🇨 🇴 🇱 🇴 🇷 🇸 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖿

7.

Minho's Pov.

I carry Jisung up to his room, quite sobs coming out of his mouth.

"Shhhh it's gonna be alright Jisung " I whisper against his neck.

I sit him on the bed and lock the door. Jisung immediately sinking into my embrace as soon as I take a seat next to him.

I run my fingers through his soft hair and take in his young-fresh fragrance. It just clicked in my head that Jisung is just a kid, he is a 17 year old boy who doesn't know what to do. He lives with a homophobic woman who doesn't love him, and a stepfather who is so madly in love that he's blindly having an affair with his stepson while he's still so young. He is just a boy. He will be turning 18 in three weeks, that was something we were both looking forward to. But my heart stings at the thought of my loves purity getting completely taken away so soon.  It ate me up inside.

Jisung looks up at me with those big teary eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing...it just hurts seeing you like this" my voice cracks and eyes fill up with tears.

Jisung pushes me back against the bed and lays on top of me.

"I'll be alright, I'm a big boy. Plus we are leaving soon. "

I smile and peck the top of his head. My sweet boy. He was perfection itself in my eyes. He had such a strong gard over himself and it finally broke.

I'll treat him to the life he never had. I'll take him around the world to the most breathtaking sights he'll ever see, I'll buy him thousands of skirts that make my heart pound proudly and my stomach twist from the puppy love butterfly's, and I'll ask him to marry me one day so we could start our own little family.

"Start packing " I whisper.

"W-what why?"

"We are gonna leave to Italy a few days early. The vibes as you kids say, just aren't matching up."

He let's out a snort and attacks me with his lips.

Jisung's Pov.

Me and my mother got into one of our biggest fights. After the party she kept going on and on about how I should've talked to girls who weren't so "emo", and when I reminded her that I was a flaming homosexual, she just lost her shit and started yelling at me. I have always faught with my mother since I was younger, but never have I had a whole mental breakdown from all the stress. At this point I don't care if she loves me or not, I'm just upset that she was evil enough to ruin her own sons childhood, just out of pure pettiness. She couldn't stand the fact that my dad was always right and she knew without a good lawyer, she had no chance against him. So winning was just something she could rub in his face. At this point, I don't even know how to do certain things because I'm so used to not having parental support. I don't even know what would consider to be a normal family.  A man who goes to work and leaves his wife and kids at home, comes back and eats a nice dinner, and on weekends do some amazing family activity? All that was definitely not what me and my "family " had. Instead there's a sad teen who doesn't know what to do half the time, a homophobic - narcissist mother, and a man who is secretly dating his stepson.

I always feel like life's out to bite me in the ass. No matter what I do, my life just ends up being complete shit. Minho is the one thing I actually got going for my life.

I open my eyes tiredly and look up at my lovers face. He was sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes resting perfectly on his cheeks.

Today was a school day, the last day before we go on a month break for who knows what, well..... I know what. The girls restrooms haven't been working that well and now the school doesn't want students around during the fixing.  I suspect Chuu flushed pads down every single toilet in the school as revenge against principal Ha. They were having an affair and Mrs. Ha literally ghosted Chuu, but in person, and would purposely make eye contact with her while checking in on all the classes. The sexual tension dancing through the air was astonishing.  But thanks to Chuu's great thirst for vengeance, I could go to Italy free of classwork.