A/N : If in some ways this chapter offends you or your beliefs, I apologize beforehand. No particular blasphemy intended. --   “And since God is love, and God doesn't make mistakes, you must be exactly the way he wants you to be, the way he intended you to be. And that goes for every person, every planet, every mountain, every grain of sand, every song, every tear... and every . We're all his, Emmett. He loves us all." - Ted Schmidt, Queer As Folk.     The only thing I was always scared of, even more –by, maybe, not so much- than my parents, when I found out I was gay, was God. (If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman [..] they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.)   See, I was raised in a religious family. We went to the mass every sunday and prayed together before we eat. And sang a psalm whenever we're gonna bury someone we knew. And then, after twenty five years of normality, in a blink of an eye, I realized I was attracted to men. More than I was to women. Emotionally, physically, ually. And if it wouldn't be enough to drive one out of sanity, I didn't know what would. Okay. Maybe I was exaggerating if I said I had a completely normal, straight twenty five years. But hey, before I knew the truth, I was just thinking every once in a while, everybody could just have a crush for the person their same gender. Like having idols or something. But that was a total bull. –beside the fact that I didn't really do idols- I was in denial. For Earth knows how long. (And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.)   So two years after the finding out, when I decided to come out to my parents, holding Kibum's hand (six years my junior and my student). I knew I would have to swallow that look of horror in my mother's f