Touched By an Angel | BaekSoo

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Kyungsoo was staring at the floor as he sat on the edge of his seat, fidgeting with his hands as he waits for whatever his father had to say. His wings had been out for four days before he was finally able to control them on their own accord. They still felt stiff whenever they would lay still for too long without stretching. They weren't made for the indoors. At least he was able to retract them now. Now and then they would reveal themselves when Kyungsoo was feeling very agitated. This made for a lot of ripped clothes and muffled gasps.

"Kyungsoo." His dad approached the kitchen table and sat down on the seat next to him. He looked as strict and cold as he always did, his eyes not showing any emotion. Sometimes Kyungsoo questioned how his loving and caring mother could fall in love with someone as rigid as him. "You're now 21."

"Have been for three months. Didn't think you noticed", Kyungsoo mumbled under his breath. He knew his dad heard it, but he didn't really try to muffle his words by any means.

"We, your mother and I, have been thinking about this for a while. We think you should be moving out." Kyungsoo's father talked calmly and somehow each syllable felt as a hit to Kyungsoo's face. He wasn't able to say he was surprised, however. He knew this was going to happen. This always happens. Kyungsoo didn't look up when he spoke.

"So you're disowning me..." His father didn't respond, but he knew that's exactly what it was. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. He didn't have the money to afford an apartment in Seoul. He was a college student for crying out loud!

"You have two weeks to pack and by then you need to have figured out where you're going to be staying." Before he could even retaliate, his father stood up and walked upstairs to his study. He felt empty. He wanted to hate his family for doing what the mass would do. He wanted to hate his family for being so unaccepting. But he couldn't, and he hated himself for that.

Back in his room, the only thing he could do was sleep. He didn't have enough tears to shed and he didn't have enough air to shout. All he could do was hope that his father would change his mind. Hope that somehow, he doesn't have to lose the only financial support he had. Kyungsoo wasn't ready to live on his own yet.

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Kyungsoo hesitated when he stood there in front of the door to Baekhyun's apartment. He was sure Baekhyun would let him stay for a while, but he still felt that he shouldn't bother the other with problems that aren't his. He was just about to turn around as the door opened revealing a wide-eyed Baekhyun.

"Kyungsoo,–" He then noticed the suitcase the aforementioned boy was holding on to. "–come in"

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Kyungsoo's father's such a jerk. Honestly who does that? Disowning your child just because they're different.

So earlier today I vomited so now I'm home alone. I'm feeling much better, but I decided to use this as an opportunity to write some more. I really hope you enjoyed today's update!

Love,
Guido

11/15/'16