𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 ~Seongjoong~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

It’s been three weeks since Seonghwa was forced to stay with the chaotic duo, living through days of Hongjoong constantly getting hurt, having to watch him cry, bleed, throw up at times, and stress out. But he never did anything to help, he was on its good side, he wasn’t about to ruin that by interfering. 

He felt bad though, awful even, but he didn’t say anything, he just let it happen. Recently it’s been getting worse, having to watch the boy die multiple days in a row was sickening. Especially when he knew it was happening in his apartment. 

Hongjoong had moved in a few days ago, being able to sell his furniture and get out of that horrid place. The only problem that came from that situation was his parents, his mother to be exact. Hongjoong’s mother disapproved of him moving in with Seonghwa for multiple reasons. 

But the reason she focused on the most was that Hongjoong was only being a bother to Seonghwa. It was weird to have Hongjoong’s mother on ‘his side’ seeing as Hongjoong was her son but she seemed to worry about Seonghwa more. 

“No you don’t understand, he’s trying to help, he offered it’s not like I pressured him to let me move in.” Hongjoong screamed over the phone, walking back and forth frantically in Seonghwa’ living room. 

“He allowed me to move in what is not making sense in that sentence!? Is your skull that thick that simple words can’t make it to your brain!?” Hongjoong sat down, frustration filling his body. 

“No no I took my medication, this has nothing to do with that, could you just put dad on the phone, maybe I’ll be able to explain better with him.” Hongjoong sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“No mom please just-” The phone had hung up, leaving Hongjoong sitting there, phone still against his ear. He took a deep breath, putting the phone down calmly. 

“She’s still not listening?” Hongjoong looked up, seeing a tired looking man in front of him. He shook his head as Seonghwa made his way over to him, sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Maybe if I spoke to her she’d finally understand.” Hongjoong once again shook his head. 

“She’d probably try to convince you to force me out..I’m already trying to keep myself from getting kicked out. I don’t need her to help you with that decision.” Hongjoong stood, running his hands through his hair, aggressively exhaling as he wandered to the kitchen, Seonghwa following closely. 

“Why are you following me around?” Hongjoong asked, his face buried in the fridge. 

“This is my home, I can follow you whenever I want.” Seonghwa said, sitting on the counter. Hongjoong turned around, arms full of strawberry cartons. 

“You're picking up its habits. You two are getting too close.” He said, bringing the strawberries to the sink, starting to wash them one by one. 

“I’ve picked up two habits, it’s not a problem. Plus I think getting close to it is good for me.” He spoke, taking the fruits Hongjoong washed and ate them. 

“How are you feeling?” Seonghwa hesitantly spat out, causing Hongjoong to pause what he was doing. 

“Why do you ask?” Hongjoong asked, continuing his washing. 

“I heard a lot last night...just seemed like a lot happened so I wanted to ask-'' Seonghwa was cut off by Hongjoong turning off the water, violently. 

“Look I don’t feel like talking about this right now, if you wanted to talk you could’ve come to me yesterday, when it happened.” He turned, facing the elder, an expression of shock on Seonghwa’s face.