Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

34 | Antipathy

It comes a time in ones life to do everything they can to bite their tongue and not snap. Minho, begrudgingly had to finally see his family and this was the times he would try so hard to keep his blunt truths to a minimum.

He was never abused, just neglected. It was resentment he told himself this everytime.

Standing at the door, shivering from the season they were in. His fingertips numb, his nose cold. He hated this, why couldn't he just stay at the dorm, continue lathering Jisung in all sorts of love and affection? He briefly thought about asking Jisung to come with him, though he felt he already knew that answer. Both Jisungs and his parents.

Minho almost stepped away from the door until it clicked, swinging wide open. Felix peering at his brother.

"Bro, the hell you doing outside still?" Felix hastily dragged his brother inside, earning a small groan from the older. Warmth soon engulfed him, the smell of pumpkin spice lingered in the house. Small decorations were up for Christmas.

Twinkling lights, boughs of holly pinned up along the door frames running through the house. Little snow figurines on the endtables that sat against the walls.

He hated Christmas. Of all seasons his parents would invite him over it was always Christmas.

"Felix... I don't think I can do this." Minho whispered to his younger brother.

"Minho, you came all this way, its only for a few -"

"Lix? Who was that? I need the cookie- oh. Minho you're actually here." His mother walked into the hallway from the kitchen. Her hair pinned up with a faux pointsetta wrapped around her hair. The emerald green blouse covered by an apron.

This wasn't his mother.

Far from it.

"Of course I am. I can leave if you want?" Minho scoffed. His mothers eyes narrowed, almost hateful.

"I didn't say that Minho. Take your jacket off, stay awhile." She said turning back.

No hello, no how was school or how've you been... Very usual, and of course made Minho feel out of place.

Minho slipped his shoes off, placing his feet into slippers, his jacket Felix took and set on the coat rack. He walked into the living room, the house decorated with frames of the family, only one photo had Minho actually in it. It was a wedding photo of when his mother married his step father... He was so young at the time. But the look of disgust was evident even to a small child.

It was the dislike of the events, Felix had a bright smile, so did his mother and stepfather. Minho had the look of loneliness.

"Hey, sport. Nice to see you again." His dad who was sitting in the common room in front of the fireflace said as he folded his useless newspaper up.

"Likewise." Minho said trying to come off as nice, though the underlying tone showed.

"Hows school? What were you majoring again?" His dad tried making small talk but Minho was making it hard to even cross that line when he sat down on the sofa.

"Its fine. Passing." Minho responded bored.

The air was tense, until Felix came into the room with a plate of cookies.

"Mom made cookies, dinner should be ready in about an hour." Felix said setting down the tray. His father was quick to lean toward the cookies letting his hand linger a small moment before taking a simple sugar jam-jam.

"Wheres RyuJin?" Dad questioned.

"I think shes upstairs playing on her phone." Felix answered.

"Minho wanna go get your sister. She should be down here and not playing those weird otome games."