with all love, xoxo. (seungin, stray kids fanfic)

14 ★

Oh fuck.

This was the dumbest excuse seungmin could come up with at that moment. And the fact Felix actually had the energy to go up and search for him was making it even worse. He does that very rarely, so why did he have to come up to his house at that moment?

The brown haired boy was now trapped in a spiderweb of his own lies. Everything he's going to say from now on will be making things even worse.

Now that he can't use Felix anymore,  he has to come up with something else. There were only two options, tell the truth or continue being trapped in his own lies. Of course, lying is better in this case, but seungmin is not able to watch his uncle's angry face. His eyes looked like two big wildfires and his face was red from all the built up emotions he was feeling. The man looked like he is going to explode with anger anytime soon.

The only thing that can fix it is just telling the truth and hoping for the best.

"I was with my other friends". Lies. Seungmin lied again. He doesn't have any other close friends other than Felix.

"And who exactly are those friends? We both now you are a shy loner, kid." The man spoke, his amused expression from earlier slowly fading away.

This isn't going anywhere. Seungmin has to just say the truth, even though it's probably gonna create even bigger problems.

"I found a new friend okay? And I stayed the night at his house." Seungmin said, his voice was slightly shaking. He was afraid of his uncle's reaction.

"New friend hm? And who is this friend?" The man replied, his amused expression returning. He didn't believe a word the boy said.

"Uhh his name is Jeongin. Yang Jeongin." Seungmin felt a little calmer as he was saying that. What are the possibilities his uncle knows who Jeongin is?

But oh boy he was so wrong.

As soon as the words left seungmin's mouth, the man's expression changed from amused to confused mixed with anger.

He didn't say anything. He just slammed his fist on the office desk, the pressure and force making a little hole in the piece of furniture.

After this weird moment, he just pointed his long slender finger to the door, implying seungmin should exit the office unless he wants to get in a big trouble.

Seungmin was really curious of what is going through the man's mind right now, but he was too scared to ask. It would probably make things even worse.

Everything was a blur now, what is it about jeongin that made the old man that mad? He probably doesn't even know him. Or does he? Nahhh that can't be true.

The boy's mind continued to run on full speed with all different kinds of questions and theories. He also had this weird feeling in the back of his mind that was telling him something is really wrong here. His uncle definitely isn't normal, he's a crazy man, no normal person would react like this. Who the hell slams their fist on his own office desk like that? Out of nowhere? Just after hearing some random boy's name? this is so wrong.

Seungmin was really thinking the old man is completely out of his mind. He's not even that old, why is he acting like the average senile grandpa? Everything is annoying him and everything makes him mad. You can't even express your opinion when it comes to him. Everything has to be perfect and only how he wants, other options are not allowed.

The boy made his way to the room he usually stays in, his gaze immediately turning to the small light blue box, the one that had his mother's belongings inside. The box was slightly opened and it was on a different side of his bedside table. Someone must've looked inside it. And who other could it be than the old man? He had the audacity to go up to seungmin's room and rummage through his personal things. Of course, he's an adult, but he should at least have some manners and respect others' privacy.

Without making any noises, seungmin slowly came closer to the box, as if he was some sort of spy. His eyes were inspecting the little object. With a small step forward, he fully opened the box, immediately noticing that one really important thing is missing.

The picture of his mother and her best friend from the time they were pregnant.

How could someone do such thing? And even worse, how could seungmin's own uncle do such thing? He had the privilege to witness seungmin's mother pregnant with his own eyes so why would he steal the picture? He surely has plenty of them already.

It felt like a part of him was missing. It's a stupid picture but he created a really strong emotional connection to it. it felt like a piece of his own soul. And now, his soul was being torn apart.

This was the last straw. Seungmin has had enough. He needs to take things to his own hands and finally start with his research. The boy was starting to get really suspicious about his uncle. This man is full of secrets. What kind of person is he really?

meanwhile in seungmin's uncle office:

the man's fist was still on the desk, his palm perfectly fitting in the small hole he made a few moments ago. His mind was a mess, all the past events that happened were coming back in waves. One time, he didn't feel anything about what happened, and the next time he was at the verge of a panic attack.

he didn't feel sad, he was just really taken aback and maybe kind of stressed or even scared.

"no no, this can't be true..." he kept on repeating these words, looking completely insane.

"how did my nephew find him? This is impossible... no no, I'm in a bad dream right now." his sentences were getting more and more insane by the second, his voice slightly trembling.

"Yang Jeongin.... is it really him? Nicole's son...I need to find him"

All the built up memories were getting to him.. his mind was replaying all the bad decisions he had made in the past. This is a recipe for disaster.

everything was coming back to him, but not in waves anymore. There weren't any good things now. Just the bad ones.

Seungmin's uncle was sitting in his office chair, his hands tightly pressed on the armrests. he  decided it would be better to just stop resisting and let his mind show him all the terrible memories.