𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇

#.. FORTY-EIGHT

as soon as seungmin left, his parents both sat on his bed, having unreadable expressions on their faces.

"explain" was all his father said, and jungsu already felt like crying. "what is there to explain?" he asked back, radiating confidence.

that's what he always did - overplay his insecurities with confidence.

they both looked at him with their eyebrows raised. "you know exactly what we mean" was the said thing and jungsu sighed.

if they wanted it that way... "no, i think it's pretty obvious what the situation is like and i do not want to explain it further" were his words.

"so seungmin's your boyfriend?" his mother asked, brows furrowed. jungsu nodded.
"and he's gay, too?" his father asked, narrowed eyes. jungsu nodded again. "what else?"

they seemed to be repulsed. "we always thought he's your most normal friend."

jungsu put his hands on his hips. "what do you mean by that?"

"think about it: you said gunil is suicidal? jiseok is basically a skeleton, hyeongjun never even spoke to us and jooyeon looks like a cutting board.

but apparently seungmin fits perfectly in your group by being gay." the sentence confused jungsu even further.

"gunil comes from an overly-abusive household, jiseok suffers from a mental illness, hyeongjun never even saw you and jooyeon was never taught how to cope with his emotions.

and seungmin is gay, yes. but so am i. and i love him."

his father just sighed. "it's not a surprise you're gay, son. we're just surprised you're... acting it out."

jungsu scoffed and laughed, not believing what he just heard. "what am i supposed to do? suppress my true feelings for the rest of my life? fuck a girl? get her pregnant?"

"i'd prefer that than you receiving everything from a boy" his mother argumented and jungsu tried his best to keep his tears from flowing.

he just shrugged with his shoulders. "how lucky i am that i'm not you, am i right? besides, your husband sits right next to you.

when you're so unsatisfied with your sex life, that it even makes you jealous of your son's, i can suggest talking to him."

his parents stayed quiet. "i would've accepted it if you did the fucking" his dad sighed. "never would've i expected that our son is getting it up his ass."

"as if that matters" jungsu spat back. "now leave my room. there's no need in arguing about this because i will not change a single thing."

[...]

"oh, you must be ms. koo" jiseok's mother smiled as she opened the front door. hearing the voice, jiseok immediately sprinted down.

the woman nodded, her son standing next to her, greeting mrs kwak with a polite smile. just a few moments after being pulled into a tight hug by jiseok, the younger peppering kisses all over his face.

they could be glad that neither of their parents seemed to care about their child's sexuality, turning physical intimacy into something they shouldn't be ashamed of.

the kwak family really wanted to get familiar with gunil's mother and gunil, too. eating dinner together was the first thing they first thought of.

so there they were, at the dining table. jiseok and gunil next to each other, holding hands underneath the table while the parents talked.

"jiseok, are you sick?" ms koo asked, a polite smile on her lips as she motioned to the tube in his nose.

jiseok seemed embarrassed, lowering his head to his plate and he felt gunil squeeze his hand.

"you can say so, yes" jiseok's father shrugged. "bad eating habits he picked up somewhere.. god bless our children.."

ms koo sighed. "i understand. my gunil is also a victim. all his life i fought to get him away from my previous husband."

she looked at her son, tears in her eyes. "lord, never would i expect for him to try to commit."

the kwak family pitied the koo's. jiseok and gunil looked at each other, their eyes calming each other down.

jiseok's parents always wondered about the scar on gunil's throat but they never asked out of politeness.

gunil's mother was always concerned about jiseok's health, but never asked out of politeness.

but as long as their sons found each other, seeing how happy they were with each other and how much they're helping each other, they didn't care sbout any other details.