𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇

#.. FORTY-SEVEN

hyeongjun's mother never would've believed him. but there was more than enough evidence.

the handprint around hyeongjun's throat, his distressed appeaeance, matt lying on his bed, still unconscious. there was a small amount of blood oozing out of the wound on his temple, staining hyeongjun's bedsheets.

"he really did all that?" hyeongjun's mother asked, seemingly repulsed. "is that a trick to get him away?"

hearing that, hyeongjun's eyes widened. "no? mom, please! you can't keep him here!"

the woman sighed, her hand rubbing her temples. she was obviously stressed. "hyeongjun, he's your father.."

"he's not. my father is in korea. and basically my whole life is there, too. i'm going back if you're not getting rid of him."

hyeongjun's mother was left speechless. "you can't do this-" but hyeongjun interrupted her.

"you can't keep a man here and expect me to call him dad after he assaulted me." a fair point.

the conversation came to an end, as hyeongjun stormed out of his room, annoyed. he completely ignored his mother's shouts to come back.

in contrary, hyeongjun left the house, scrambling to fish out his crappy cellphone out of his jeans pocket.

he had a call to make.

[...]

"boys, are you hungry-" his mother's voice sounded, stopping as she entered jungsu's room.

said boy was sitting in his room, some other boy on his lap as they seemed to have made out.

swollen red lips and dishevelled hair were signs of it. and the other boy's grip on jungsu's waist, that seemed to have pulled him closer before.

it didn't help that her son's shirt was lying on the floor, he himself with a bare torso.

she never saw the boy before, jungsu just mentioned him briefly once - seungmin. to be frank, jungsu never really outed himself in front of his family.

he did say that he isn't really interested in relationships with girls but straight up telling them "i'm gay" never happened, as well.

and he never told them about him and seungmin. they only knew the younger as jungsu's really good friend, and that's it.

so seeing the two in that position startled her. she should've noticed that she should knock as soon as she heard the loud music out of jungsu's room.

"mom-" jungsu squeaked, embarrassed, which lead to the woman quickly closing the door again.

seungmin, who started to get completely red, buried his face in jungsu's bare shoulder. "that's so embarrassing" he cried out, feeling like disappearing from the earth's surface.

jungsu was a little tense, not knowing if his mother was appalled or not. but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

it was the first time the two of them got that intimate, jungsu knew that both of them wanted things to go even further.

so he just chuckled. "well, she is gonna hear your moans later anyway, so it doesn't matter." seungmin had to gulp. jungsu saying this was hotter than he imagined.

but there was one thing- "i'm not a bottom" seungmin chuckled, kissing jungsu's shoulder blade.

seems like it didn't bother the goth. "well, my moans then, doesn't matter."

with that being said, he pulled seungmin's head up with his hands on his cheeks, kissing him with fervor and raw emotion.

worries about jungsu's mother flew out of the window the further they went, moans and small moments of laughter filling the room.

just when they got dressed again, seungmin on his way to the bathroom to throw away the used condom, jungsu realised that he'd actually have to confront his mother.

this wouldn't end well.