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SEVEN
Seokjin calls Jeongguk, weeping and hiccuping on his sobs. As soon as the elder greets him over the phone, he becomes short of breath - both from crying and hearing that familair voice. "M-Mr.Jeon," he stammers with a sniffle and buries his face in his soft bed covers.
Jeongguk is immediately alarmed and the tension can be heard in his tone when he frantically replies. "Seokjin, are you crying?"
Seokjin's lips wobble pitifully as he holds back a sob, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Namjoon would tell him that asking such a question when someone was crying would always result in the person crying even harder and Seokjin could say that it was indeed true. Especially when Jeongguk sounded genuinely concerned, Seokjin couldn't fight his tears.
Seokjin breaks down into a fit of painful sobs and his entire body shakes as he struggles to hold his phone. On the other end of the call, he hears immediate shuffling and the sound of a door being closed shut.
"Seokjin-sweetheart, calm down."
Said boy shakes his head against his pillow, fat globs of tears running down his cheeks. "Da-ad is so so so mean, Mr.Jeon." He whimpers, teeth chattering and free hand fisting the sheet. Jeongguk sighs against the speaker and Seokjin holds his breath. "Did I disturb you?" He meekly questions, thumbing his wet lashes.
"No, hell no, Seokjin. I told you we'd be there to help you out when in need. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
Seokjin purses his lips, still sniffling slightly. Jeongguk patiently waits for the teenager to speak up as the younger takes his time. "He was in a bad mood today," he begins in a soft voice and Jeongguk hums, indicating that he was listening. Seokjin wets his chapped lips before continuing.
"He said I was worthless, Mr.Jeon. Said he couldn't wait till I turned eighteen and l-left their lives for good. Said I was good for nothing and just a-just a f-fag-"
A heartfelt sob slips past his trembling lips and he's reduced to a bunch of hacked sobs. The bed shakes with his body and he fails to hear Jeongguk's curse word. "Seokjin, sweetheart, do you want to see me?" Seokjin wants to, oh he wants to so fucking bad. But he can't. "He's downstairs, Mr.Jeon. Can't walk outside past him." He whimpers in defeat and curls up on himself, head aching with the mind numbing episode of crying.
There's a momentary pause on the other side of the call and Seokjin thinks the line went off but he hears a faint sound of extremely fast typing. Jeongguk must've been working. "You're probably busy, m'sorry for disturbing you." He apologizes softly, cheek pressing against the soaked pillow.
