𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

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Jeongin let out a soft breath and walked out of his room. It was right next to his parents but right then they were residing in the kitchen where his mother was cooking dinner.

They'd gotten back to their home a few hours ago and Jeongin was not happy in the slightest about the argument he'd had with his mother.

For some reason, he had a pit in his stomach even still. Nothing felt right about anything anymore. He didn't like it a single bit.

"Nice of you to come out of your room," his mother said lowly and sighed.

"I don't want to fight.." Jeongin said softly and set his phone on the counter.

"I don't see how we will get past this without an argument when you're being unreasonable," Mrs. Yang said and stirred the steaming pot on the stove.

"Mom, please stop," Jeongin groaned and rubbed his eyes as he leaned over the countertop.

"no jeongin, you stop," she said and sighed as she set down the spatula harshly, "we should have never even let this happen. You assured us that Chan was a friend,"

"He was—"

"And what about now huh? You're back with him—"

"Honey, please let's just have a good first night with Jeongin back..?" Mr. Yang stepped up beside his wife and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"He's going to ruin his life," Jeongins mother turned to her husband, "more than he already has," she added.

"We should talk about this with each other and decide a plan of action instead of fighting with our son," his father said.

"He lied to our son! Defiled him even! Look at what a- a dirty whore he's become! He's done nothing but cause us trouble since he met that street rat! He's trash! Trash! And we helped him get out of jail! Everything he does is a mistake! That's not the son I raised!" His mother freaked at that point, raising her voice again.

"But I love him!" Jeongin cried out and felt an immeasurable amount of pain spike through his chest.

"You don't know anything about love!" His mother shouted back and stepped closer to Jeongin.

"Maybe I don't," Jeongin sniffled as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, "but I see things in Chan and I that I don't see in you and dad,"

"You better—"

"Dad doesn't look at you like Chan looks at me. You don't touch each other like we touch! You two don't love each other like we do.. calling it quits over a mistake and hardships isn't how love is supposed to be!" Jeongin took a step back as his mother advanced towards him.

"Don't sit here and analyze mine and your fathers love like you're not a child who got an std from a man who lied to you, Jeongin," his mother spat, "your father and I have been together for years and years and have never had a single fallout near close to what he's done to you. I want to protect you like I should and you're being immature about it. You're tainted."

"I'm not tainted—"

"If you decide to live with him, you are no son of mine. God will detest you. You'll rot in hell as an abomination because this... this," she motioned to Jeongin with her hand, "is not the way God told me to raise you. It's not the way you were intended to be."

A small pause made the room seem ever so quiet. Quiet that hung in the air like risky opportunities. Only making Jeongin more anxious to reach out and snatch them before his mother could pull them away.

"So pack your things," his mother said and eyed him up and down, "but just know that if you make this decision, you will not return to this household. You will not ever be called my son. You will not ever be accepted by anyone in this family,"

Jeongin felt hurt by the words coming from his mother's mouth. So he got up, walking back to his room and closed the door. He couldn't sit there and feel unloved anymore.

Jeongin sat down on his bed and fought the tears coming to his eyes again as he pulled out his phone. He thought briefly about calling one of his friends and quickly decided against it.

He had some thinking to do.

Three hours later, Jeongin was asleep. He'd cried himself into the state, feeling lost. He didn't eat dinner at all and ignored the hungry clawing at the walls of his stomach.

Jeongin began to dream.

A sweet one.

Where he and Chan swam in a lake together, giggling as the rays of the sun cast along the water and shone on their skin.

"You can't catch me!" Jeongin called as he began to wade away in the water. The soft mud beneath his feet felt so grounding.

"Better go faster then!" Chan called with a laugh as he began wading through the water after the younger.

Jeongin moved as quickly as he could, the shallow waters making it easier. Giggled came from his lips as he moved, anticipation growing and growing as Chan neared closer to him.

Jeongin could feel how close Chan was to getting him without even looking back.

In a moments time he was scooped up into his arms, a laugh escaping both of their lips. A simple kiss was placed on his cheek and then down his neck.

Jeongin hummed in content, loving the feeling of Chans lips on his skin.

"Why does he get to fuck such a pretty thing?"

Jeongins breath caught in his throat at those words. They were so familiar.. in an awful, gut wrenching way.

"He doesn't deserve you.."

Jeongin turned to look in the direction of the new voice but before he even got a mere glimpse of the face he was dropped into the water.

His body sunk deeper and deeper into the dark depths of the lake.

"Don't worry," Chans voice rang out, "I've got you,"

Jeongin relaxed into the strong and familiar arms of the older.

"Look at me.." Chans voice echoed softly.

Jeongin turned slowly, flailing in the water as he only saw seungmin.

Jeongin sat straight up in his bed in a cold sweat. Darkness filled his room as he breathed harshly and tossed the blankets from his body.

"It was just a dream.." he whispered to himself and ran his hand through his sweaty hair.

"Was it..?" He heard a whisper from his closet.

Ice.. ice in his veins that made the word fear cower in its corner.

The doors of his closet slowly opened to reveal a dark figure lurking.

Oxygen didn't exist in the room anymore. Jeongin was suffocating in his own being, gasping internally for air while he stared at this monster.

It would never go away no matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to fight the memories.

He supposed he pushed them down for far too long and they were bubbling back up. But why did this feel so real?

"I've missed you.." the voice whispered as the figure lurked closer. It emerged from the closet and in one quick motion was in front of him. Seungmins face lurking in the shadows of the moonlight.

"My sweet boy.."