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Truth

TW: HOMOPHOBIA, CRYING, MENTIONS OF CHEATING, WALKING OUT ON FAMILY, DISOWNMENT

The bell rang, signaling the end of the long school day. The sun was setting and (Y/N) wanted to do nothing more than collapse on her bed and fall asleep. She was about to put on her headphones when she noticed a figure pop up beside her.

"Minji?" said (Y/N), eyeing her kind of girlfriend with a look of confusion. "Aren't you supposed to be walking home already?"

Minji turned slightly pink, and uttered in a small voice:

"I was wondering if you would walk me home?"

While Minji lived in Gangnam, the opposite direction from (Y/N)'s journey to Itaewon, and the fact that (Y/N) was dead tired, she was happy spend extra time with Minji.

"Sure. I would love to" said (Y/N)

The way Minji's face scrunched up into an eye smile set (Y/N)'s heart racing, and she smiled widely in return.

The duo quickly made their way out of the school, passing by their friends. Hanni sent a soft smile towards her best friend, and then pulled the other four girls away, meaning Minji and (Y/N) could leave school by themselves.

It was cold, and (Y/N) shivered a bit, rubbing her hands together in hopes of creating a little bit of warmth. She was slightly taken aback when Minji grabbed her hand and lead her, running down the streets towards the nearest metro station. In that moment, (Y/N) was sure she had one hundred percent fallen for Kim Minji.

The way Minji's long black hair whipped behind her, and the laughs of joy she was letting out completely stunned (Y/N) who ran beside her.

They entered the metro and sped past the crowds of business men and women, squeezing into the train - which took them to Gangnam. When they exited - they decided to walk, catching their breaths from the mad dash they did (while (Y/N) was her schools star runner, she was trained to run long distance - not sprinting). They admired the bustling streets of Gangnam, full of many people just like them. Young, ambitious, and maybe falling deeper for the person holding your hand.

They soon found themselves on Minji's street, and (Y/N) admitted she felt a little disappointed. She didn't want this precious moment to end - but then an idea popped into her head.

Looking around o make sure they were alone, (Y/N) leaned down and captured Minji's lips in a short kiss. The younger girl started at her in shock, before slapping her arm playfully. Minji reached up and kissed her cheek - whispering in her ear:

"Thank you (Y/N), for everything."

The Kim girl spun around on her heel and ran into her house, not before waving to (Y/N). Smiling widely, the girl started to make her way back home.

About thirty minutes later, (Y/N) entered her home, glowing slightly from the events that took place earlier. As she busied herself in getting a glass of water, she just then noticed her father sitting on the couch.

"Hi Dad, how are y-" she stopped short when she realised something was wrong.

Her father was crying.

"Dad? Dad are you okay?!" exclaimed (Y/N). She feared the worst. Was he unwell?! Did Aunt Jihyo or Uncle Siwon pass away?! Was Jimin okay?!

Jaehyun hiccuped, eyes glistening in the artificial light of the room. His hands came to rest on the girl kneeling beside him, caressing her cheeks. He smiled, which was filled with pain and suffering.

"Sit down (Y/N), I have to tell you something."

While worried, (Y/N) still complied with her father.

"Your mother sent a letter."

(Y/N) felt her stomach twist - anger and resentment clawing at her insides.

Son Sooyoung, the mother that walked out on the three of them. She was gone from their lives when (Y/N) was nine years old, with Jimin barely being seven. At the time, she was too young to understand, but as (Y/N) grew up and matured - she started to loath the woman. Selfish and childish, her mother was purely materialistic, that much (Y/N) knew. (Y/N)'s father was a humble Mathematics teacher at Jimin's current middle school, and Sooyoung wanted more money than Jaehyun could produce. (Y/N) observed later in life that her unworthy mother married her father purely based on his looks and naturally kind personality, wanting a servant more than a loving husband.

"Why - doesn't Sooyoung know that she isn't fucking allowed to contact us?!" said (Y/N), her short temper surfacing and pushing all other thoughts away. Sooyoung lost the privilege of being called 'Mum' by the Son children years ago, (Y/N) being the more spiteful of the two.

"She...she told me the real reason why she left."

(Y/N) stilled. The real reason? Sooyoung left because she only cared about looks and money.

"She regretted marrying me."  

If (Y/N) was angry before, she was fuming now. She felt her face grow hot and red, balling her hands into a tight fist. She unfurled her crushing fist when her father put his hand on her bicep.

"I couldn't provide for her, and so she began to love me less and less. I already knew that, but she also cheated on me."

Jaehyun's lip wobbled, and he buried his face in his hands. Although the next few words were muffled, (Y/N) could make out a name.

"Jung Hyunjin."

Jung Hyunjin just happened to be the local car dealership man. A narcissist, a money grabber, and a liar - (Y/N) always thought he look stupid in his expensive suits and flashing that fake smile.

"She also..." Jaehyun couldn't finish his sentence, his voice cracking stopped him. 

(Y/N) had never been so livid in her life. She snatched the letter from the table and decided that she would read it.

Jaehyun,

It's been eight years since I last saw you.

I grew tired of you - and Hyunjin was better for me.

There was another problem with our happy little family:

That stupid child (Y/N) - she is disgusting and unnatural. She needs to be cleansed of homosexuality. I'm glad she isn't my daughter anymore.

Jung Sooyoung

(Y/N) suddenly felt dizzy. She jumped up from the couch and muttered an apology to her father, before staggering to her room. She collapsed on her bed and stared at the grey walls of her bedroom. She could hear her father, crying in the next room. She wanted to comfort him, but she feared that she too would burst into tears.

And she did exactly that.

For the first time in a year, Son (Y/N) cried bitter and sorrowful tears. Full of anger and misery, she did not stop until she could not cry.

She felt like shit.

Shifting in her bed, she faced the window and gazed out of it at the pitch black sky. The street lamp glowed slightly in the corner of her vision. She felt herself grow tired, worn out from the day.

As she drifted off, she saw her mother's beautiful face turning from a smile, and into the cold emotionless face she so vividly remembered.