Hung Up On The Stars • ChenJi

eight

After some time, he comes inside with the unbearable cold, closing all the windows and doors, turning on the TV series he has been trying to watch for many days.

"Jisung?" His mother calls.

"Hmm?"

"Don't you have your exams soon? You are wasting time." She says reading a newspaper.

Jisung is aware, completely aware of the winter exams but he can't bring himself to study, to say the slightest. The excuse isn't friendly or convincing but Jisung doesn't pay much attention to the fact that he might cultivate another situation wherein his knowledge is calculated by the obeying he does, just like an animal, Jisung thinks.

"Jisung just turn off the screen and go sit and study, you have relaxed enough. A day off doesn't mean a day wasted," his father says with sharp eyes.

"It's just eleven o clock, I have all day long," he whines.

"And you just woke up an hour ago, and I don't want you failing in Geography again,"

Jisung bites his tongue with the hiss of anger filling his skin.

"Papa that one was one time, okay? I'm not that dumb and that test was so complicated more than half of our class failed. Moreover, the teacher was changed during the crucial time of our syllabus," jisung says, regulating his temper.

Of course, how would he let go of a chance to make me feel like shit about myself? He looks at his mother for possible help but she was busy lending water to her mother-in-law.

"So? What about it? Was it difficult to learn the lessons? Who even fails in Geography? It's such an easy subject. And what kind of stupid reason is that? The whole class failed, I don't care about them, I only know and want your results to be fine."

''Oh, I'm surprised to know you care about me," he mutters to himself with an almost non-existent voice.

Keyword: almost.

"What did you just say?" His mother asks, slightly alarmed by what jisung said.

"Geography isn't easy for me," Jisung lies with a twinge of hesitation and fear.

"Don't even lie, Jisung. We all heard you. Is that the way you talk to your father?" She asks seriously.

"Why did you ask then? You all know me more than myself anyway," he sarcastically remarks.

"Did you-"

"Let it be, Sooyoung, our boy has outgrown us, he is in the typical revolting stage of life," his father relaxes, which puzzles Jisung; for the first time, his father is the composed one of them all.

"I'm not the timid boy anymore, you can't force me into tactful sayings blaming me all the time and definitely not naive to accept all the disrupts and disputes."

"Jisung, why are you behaving like that? They are your parents, they don't make 'tactful sayings', do you even mean what you say? No, do you even realize what you say?" His grandmother pipes in.

"You please don't come in the middle, grandma," he says, facing his palm towards her face.

"You are crossing your limits, Jisung," his mother chides.