'thirty-five
"where the hell is your money?" mark's dad demanded as soon as he stepped into the house after a strenuous school day, making him sigh.
"spent it."
he was faced with a credit card bill which showed a column of dollars, all with minus signs before them.
"where?" his dad asked, and mark saw in his peripheral vision his mum lean on the door frame of the kitchen.
"can't remember, it was monday night," he replied. "i need to change."
"who gave you the right to spend money like this?"
"i earned that money, dad."
"well i was earning interest on your bank account, you dog-"
"stop," his mother warned. mark watched his father's ears turned red.
"i can't track back to where you spent it," he recollected himself after a brief pause. "what were you up to?"
mark stepped forward, grabbed the bill, and scrunched it up.
"ah, right," he nodded. "i was smoking weed down at incheon."
he stormed past his father, who scoffed. "what are you talking about? mark lee!"
"isn't that better than being gay?" he spat as he strode up the stairs two at a time, his father unable to reply.
he slammed his room door shut before sitting at his desk, his head in his arms. his father had never been controlling, let alone abusive. he couldn't remember the last time his father had hit him prior to the night he found haechan in his room.
but his father was also a devoted catholic. and that made his homophobic violence a taboo topic.
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this isn't prejudiced against catholics or christians in general sorry if i offend anyone :(
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Fanfictionafter years of being avoided by mark, haechan realised he could have been wrong about the love of his life; but mark realised he could have been wrong about the latter, too. [2019]
