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Chapter 이십일

It was quiet in the room.

I was laying on top of Suga, the blankets pulled over our bodies, snugging our thin legs. And Suga's arms, which secured my waist warmly. After we came home we immediately headed to our room and decided to get some rest. Suga calmed myself by rubbing my back, soothed by his actions my eyes slowly began to close, simply loving the sweet gesture and warm hugs of my boyfriend.

So much had happened..

이. The party

I was expecting it to be some fun event that you party with your friends and family, but in my case, it seems that I was only drama, combined with tears. Lastly-

Devastation..

The worst part about today was telling Suga my past. I even remembered his exact expression, the way his nose scrunched up in discomfort, the way his eyes burned in fury, watching as the  ocean coated veins appear more prominent within his arms and neck. He always wondered why I was so scared of being rejected-but by listening about my backstory, he now understood why.

However, that wasn't the only thing that crossed my mind. I was also thinking of Eomma's last words. The way her shrill heart-wrenching voice replayed in my mind like a record player. I felt pain set in my chest as I felt my eyes watering.

"I've supported you so long!"

These words just wouldn't leave my mind.

"I still kept you when you told be you were Gay, didn't mind that you cross-dressed and still wanted you when I found out you were Deaf!."

They were haunting me.

"If you aren't gonna support me this one time then you can stop being my son!"

That last word hit me hard, feeling how my chest tightened whilst waves of pain enveloped my entire body. Big, fat tears flooded my swollen eyes, my orbs shook with intensity as well as my head trembled on Suga's clothed chest. Powerful emotions struck within my system and that's when I knew I couldn't hold back my tears. I had bursted in tears, hands balling up Suga' shirt ng the fabric to lift a but, showing his pale pasty skin.

Those last six words replay in constant terror. Suga was quick to react and consoled the sobbing boy, by enveloping in the tightest of hugs and soft kisses. Suga felt useless by listening to his boyfriends cries. It pained him—his heart ached, he couldn't bare to see Jimin's face knowing thee exact expression he'll get. Suga unfortunately imagined what the younger would look like in this state, only causing his heart to clench in worse pain.

If he were to be honest, Suga was pissed at Hedinae; mad for not telling Jimim, her own so sooner about the wedding. Inside he thought it was wrong keeping this kind of secret from Jimin, thinking it'd be a great surprise for him. It angered him even more, because she knew what he went through, what SHE went through.

So I guess one question was left in the elders mind.

Why?.

What was the point of keeping it all a secret?. It couldn't have just been because she wanted for it to be a surprise. He was doubtful on that.

Whatever it was it's over now.

But there was a problem.

Worry filled Suga's mind, pondering on if his wholesome of a boyfriend was gonna survive all this. Suga knew Jimin didn't want a Abeoji, but he also knew that Leehyung wasn't a bad person—at least that's what Suga thought. Jimin had trust issues and that was completely understandable. Due to all the awful experiences he had encountered at such a young age, Suga worried about the pink haired boy. You see since Jimin is under eighteen but above ten years of age; in order for his 'parents' too get married he has to sign a contract. The sheet of paper meaning as a grand doorway, allowing the person to access through and join part with your family.