Mr. Nerd's Secret | jongsang

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❝CAN'T YOU GET ONE THING DONE?! DO IT OR YOU'RE FIRED!!❞

That's the awful reality Yeosang has to face every day he got back from school. Just opening the gate is like hell. He keeps his head down while he put away his shoes in order not to make any eye contact with his fuming mother, and he make sure not a single sound was made to indicate his presence in the house. But life hates him.

He loses his balance when he stumbled upon a pen that was on the floor, wincing as the pain oozing through his body making him lean onto the wall beside him with a slight thud. His eyes widened in horror watching as his mother marched towards him, fire evident in her orbs as she raises her arm up,

❝CAN'T YOU QUIT BEING LOUD AND ANNOYING?! I'M ON A CALL WITH A CLIENT FOR FUCK'S SAKE❞ She shouted in front of his face, his eyes shut close as her high pitched voice travel through his eardrums. He hates being yelled at. But this is his daily routine. It feels like he was living in the quiet place movie. One sound, a monster will appear. To his case, the monster is his own mother.

❝I-I'm sorry, mum.. I-I promise I'll quit being a-annoying❞ he could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, fearing his words will lead to his mother become physical with him. His arm got yanked back harshly, making his body turn towards the stairs as he felt force on his back making him stumble, ❝GO UP & LOCK YOURSELF IN THE ROOM.. NO DINNER FOR YOU❞

He walks with heavy steps but still fast enough to reach his room in a short amount of time. He pushes open the door and softly closes it, no matter how pissed he is, he doesn't want to risk getting hit by his furious mother. Slowly he put his bag down, slumping himself on his white bed, cuddling onto the plushes his father gave him.

His phone on the nighstand rang, causing fear to rise in him since his mother really despises loud sounds. He tip toed and quickly answers his phone, not even bother to check who it was and the phone is already held firmly against his ear, ❝I-I'm sorry, can't talk right now. call me back tomorrow❞

❝bub? hey, hold on. tell me what's wrong?❞

the voice that came out from his phone causes him to attach the phone back to his ear, lips wobbling as he recognized so well the owner, ❝papa?❞

❝I'm here, bub. It's okay❞ his father spoke ever so softly through the phone, making his knees go weak as he plopped himself onto his bed, clutching the phone tightly that it might break if he put on little bit more force.

❝papa..❞ he whimpered, trying his best to not let his snot drop onto the pillow or he'll get his ass beaten again for dirtying the white fabric. He cupped his own face with his hand, suppressing the sobs that's about to escape.

❝tomorrow I'll come get you, as early as you want, I promise. just say when. please, stop crying❞

He think for a while, he really wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible, ❝12 am..❞

❝okay, I'll be there. just count the seconds and once it hit 60, I'll be outside, hm? you want me to bring your hehetmon together?❞

❝y-yes, please❞

❝okay, bub. hang in there❞

❝don't hang up.. please❞

❝I won't❞

Then he watched the clock on his wall ticking, counting the seconds just like how his father told him to. The sound of tires and engine filled in the silence, accompanying him while he was counting the numbers.