Red/Minsung

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"Jisung do you want to come to my house again?" Minho asked once their last class had ended.

"I stayed there yesterday and last night I should probably go home."

But I'm worried about you going home.

Minho thought to himself and frowned.

"Please? We can watch another movie or we can cook since I forgot to make something to bring you for lunch and I need to anyway."

"No you don't, don't worry about it." Jisung said with a small smile, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Jisung walked away after that making Minho immediately start to feel worried.

If he comes back hurt tomorrow I'm not letting him go back there...not that I could tell him that I know he got hurt. Or force him to not go back home. I wish he would just tell me what's going on.

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Jisung went to the bathroom after leaving his class and glanced in the mirror. He actually loved how the makeup looked. He felt the slightest bit more confident with it on by the end of the day if he were being completely honest.

Maybe I can ask Minho to teach me how to do it next time we hang out.

He fixed his hair a bit then walked out of school and started walking home. He sighed when he saw that his parents are was in the driveway yet again but they usually ignored him anyway so he decided to just try to go to his room without saying a word to them.

"Ah Jisung," his father said once he heard the door open but didn't look away from the tv, "we noticed that you were gone last night. Did you somehow find a girl desperate enough to want you?"

"I was at a f-friends house," Jisung replied simply, not wanting to comment on anything else his father had just said. He was genuinely in a good mood which was pretty rare and he really didn't want his parents to ruin it again.

He took his shoes off then started walking towards the stars but stopped and turned around once he heard his name get called.

"Han Jisung!" His mom yelled, "are you wearing makeup?"

"Yes. What's w-wrong with t-that?" Jisung asked in a very quiet voice.

"I thought you couldn't get any more disappointing." His mother rolled his eyes. "I shouldn't have to explain to you that makeup is for girls Jisung. What are you gonna tell me next is this new friend of yours your boyfriend? Did he make you wear it?"

"N-no he's just my friend and h-he wanted to do my makeup b-because he thought it would look n-nice and it does."

"Go wash it off and don't ever wear it again. You're already disgraceful enough I wouldn't be able to deal with the embarrassment of you being gay on top of it."

"O-okay sorry," Jisung mumbled before running upstairs to the bathroom.

He roughly washed his face and made sure all of the makeup was off before glancing over at the razor blade that was sitting next to the sink. He was now upset and that's what he always did when he was upset, he was sad that his parents had made his mood change so quickly so why wouldn't he? He knew that it would relieve some stress.