hug || sunsun (discontinued)

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The light and comfortable atmosphere that the room previously had was now gone, tension spiking up as Sunghoon got up from the bed.

Sunoo got up alongside him, taking his hand and squeezing it in an attempt to calm his nerves. "You got this, okay? I'm right here."

Sunghoon merely nodded at the boy, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He walked to his door, unlocking it, stepping out of the room with caution, and then closing the door so Sunoo wouldn't hear too much of what his parents were going to say.

Was it about his grades? What did he possibly screw up this time that made his parents call him like this, even while Sunoo was over?

The tall boy hesitantly walked into the living room, freezing at once.

His parents were holding the family laptop, and that wouldn't have made his heart drop. What made his heart drop were the contents displayed on the screen.

⚠️TW: Homophobia, excessive swearing⚠️

Sunghoon's personal account had been logged into. Every bit of his activity was there; Search history, watch history, the duration of time he spent on each website or app.

"We finally thought you were doing better, son. But we were wrong! You betrayed our trust, you have just betrayed your parents!

"What is this, hm? You were supposed to studying at 4:36 PM yesterday, but according to your web results and history you were watching pathetic low-lives try and save their careers by doing little dances and voice foolery."

His throat was dry, eyes boring holes into the ground because there was no way he could look up at his parents. He was in the wrong, he deserved this for being such a horrible son and taking advantage of the slight privacy he had been given. It was his fault, and he couldn't cry about it.

"Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you!" His dad's voice rang through his ears, the blood rush almost audible.

"And this isn't even the worst part! You've been influenced, brainwashed by these horrendous things. What the hell were you thinking, feeding into this 'sexuality' propaganda? Disgusting!"

Sunghoon's eyes widened even more in horror, in pain at his father's harsh words.

"I-It's not pro-"

His mother shrieked his name in hostility. "Who said you could fucking speak, you...you faggot! You gay imbecile? What have you done to my son? Because I know for a goddamn fact that MY son wouldn't indulge in any of this crap. My son wouldn't disappoint me like this, my son would know right from wrong."

Their voices, the ones Sunghoon knew to be at least tolerant of him were now overflowing with venom and toxicity. Tears brimmed at his eyelashes, some trickling down his cheek before he could stop them.

Seeing this somehow enraged his father even more. "Do you see this? All of that horrid content has made him a pussy, a little vulnerable wimp. Stop crying, man up! Nothing will be resolved if you continue like this, like the gay pussy that you've become. It's a disgrace to my eyes-"

"God damn it when will you shut the fuck up?"

The three blood related beings look back to Sunghoon's room, Sunoo emerging with fury written all over his features.