True love? || Minsung / Chanmin

Chapter 12: A Talk and A Flashback

Felix's pov: 

"So, I heard you have a team project in school, is that right?" Mom began, looking at me from across the dinner table. I nodded, my mouth too full of pasta to speak. "Who were you paired with?" My father was sitting next to mom. He was eating and ignoring our conversation, but I knew he was listening. 

"Uh, Irene, Yuqi, Lily, Bang Chan-" I started, only to be cut off by mom.

"Chan's surname is Bang? As in, Bang Lucas's son?" This caught dad's attention, and he looked up from his pasta to stare at mom in interest.

"Uh, yeah, I think so. Why? Who's Bang Lucas?" I asked, confused. I had heard the name before, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"He's the CEO of Bang Enterprises." Mom explained. "The company your father is working with."

"He's not Bang's son." Dad spoke for the first time since he sat down at the table.

"What do you mean? He was there when we all went to that business party that Bang invited us to." Mom questioned.

"Yeah, he disowned him. Apparently, the boy's a fag." Dad remarked. "I feel quite sorry for Lucas. I know from experience that having a fag for a son is difficult. I would've disowned Felix too, if he wasn't my only child. But, alas, there would be no one to take the company after me if I disowned him." Wow, how nice of you, dad. Saying you'd love to disown me right in front of me. Who said I was even going to agree to take over your stupid business? But I didn't say what's on my mind. Instead I went back to my food and kept eating silently. 

"Who else is on your team, Felix?" Mom asked once she was done agreeing with dad and making me feel miserable. 

"Umm, Seungmin, Jisung, and, uh, Minho." I hesitantly replied. Mom and dad's faces went cold instantly. 

"Minho's on your team?" Dad demanded. I nodded, mumbling a small "yes"

"By the way, are you still doing what we told you to do? Are you still making his life miserable." Mom sneered. She knew that the answer to her question was yes. I nodded. I was still making his life miserable. Even though I didn't like it. Even though I wanted to kill myself every time I looked into his eyes, which were full of fear and pain. Even though I had to apologize to my friends a million times after I make them beat him up with me. Even though every day I woke up wishing he wouldn't come to school so I wouldn't have to hurt him to keep my parents happy. Even though I felt like crying every time I say a mean thing to him.

"Good thing you are. We can't have him telling anyone what he saw, now, can we." I simply nodded, then excused myself. 

I washed my plate in the kitchen before going upstairs to my bedroom. I changed into my pajamas and got into bed. As I lay there in the dark, I replayed that day. The day which made both of our lives much more difficult. 

Mom landed a kick on my face, and dad joined in, punching me in the stomach. I was curled up on the ground in the principal's office, unable to do anything but take the beating. That was the day when my parents found out I was gay. Even after all I did to keep it a secret from them, they still found out. And all it took was the little peck on the lips I gave my then-boyfriend. That was the day of my high school graduation ceremony. My parents had come to the ceremony, but I wished they hadn't. 

And then Minho walked in, and he saw my parents hitting me. Mom was the first person to notice him, and then dad. They immediately stepped away from me, and I was about to be glad. But then I saw Minho staring at me, wide eyed with shock and horror. 

Then mom spoke, addressing him, "You say nothing about this to anyone, get it, kid?" She sounded threatening. Why couldn't it have been someone else, I  remember thinking. Why did it have to be one of my closest friends? Yeah, Minho and I used to be close friends, but then he walked in on me and my parents, and my parents forced me to stop being friends with him and to start bullying him to make sure he never tells anyone about what he saw. 

I had to cut ties with a lot of good friends that day. And I had to break up with my boyfriend. And then I started dating girls whom I never truly loved, just to get my parents to believe that I wasn't gay anymore. Even though I was. And they seemed to know that. But luckily they didn't hit me for it anymore, because, according to them, I was, "making an effort to stop the devil taking over me." And, "Dating girls to make myself not like guys." 

I buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep.

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A long chapter to make up for the extremely short chapters before it. I definitely didn't cry while writing this. Does everything make sense now? Is Felix a bad person or not? I'd love to see your points of view. 

Word count: 900 words.