do I need his approval? I hate it. I could handle the pain. I really can. If I survived after those times where I got bullied or isolated, I would survive this. I look inside my pocket, the ring is his size right? I smile softly. The wind is blowing my bangs, I couldn't help but think to myself when I walk down this sidewalk.

I remember sweetly how Yoongi and I were just high schoolers. I'm that one student who's isolated from everyone else. What did I do wrong? I don't know maybe just existing? Then the past just swifts into my eyes. I remember why my father would leave for work. He always did. Just silently look at me and my brother's faces at the table. I mean, I know the father role just silently watches his kids. But his stares were scary. I never could ever look in his eyes and smile. Jihyun's especially afraid of him and grew attached to me. He would tug at my sleeve when we were in elementary school. He was put in a special class, then they switch him out after elementary. 

Jihyun grew up happy and I'm just standing there blankly. I wanted to smile too.