Sacrilegious ][ WOOSAN

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Wooyoung

I am home now, staring at my wall and contemplating my life entirely. I head to my bathroom slowly and pull out some foundation and concealer and stare at myself in the mirror. Hickeys run down my neck, and I have to hide them before my mom gets back from work. 

"San was aggressive" I mutter as I hide the red marks, hating the depressed look I give myself in the mirror as I paint over them. Soon I am done, and I head back into my room and pull out homework, but my head doesn't allow me to focus, so I find myself on my phone, an obvious mistake. The first thing that greets my eyes is what looked like hundreds of different angles of the same scene. Seonghwa and I kissing San in the middle of the cafeteria, while the whole lunch hour watched and judged. Snapchat stories that say stupid stuff like 'Bye bye president', 'fuck off fags', and 'God doesn't love you', Instagram posts, the school website even, everyone was turned against us. 

"Wooyoung I'm home!" My mom calls out from the living room, and I quickly wipe some tears I never knew were on my cheeks, and make myself presentable so my mom can't see the obvious stress on my face. Yet, I can't hide anything from her because when I don't answer, she comes storming into my room, and takes a long look at me before asking,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing I swear."

"Well now you are acting defensive, so something must be wrong." Well now I am stuck aren't I? 

"You're home early, how come?"

"Wooyoung stop dodging the inevitability of you telling me what's wrong." She glares at me, and proceeds to seat herself next to me on my bed, and instantly grabs my phone. fuck.  I wait patiently hoping that by some miracle I actually closed out of Instagram, but I am not as lucky as I want to be because what seems like hours later, my mom sighs loudly and turns to face me directly. "Tell me what happened. From the beginning, Wooyoung." Her voice is stern, but something about the tone is somewhat soft, which helps me begin talking.

"You know San, our class president, and you know how he bullied Yunho and Yeosang. I was just trying to be a good friend, and they had a plan to ruin his reputation. And it's a Catholic school, so they thought it would be perfect if we could make it out like San is gay, but it turned out a lot worse than I thought it would and I-"

"Wooyoung, dear God, what did you get yourself into? I didn't pay all of this money for you to get thrown out of school for kissing a boy, you aren't even gay, Wooyoung!" She starts to get up, but daringly I pull her back down to my level, tears in my eyes.

"Mom, please, listen to me okay?" She sees the struggle in my expression, and softens her face, allowing me to continue.

"While trying to go through with the plan, I thought I hated San, but mom, I think I love him." My mother's face falls quickly after my last phrase, and I gulp in anticipation, having no idea how she will react to my revelation. Not that being gay was that new to me, but just through being with San, it helped me finally feel my true self.

"Sweetie, why did you wait until now to tell me?" Tears start to fall down her face, and I embrace her hesitantly, wondering if she is upset that I am gay, or just sad I never told her. "I don't care that you are gay honey, I just don't want you to throw away your school career, everything you've worked hard for-"

"Mom, I'm failinf school, it's only a matter of time-"

"But your Spanish grade has been going up, and your math grade too-"

"It's because San helped me, mom. But now he's going to be expelled and it's all my fault."

"Well I am going to call the school and clear up the situation, they should not have the right to expel you like that." 

"Really?" I sniffle a little and look at my mom with sad eyes.

"And sweetie?"

"Yes mom?"

"I love you forever, no matter what. You don't have to be scared to tell me things like that, okay?" We hug again tears streaming down my face. 

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Both fortunately and unfortunately, I was let off with a warning, and I am back at my Catholic school for another day. Yeosang wraps his arm around my shoulder for emotional support as we enter the cruel and heartless building filled with stupid and close minded people. I try not to let the stares get to me as we head to our first hour, not even bothering to stop at my locker in hopes of attracting less attention to myself.

"Come on Woo, it's not that bad, people will get over it in no time, plus San lost his position as the president and got suspended, we really did it. You should be ha-"

"I am happy Yeosang, I'm just super." I wince at my harshness, but I still turn away from him and attempt to focus on the board of my history class. Yeosang looks at me worriedly from time to time, but eventually he leaves me alone, and I actually get some work done. Soon I am face to face with the room where the scene went down, the cafeteria.

"Wooyoung, you're half way through the day, proud of you!" Yunho and his puppy-like exuberance follows me to my seat in the cafeteria. Of course there are stares here and there, but Yunho is right to be positive, as the day hasn't gone as bad as expected. That is until I am met by the one person I hoped I wouldn't have to talk to after everything went down.

"Wooyoung, come with me." I am grabbed by the wrist by Park Seonghwa himself.

"What do you fucking want." I try to wriggle free of his grip, but an unable, instead taken into the locker room and sat down on a stool.

"We got San suspended, and now there is going to be a reelection for both the president and vice president of the senior class because of us. Why did we do this-"

"We hate San." It hurts me to say it, but I have to keep up the facade.

"No you don't, and I don't either."

"What are you saying?"

"He's broken, we both know that. You are the only one that can help him, Wooyoung. I can't do that for him."

"I can't just show up at his house-"

"Yes you can and that's exactly what you are going to do. Help him, or he won't be the same." Seonghwa looks extremely downtrodden, and I am taken aback to say the least, but I nod my head with determination.

"After school, and text me, let me know if he is okay."

"I will, thank you, Seonghwa." I smile wryly.

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Happy Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, otherwise, hope you all have a good week, I might update again this week, but finals are coming up, so wish me luck :). Thank you for reading and voting again. Love y'all!