When Jisung came home, the dead silence made the creaking sound of the front door opening and the echo of Jisung's footsteps all that much louder as he walked down the corridor.
He didn't want his mom to wake up. Not that he was doing anything bad, he was just afraid she would think he was.
Even if she was a heavy sleeper, he was still paranoid, meaning that every step he took was a conscious one.
As he finally reached his kitchen, he saw his mom standing there, mixing some sorts of edible items together in a bowl.
His eyebrow raised, wondering what his mom was doing up, a little scared of what she would say.
"Jisung? Why are you up?" She asked, worried. Whether she was worried that Jisung couldn't sleep or worried that he was sneaking out, he was too tired to tell. He pessimistically decided to assume the second one.
"I was hungry" He lied as he walked into the kitchen, walking to a counter and leaning against it.
She eyed Jisung, giving him a suspicious look. Or maybe she didn't, but to Jisung's half-conscious mind, she did, and it made the atmosphere nothing less than tense.
She muttered something inaudible under her breath as she stopped mixing her bowl of...whatever that was, and licked the spoon she was using to mix it, humming at the taste of it as her sloppily applied cheap, red lipgloss smeared onto the spoon.
"Jisung" She said abruptly. He didn't turn his head to look at her, continuing to look at the ground instead, but acknowledged her calling his name with a weak "Hm?"
"About, uhh, Minho" She spoke, and Jisung's eyes rolled. "No" He groaned.
"We're just friends, mom" He added, denying what he thought his mom was going to say before she even said it.
"Well, yes, I know that!" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jisung nodded, unsure what she was going to say if it wasn't about the rumors.
"How do you even know we're friends then?" He asked, puzzled.
"I've seen you two hanging out at the park and whatnot" She answered his question. He hummed, showing that he understood, embarrassed for misunderstanding.
He was too used to high school people knowing all the rumors, forgetting that older people probably didn't care.
"He's my friend's son" His mother told him, surprising Jisung. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah..." She replied before biting her bottom lip, now getting her cheap, red lipgloss on her teeth.
"So...are Minho's parents doing fine then? They don't live with him, right?" Jisung asked, now getting the chance to.
"He was disowned" She answered bluntly, and Jisung finally turned to look at her, shock displayed in his face. "What? Why?" He asked.
"It's none of our business, Jisung" She said sternly, mixing in the bowl with the same lipgloss covered spoon she had used to taste the substance in the bowl before.
Jisung nodded, understanding that she was right, it was none of their business.
"Don't be nosy" She added.
"Okay...geez"
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When Minho went into the school building and walked through the corridor so he could get to class, he saw the stares, and today, he knew it wasn't just because he looked jaw dropping.
He knew it wasn't just because those loose baggy jeans paired with that white sweater looked good on him- although, it did.
Surprisingly though, the stares didn't seem too vicious. Just...curious.
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FanfictionJisung is known in his high school as the guy who went to juvie for unknown reasons, which made people want to uncover why he went to juvie. However, he would keep this secret, not telling anyone aside from his friends. This made his peers speculate...
