i sighed moving my food around with my fork.

"so, how was therapy?" my mother asked, not looking at me.

"fine."

"what did you talk about?" my father took a drink of his water.

"things."

"such as?" my mother questioned.

"yoongi."

"oh." she dabbed her mouth with a napkin.

"can we talk about him for a second?"

the awkward atmosphere made me cringe.

"depends if 'him' is min yoongi or not."

"jimin." my mother folded her hands.

it made me uncomfortable to talk about my ex love interest to two people who didn't even accept my sexuality.

"what about him?"

i gave in.

"how long did you see him for romantically?"

"seven months."

"how far did you two go?" my father inquired.

that one question ruined my entire mood.

"we've had sex."

his jaw instantly clinched.

"i see." my mother avoided my eyes.

she frowned,

setting down the napkin.

"was he the reason?"

if i thought the other question ruined my night,

i was wrong.

this one was definitely what did it.

"no."

i myself didn't even know if that was a lie or not.