Jisung enters the room, taking a seat at the small booth. Moments later, his mother sits, looking posh in her expensive clothes. He grabs the receptor and put it up to his ear.
"Hi mom," he says, looking her in the eyes.
"Hello, my son," she responds, strongly. Jisung's heart warms. He never thought she'd call him her son again.
"I heard you're doing well. Is that true," she asks.
"Yeah, I'm doing better. They're making the final decision soon. Hopefully I'll get to come home soon," he responds with a bright smile. His mother smiles back softly.
"It'll be wonderful having you home again. It's so empty without you and your father," she responds. The younger bites his lip at the mention of his father.
Even with all of the stress his mother has been under, his father still hasn't returned home. He's always been away with work, never once caring for his wife and child. Sometimes, he doesn't even feel like a father.
"Oh Jisung, please come home. Do whatever you can, prove to them you can come home. I miss you so. We can move away from it all if you want to avoid people. We can move to America and travel with your father. Life will be so much better, we'll be a family again," his mother smiles widely into the phone. Seeing her happy was all Jisung cared about. He had to come home.
"I'll be home soon."
They exchange a few more words before his mother has to go. The next person who sits down shocks Jisung but he has to act like it doesn't. Jisung hadn't seen him in over a year and even now he wore a sour expression.
"Why hello Jaemin." He had dyed his hair blonde and got a tattoo on his collarbone.
"Jisung."
Jisung expected him to be unwelcoming and he would have been an idiot to expect otherwise.
"Jaemin, I want to apologize. I'm sorry for all of the pain and suffering I've caused you," he responds sincerely.
"Sorry? You're saying sorry? Jisung, Sorry can't fix this. Sorry can't bring Renjun, Mark and Hyuck back. Sorry can't change the amount of hatred I have for you." Jisung sits there and take the hits, he knew he deserved it.
"You were my best friend Jisung. We've been together since we were five. You changed so much and I don't know why or how. It's like I moved to America and you just went crazy." Jisung tenses.
"Jisung, what you did was vile and disgusting. You're a monster, you know?"
"I know."
"I'm moving back to America after the final court hearing so if you get out, don't bother coming and finding me. I will not speak to you again after this is settled." Jaemin puts the phone back with an unexpected slam and walks away.
"I'm sorry."
Jisung knew Jaemin wouldn't forgive him. He was expecting the hatred he was met with. He was aware of the reaction he would receive but it still hurt deeply that Jisung had ruined the best friendship of his life for something as stupid as infatuation.
Moments later, Jisung's last visitor arrives. The sight of the older's smile instantly made him feel better.
"You look rough," he jokes, causing Jisung to chuckle.
"I see you dyed your hair," Jisung responds, not wanting to talk about his previous encounter. Chenle's bright green hair was now bright orange.
"I got it done recently. I got bored of looking like a head of lettuce." Jisung's first real laugh escapes him before he can stop it. The action doesn't feel foreign or unwanted anymore.
"It's good to see you Chenle."
"It's good to see you too Jisung. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too. Speaking of which, while I've been here I've done a lot of thinking.
Chenle, you make my heartbeat speed up and give me butterflies. You always have but I was too blinded by my infatuation with Jaemin to notice it. Chenle, I like you, I like you a lot," Jisung explains quickly, trying not to sound like an idiot. Chenle remains silent for a few moments causing the younger's stomach to sink. Then a bright smile breaks out on his face.
"I like you too, Park Jisung. How about when you get out of here we give us a try?"
"I'd like that."
Maybe there is life after this?
