Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 9

Walking back home, Minho was uneasy.

He knew he wanted to have another talk to Jisung, but what Felix and him had said was a bit stucked in his mind.

Somehow, it seemed deeper than it is.

He had met so many homophobics. Some that were driven by hatred, some that just followed their religion. But this, it was different.

Jisung was confusedly homophobic, and that didn't sit well with him.

Arriving in front of his door, he took a deep breath.

And entered.

Obviously Jisung was sitting on the couch with a book, and he smiled slightly when Minho entered.

He wanted to ask him if he liked the gift, but Minho's frowned said enough.

His smile lessened a bit.

And Minho started the talk.

"I'm not tolerating any homophobia in this house" He said, crossing his arms "If you have anything to say, you say it now. If you put me down because I'm gay, I might put your face to the ground and ask you how it tastes" He threatened, seriously.

"Why would I taste the ground ?" Jisung frowned, confused.

"Jisung, I'm not playing" Minho scoffed

"Playing ?" He frowned more, now completely confused.

Minho rolled his eyes.

"To say it in another way : Put a book about conversion therapy for me once again and I'll fucking hurt you" He said, menacingly.

And it came out harsher than he thought.

"Wow okay" Jisung said, looking mildly scared, lowering his head.

Minho watched, and realized it wasn't very educational.

"... Okay maybe I didn't need to be so violent" He sighed, coming closer and sitting at the table "I'm just trying to get my point clear. Think the way you want to think, I don't want to care. But if I let you have your morals, let me have mine. I'm not gonna change, nor I want to. So let me be"

Jisung stared back at him, feeling conflicted.

"Just answer something" Minho shrugged.

And Jisung bit his lip.

"I just wanted to help you out" He said softly, almost sadly.

"Out of what, exactly ?" Minho frowned "I don't need help, Jisung".

"Your... illness" He said, not knowing how to word it.

"Jisung." Minho said, taking a huge breath in between "Being gay isn't a illness."

"Pretty sure it is" Jisung tilted his head to the side.

"Are you fucking dumb-" He started, but got cut off.

"In my town, the ones that were qualified as gay were put to the doctor for some time... it happened a lot" Jisung said, face neutral, and almost pained "I wouldn't like you to be in there, it seemed pretty harsh"

"... Excuse me ?"

"Harsh ... like they would be a bit hurt, more than usual" He said, still vague about it, still hard to follow.

Minho frowned, uncomfortable.

"I just thought it'd help you before they put you in there... It doesn't seem to be nice in there" He shrugged "I'm being honest, you're my roommate and I appreciate you. You're nice and I think I'd be sad if you had to be there"

Minho blinked, almost scared.

"I don't need 'help' Jisung" Minho insisted, wanting to make his point clear "I'm happy being who I am, and nothing's gonna change that"

"Just be safe" Jisung shrugged, not wanting to continue this conversation.

"So what ? Now you hate my guts because you think being gay is bad ?" Minho said, getting defensive.

"No" He sighed, a bit irritated "My mom would close me in my bedroom if she heard this, but I don't hate you because you're gay... I told you I appreciate you, it's sincere"

Minho stared, completely baffled he could bring up his mom every single second of a day.

He had enough.

"... Your mom is a bitch" He blurted out

Jisung gasped, and frowned as he looked at him.

"HUH ?" He put his book aside "Hey ! Enough !" Jisung said, getting angry

"You're fucked up in the head, Jisung. All the shit that you've been telling me are extremely fucked up" Minho said, all the patience he had tried to gather completely disappearing.

"Stop !"

"You, my guy, have to sincerely put your brainwashed morals out of your fucking head. You're a total freak and it's getting out of hands. Fuck that town and grow the fuck out of it" He continued.

"STOP" Jisung yelled out, standing up and clenching his fists.

"What ? You don't like being insulted ?" Minho scoffed "Imagine how I've been feeling, then"

Jisung shook his head, and tried to defend himself but got cut off.

"Quit that shit" Minho ended up saying.

Jisung had froze, eyes narrowed as he looked at him.

"Nevermind" He said, his voice somehow shaky  "I hate you" He ended up saying, after a minute of silence.

In fact, Minho had never seen him so mad.

Stomping in anger, Jisung went to his room. He picked up a coat, a book he liked, and completely left the dorm, not even daring to close the door after him.

Minho only watched him as he did, somehow confused.

He knew he had been harsh, but he thought that it was legit, after all the bullshit Jisung had told him.

But then, he replayed the scene.

Jisung was confused, and seemed out of his mind at the insults. 

He must have been really hurt to the point he yelled and left the dorm.

So, even if Jisung had been annoying the shit out of him, Minho was a kind soul.

And he felt bad.