Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

Twenty Five

"I couldn't stay at your place forever. I had to fix things up with my parents eventually."

"Well... How did you?"

Sehun bit his lip with a sly smile on his face. He gestured for Jongin to lean closer and whispered into his ear, "I told them I'd do as they wished as long as they'd let me dance for now."

Jongin frowned, "But..."

"Don't worry. I said that just to buy myself time. I lied."

Sehun took in the expressions on the two people in front of him. Shock. Anger. Disappointment. Among many others, but none were positive.

"You what?" The words were quiet when they slipped past his mother's lips.

"I lied to you guys. It's ironic, isn't it? How the son that you wore with pride and bragged about in front of people is about to become your biggest disappointment yet?"

"You..." His father was at a loss for words.

"Do you remember what you guys told me when you found out Changjo killed himself? "It's all your fault. You couldn't take care of your little brother." Do you know how much those words haunted me? I will never forget them. I will never forget the year of hell and absolute misery I went through. And it was all because of these two sentences you told me. I was so naive and stricken with grief back then that I believed you guys. And I hated myself, absolutely loathed myself. But every time I raised the blade to my wrist, or held the pills in my hand, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't," He let out a shaky exhale of breath, "Something was holding me back, and I know what it was now. It was Changjo. Because Changjo loved me. He would never want for me to be hurt. Meanwhile, did you guys notice anything? Did you notice that I didn't eat or sleep, that I lost 20kg? That I spent all my nights holding my brother's picture and crying? That I had suicidal thoughts all the time? No you didn't. You were too busy. With work. Right?"

Sehun clenched his fists as the words were becoming harder and harder to say. But this was the day, the final confrontation. He was going to tell them everything he had held in all these years.

"The truth is, it wasn't my fault. I did everything I could for Changjo... Everything. I would have given my life for him. You two never paid the two of us any attention. It was like he was my only family, and I was his. I wasn't a bad brother, no, it was you. You who were bad parents. The easiest thing for you was to blame it all on me, so you could feel better about yourselves. You didn't care what your words did to me, did you? When did you ever care about me? I was just an object for you, an accessory, right?"

"Th-that's not..." Tears were already streaming down his mother's face and guilt was visible in his parents' eyes.

"I'm not going to medical school. I want to be a dancer. Whether or not you guys approve of it... is irrelevant to me now. I'm leaving anyway. You guys have damaged me too much."

"Are you kidding? You can't just leave! Where will you go?" His father asked.

"A place I can call home. Which is definitely not here," Sehun replied, gesturing to this obnoxious mansion that he loathed so much, "Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you guys. I'm gay. And I'm in love with a guy."

His parents' mouths dropped open almost simultaneously. He almost laughed at how comical it looked, "Told you I'd be a disappointment, didn't I? Nonetheless," He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, "Here. It's an invitation to the National Dance Contest on the 4th of April. I'm gonna be performing there. I hope for you guys to come watch me dance, just this one time. Be good parents for just this once. But honestly my expectations aren't too high."