"So this is where you run off to when me and your dad are worried about you at home, huh?", Jisung mom questions, looking around the house.
I can see the fear in Jisung's eyes, and the tremble of his body. He slowly backs up away from his mother, who walks closer towards Jisung.
"P-please get away from me.", He mutters, backing up, hitting the back of the couch.
"Ma'am, get the fuck out of my house. If you were so worried about your son why did you abuse him in the first place, huh?", My mom yells, pushing Jisung behind her.
My stomach starts to churn in fear, getting flashbacks from my abusive father and ex-boyfriend.
Jisung doesn't deserve this.
No, not at all.
Anger builds in me, trying to exit out of my mouth. If you fucking hurt Jisung, you hurt me.
"Ma'am, you heard my mom, get the fuck out of my house before I call the police! You think barging in this house is gonna help you get your son back? Nope. So if you want to see another day out of a jail cell, leave! NOW!", I yell, opening the door to the house.
" You're the faggot that pushed your devilish ways on my son aren't you.", She says, stepping closer to my face.
"What the fuck you say?", I question, that anger building back up again.
"Baby, be the bigger person. MOM, please leave.", Jisung says, pulling me away from the bitch that stands in front of me.
"Ok, I'll leave. Both of you are going to fucking hell."
"No bitch, you're going to fucking hell. And I hope you burn down there too.", I spat, slamming the door in her face.
I run to Jisung, squeezing him tightly, trying to fix the trashy mood he's in.
"Fuck her Han."
"W-why she w-w-won't accept me?"
"Han- fuck her. Don't worry about her."
I give him a quick but meaningful kiss, and he runs upstairs, leaving my mom and me downstairs alone.
"Thanks mom. So much.", I mutter, placing my head in the crook of her neck.
"It's ok, Jisung is like a son to m-"
"Don't say that, it sounds weird.", I giggle, running upstairs.
-One week later-
Jisung POV-
"Hello, this is our new student Han Jisung.", The teacher smiles, patting my back.
I see Minho smile at me, pointing at the seat next to him.
I rush to the seat, only to get interrupted by the teacher.
"No Mr. Han. Sit by Kim Cho. Please raise your hand Cho."
The smile disappears from Minho's face, as his attention turns back on his book.
I sit in the seat by Cho, feeling eyes staring at me.
"Hi Jisung, you're cute, wanna make out.", She says, grabbing my sleeve.
" Um, no.", I say in disgust, scooting away from her.
I turn back to Minho, his angry eyes still settled on his book.
This hoe is gonna ruin my relationship, I can already feel it.
"Miss, Cho is bothering me and harrasing me.", I shout, getting up from my seat.
I hear giggles from Minho, his eyes still fixed in his book.
"Cho, is this true?", Ms. Park spats, slowly getting irritated.
The whole class burst into laughter.
" U-ugh, um k-kinda.", She mutters, her face slowly becoming a deep red.
"Jisung, I guess you can go sit by Minho. No trouble Mr. Lee.", She mutters, putting her attention back on her laptop.
"Hi.", Minho says, poking my cheek.
"Hey cutie."
"There is this person that really wants to fucking kiss you."
"I wonder who that is, Minho."
"You'll see after class.", He winks, flipping the page in his book.
-
After class I walk to my locker, only to be attacked with a kiss from Minho.
His arms wrap around my neck as my hands find it's way to his tiny waste.
"HEY, YOU TWO!", A deep voice booms through the hallway.
"DETENTION ALL THIS WEEK."
Minho mutters a "Fuck" under his breath.
Welp.
What a nice way to start my school year here.
----------------------------------------------------------- A/N omfg, 4k? Are you deadass? I never knew this lame ass book would get that much reads. Thanks so fucking much❤😔✊
In celebration of my book growing, here's a picture of Yeosang. Stan ATEEZ😔✊🏽 Until later loves
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