Sunrise || WooSan [HIATUS]

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WARNING!

Mature content ahead!

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Wooyoung POV

I can hear shouting.

Things are breaking.

I'm bleeding.

My vision are blurry.

How did I got into this situation?

Long story short I tried to come out to my parents, and... this is what happen. My father instantly shouted at me and hit me with random stuff laying near him.

Basically instant abuse:')

My parents are nice people (kind of). They took great care of me like every parents should. They supported my career choices even if I had bad grades. They rarely gives me restrictions and let me do whatever the fuck I want.

I wanted to be a dancer and they had no problem with that. My dad even got me into some dancing class and my mom bought me speakers and shoes so I could practice.

After all of that, I thought they'll accept me for being 'gay'. But guess not, and now I have to fight for my life against my own parents.

"After all that we gave you. This is what you did?! Go around to fuck some guys?!"

My dad screamed at me while holding the kitchen chair ready to hit me. I turned my head to see my mom but all she did is stare at me in horror and disgust.

At that point I've accepted my fate. It's better to disappear then suffer.
I didn't expect my parents to be this harsh. My parents that I thought loved me all this time, gave me everything and then did this to their son just because he is 'gay'.

Before I knew it my dad hit me with the chair straight in my head. I fell back against the front door, blood started to run down my face.

Hit after hit after hit. I didn't think about the pain anymore. It hurts so much that I can't even cry. My mind is blank, and I felt painfully numb.

How can I escape hell?

Or should I just...

Die?

San POV

Another day, another hard day of college. Welp, I couldn't complain at this point. There's nothing I could do but graduate.

It's not that I'm doing bad in school, I'm actually one of the top student in class. But still that doesn't change my lazy habit:')

For all of you that are wondering, I took crime statistic analysis for college. (Yes, I'm heavely inspired by simply nailogical)

Yup, you heard that right. At first glance you'll think that I'm some sort of highschool drop out that spends his Saturday night in a bar to fuck some girls or boys (Yes I'm bi:3) But nope, I chose to waste- No! 'spend' my time in college doing eeh... Productive things?

My mom is a single mom, my father left us many years ago and we never knew why. My mom live with my aunt in America while I stay in Korea trying to make money, trying to finish school, and trying to make her proud.

I came out to my mom exactly 2 years ago. I remember being scared and nervous. Scared that she'll be disappointed in me, scared that she'll not love anymore. But what she say surprise me the most.

"So what if you're bi? I still love you just the way you are sweaty..."

It means a lot knowing that I was so lucky to have such understanding mother. Because I know some people out there are not as lucky as I am.

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