𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

30 | PROTECT OUR OWN

Today I didn't join the others for lunch. The rumors and the gossip were to much for me today.

Here I was, entering the library. Not for Minho, for myself. I needed to get away from it all.

I walk through the aisles and stop at the last, seeing the familiar boy there. I swallow harshly before turning and walking to him.

He looks up, surprised to see me he says "You came?"

I give him a small smile "I did". I sit down in front of him and he closes his book.

I lean my head on the bookshelf and look up and the ceiling. "What's on your mind?" Minho spoke low.

I bit my bottom lip anxiously. "I-I'm scared" I felt Minho's hand on my knee, making me look down. "I'm so scared Minho, what if they find out?" I whisper

Minho scoots closer to me, grabbing my hand he says "Listen to me, nobody will find out" He spoke lowly.

I just stare into his big gentle eyes, he seemed so sure of it. Minho let's out a small sigh, leaning to me and placing a soft kiss on my forehead he says, looking into my eyes "I promise"

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I stare out the window and since class started I haven't looked away. Watching the trees move swiftly with the breeze.

The class door opens but I didn't look to see who it was, not really caring as the class grew quiet.

I heard someone clear their throat, but still, it wasn't what made me look. What made me look was when they called my name "Jisung"

I look to see the principal and I visibly froze. "Can we talk to you for a second?" I nod slowly. Feeling everyone's eyes on me.

I get up and grab my things, walking out of the class with the principal following behind me. "To the office," He says and I nod.

I grip the strap of my backpack and try to not look at nervous as I felt.

Getting into the office I see two cops, swallowing harshly "You can sit" I do as he says and I sit down.

"We gonna ask you a few things Jisung, your not in trouble but you could help us"

I furrow my brows "Help you? With what exactly?"

"A few classmates spoke to us, they mentioned a few people that Damon knew. You being one"

I tense up and shake my head "I don't know him all that well"

The officer was about to speak up again when the door opens to reveal my mom. With her hands on her hips, she looks at me and at the olders.

"Why are you questioning my underage son without my consent?"

"Mrs. Han we are only trying to get down to what happened Friday night," One of the cops says.

She look at me "Come on, I'm taking you home" I stood up and she looks at them again "And my boy was not involved that night, he was home" with that she walks out and I follow behind her.

The car ride was quiet, she didn't say anything and I didn't dare to be the one to speak first.

Getting to the house we get out of the car and as she unlocks the front door she says "Your father will be home in a few, I'll make some hot chocolate while we wait" We walk inside.

"Wait for what?"

She looks at me and rubs my shoulder gently "Your father". She walks away and to the kitchen.

I sigh and take off my shoes, walking to the living room I sit on the couch and my knee bounces up and down as my nerves grow anxious.

As my mom was walking in with the hot chocolate so does my dad. I notice how tense the air was and it was making everything more real.

My mom hands me the mug and I hold it in both of my hands as they both sit down and stare at me, making me nervously put the mug on the table.

"Son" My dad starts right away. "You are aware that we know almost everyone in town, right?"

I nod "Y-Yes, I do"

"People see things, people hear things" My stomach drops "But we want to hear things straight from the source, you. As your parents, we want to know what your relations are with this boy Damon"

So, they didn't know about Friday?

I look down, feeling all things I've kept in come rushing back. I inhale and shake my head "I don't know him" I lied, not looking at my parents but I felt my emotions get the best of me as I notice my vision grow blurry with tears.

They didn't say anything, and they didn't need to because once I started, I didn't stop.

I looked up and shook my head again "I wasn't his friend, I didn't have friends till a few weeks ago but he was never one" I started. My tears rolled out my eyes "He pretended like we were when his family came over for dinner, but we weren't. He-he would call me names at school" This made my mom tense and my dad listen closely. "That's all it was. At first, that's all it was, simple name calling"

"What do you mean, at first? Has he hurt you Jisung?" My mom asks, afraid of the answer.

I look down, scared to see their reaction. I felt my heart pound and my throat hurt as I tried my best to stop crying. I felt my mom's hand on my knee, and looking up to see that she was now in front of me, her eyes full of tears as she was kneeling to look at me and ask again "Did he son?"

I broke down, for the first time I broke down in front of my parents. My head was in my hands as the memories of him came rushing back. I nod vigorously as I cried. "Yes"

The room was quiet, neither of them spoke up as my cries were the only thing being heard.

"When?" I heard my dad asks.

I look up and I said "Friday" I look down again "I needed air, so I went outside and decided that I should come home but before I could start walking Damon was there and he telling me all these things and I said stuff back that upset him and so he—"

"So you know who killed him?" My mom asks and I look at her. Hesitantly I shook my head "No, They pulled him off me and I ran for it" I look at my dad "I didn't look back" I lied.

My dad stood up, and walking to me he sit beside me and puts his hand on my shoulder. In a comforting way he squeezed it a few times and said "You don't talk to anyone about this, you hear me, son, this stays in this house"

I nod and look to my mom who starts to speak, "We protect our own Jisung, we always use to tell you this"  She wipes my tears and leans up to kiss my forehead "If you remember anything else, you tell us"

So, do you still hate his parents or have your feelings changed?

I'm genuinely curious