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"Juyeon's mother called about an hour ago," Younghoon's father spoke when he heard the front door open.

There were a few moments of nothingness before Younghoon appeared in the dining room. He didn't say anything. He only looked at his father.

"Before I say anything—I want to give you the chance to tell me it's a lie. I want you to tell me none of it's true...that it's all made up."

"It's not," Younghoon whispered, "it's true. All of it. I punched Juyeon—a few times."

"I don't give a damn who you punch, Younghoon!"

The boy jumped at his father booming voice, flinching as he got out of his chair. "Is this what you did?" The man asked and grabbed Younghoon's collar, throwing the boy on the ground. "Is this how you punched Juyeon?" He taunted, his relentless fists bashing into the side of his son's face.

"Tell me!" He hissed, "Is this what you did because Juyeon called that Chanhee kid a worthless faggot!?"

Younghoon didn't say anything. He remained silent as his father used his body as a punching bag.

"You love him? You're in love with another boy!?"

"I am," Younghoon whispered from where he laid on the cold tiled floor. He knew his words would only fuel his father's anger, but he was done running. Kim Younghoon was too tired to run from the truth any longer.

"What do you want!" The man screamed as he walked away from his son's beaten body, "I can find you any girl you want—just tell me who!"

A sad smile flickered across Younghoon's face as he rolled onto his back. "I don't want anybody else," he answered truthfully.

"This will ruin everything I've built for you, Younghoon. You're a selfish bastard! You're my only son!"

"I'm not you're only son!" Younghoon cried.

He'd never raised his voice at his father before, but maybe he was just full of surprises that day. "Youngsik was your son—you pushed him too hard. You push and you push and don't care about anybody around you. I'm not the selfish one."

The man stared down at his crying son. He looked at the blood dripping from his nose and down at the blood splattered tiles. "I wish you were the one that died," the man spoke quietly, "we'd all be better off that way."

"I wish it was me too," Younghoon whispered as he watched the man's shoes get further and further from him. He let his swollen eyes close and hoped they would never open again.

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Younghoon was woken up by the sound of his cracked phone buzzing against porcelain tiles beneath his head. He slowly sat up and tried to shake the ringing in his ears. Not bothering to say a word to his mother or father, Younghoon forced himself off the ground and grabbed his keys from the counter, walking straight through the front door.

He didn't know where to go but there was no way he was staying in that house. Not after what happened. He backed out of his driveway and let his car bring him wherever it wanted to go.

Of course he found himself parked in Chanhee's driveway. He wished he could just forget about the boy and leave him alone like he promised, but he'd never be able to do that.

Younghoon wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to knock on the door. Obviously a part of him wanted to since he drove here, but maybe he simply just needed to think. So instead of getting out of his car, he pulled out his phone and looked at the missed messages and calls he had.

3 missed calls from Chanhee

5 missed texts from Chanhee:

Younghoon answer my calls. Please.
I just want to know you're okay.
You're an idiot, do you know that?
A real fucking idiot.
Idiot.

A soft smile formed on Younghoon's as he read over the boy's words. The most normal thing that happened that day was Chanhee calling him an idiot.

He noticed a missed call from Yeri at the bottom of the screen and quickly clicked on the notification, bringing the device up to his ear.

It hardly rang once before Yeri's worried voice echoed through the line. "Younghoon," she spoke simply, "Younghoon I swear to god why didn't you answer anybody?"

"I've been busy."

"Funny. What the hell is keeping you occupied? Punching your friends?"

"He's not my friend."

"Chanhee's really worried about you. Did you call him first?"

"No. I'm at his house right now—but I don't know if he wants to see me. So I'm just sitting in his driveway like a creep."

A quiet laugh echoed through the line, lifting some of the tension between them. "You've always been a creep, Younghoon, what's new?"

"How do you know what happened?"

"Sangyeon told me. We were all really worried about you, Younghoon."

"Even you?"

"Even me," the girl answered sincerely, "Chanhee knows you hit Juyeon because he said something about him."

"He didn't just say something, Yeri, he threatened Chanhee. If Sangyeon wasn't there I might've actually killed him."

There was a moment of silence before Yeri hesitantly added, "Sangyeon also said you told them about you and Chanhee. You told them you loved him."

"Yeah—I did do that."

"I don't know why Chanhee was so anxious but was he was really fucking worried about you, Younghoon. He started crying when I told him what happened—the least you could do is just tell him you're okay."

"I'll go talk to him then."

"Can you two make up already? For me?"

"Only because you asked."

"I'm hanging up now, it's time to stop being a creep, Younghoon."

Younghoon opened his mouth to say something but the girl had hung up before he got the chance to say it. With a sigh, he took the keys out of the ignition and slowly walked towards the front door.

He counted his steps as he walked up onto the porch. It took some time to work up the courage, but he knocked on the door.

"Younghoon—what happened to your handsome face?" Mrs Choi asked the second she opened the door. She stepped to the side and pulled the boy inside, closing the door behind him. "Did somebody hurt you?" She continued, placing her hands gently on either side of his face.

"Is Chanhee here?"

Mrs Choi looked back at her husband who was standing there stiffly, trying to hide his own bitterness towards the boy that broke his son's heart. "Go get Chanhee," she urged.

"Honey...honey...honey," the woman whispered as she looked into the boy's tear filled eyes, "You're going to be just alright, I promise."

"I hope so," Younghoon whispered, letting himself lean into her hands lingering on his face.

They stayed that way for a moment. Younghoon needed a parent and Mrs Choi still cared about the boy the same way she did before him and her son broke up.

Chanhee walked into the living room with his father and froze at the sight of Younghoon in front of him. The two only looked at each other for a moment before Chanhee ran to the boy, throwing his arms around his torso. "I thought your dad was going kill you," Chanhee cried as he hid his face in Younghoon's chest, taking in the scent that he'd missed so much, "you're such an idiot."

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