Dexsany, Academy Of Witchcraft {L.Mh - H.Js}

27

"Oh you are in so much trouble mister!" Jisung's mum shouted, as soon as they went off air, a security guard had taken them backstage, where Chan, Jisung's and Minho's parents had gathered.
"Oh my god, don't blame him!" Chan grabbed his mum's arm, stopping her from raging on.
"Yeah, if anyone's to blame here it's Chan. It's his fault we're together ." Minho snickered, slinging his arm around Jisung's shoulders.
"How is it MY fault! I tried stopping it!" Chan scoffed.

"You knew about this scandal Christopher?" Minho's mum's voice was sharp. And her tone was more than unpleasant.
"I found out earlier, but I didn't think it was this serious." Chan looked at his feet.
"Not serious?! Are you out of your mind boy!? He's a bloody homosexual!" Minho's father screamed.
The room went dead silent.

A solid thirty seconds passed, nobody dared looking up from the floor.
Suddenly, Jiaung heard a tiny noise come from Minho. So tiny nobody else could hear. So tiny, but so clear. A teardrop landed on the floor right in front of Minho's shoe.
Jisung was done playing nice.

"I can not believe you would say something so utterly cruel. Every single one of you are just so fucking evil!" Jisung looked up at the group of adults in front of him.
His head was starting to hurt from forcing himself not to cry. And if felt like he couldn't think before he acted.
He felt his eyes begin to burn, his contacts working extremely hard to not let his natural eye colour shine through.

"You! You're just a fucking bad mother! All you ever care about is power, and you're so fucking blind. How can you not see that me, your own fucking child is suffering!" He began, pointing at his mum.
"And you're not much of a brother, are you Chan?! You always tell me you're there for me, but whenever I'm being pushed to the floor you're nowhere to be found!" Jisung spat.
"Jisung i-"
"Don't even fucking start! I'm not fucking finished!"

"You two, are some of the most shitty fucking dirtbags in the history of mankind, I hope you're aware of that!" Jisung felt his contacts give up, and by the surprised faces on Minho's parents he assumed they were glowing red.
"Do you even know anything ablution him?!" Jisung was now full on screaming.
"Do you know anything about your son?! Anything at all!!?"
"You Don't deserve to have him. You don't deserve his ducking love! You've neglected, mentally abused and literally been as useful as a pair of tortillas for years! And you still have the audacity to tell him what to do!"

Minho took Jisung's hand. Stroking his thumb over the enraged younger's knuckles.

"Fuck you too by the way, you stupid bitch." Jisung snarled at his own dad, before dragging Minho out the door.