𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 : 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆

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After almost 18 years of being almost completely ignored by his parents you would think that they couldn't get under his skin, but you'd be very wrong. Mingyu genuinely think that his parents are the poster children for absentee parents.

You could attempt to argue that they worked hard, and you wouldn't be wrong. They worked hard, they spent so much time at their work places that Mingyu had a hard time remembering what either looked like.

You could try and say that they wanted a good life, and Mingyu would argue that they're just trying to drown themselves into work so they don't have to deal with the fact that they're inattentive parents.

Maybe if they were attempting to pay a debt, or if they were struggling he'd understand better. But the thing is that neither of those scenarios are true, the truth is that his parents are just workaholics who think that giving their son an allowance that most kids don't see in their entire teenage years combined is good parenting.

As if maternal care and support was not something a child needed while growing up.

Mingyu blames a lot on his parents, maybe his actions were just him wanting attention. That's something kids like him did right? Act out so people notice him, even if the attention is negative.

But at the same time, he doesn't want the attention. So maybe it's a subconscious thing rather than him actively acting out so people look at him. Maybe.

But his point still stands, he's done with his parents. Specifically his mother at the moment.

It started as waking up with a headache that felt more like getting hit in the skull repeatedly by a sumo wrestler every time he blinked, however that turned into being late for his first hour class and getting scolded by his teacher, and that turned into him not being able to skip lunch since Minghao wanted to make sure he ate something. By the time he'd reached the end of school and started his walk home he realized he was out of cigarettes.

It was one of the day that he didn't actually feel like smoking but the stress from everything had nudged him enough to want to light up, only to be rejected by the empty package.

However, instead of darting towards the store to get more he chose to just go home and sleep. And maybe that was the biggest fuck you of the day.

Mingyu hadn't known that his mother was home until he'd already walked into the kitchen with the intention of getting a drink before he crashed for the night, so you could probably imagine his surprise at seeing the woman standing against the stove with her cellphone in one hand and a vomit inducing weight loss smoothie in the other.

He thought about just turning around and leaving, thought about running up those stairs or maybe even out of the house. But he's tired, he wants to get a bottle of water and get it over with.

As he walks to the refrigerator he ponders what it'll be this time, what she'll call him out for this time.
His hair? Its getting a bit long after all.
Maybe it'll be about his grades, he's failing at least one class anyways.

If he's lucky she won't even realize he's there, but Mingyu has never exactly been a lucky person.

"How's school?"

Mingyu doesn't even pause as he opens the fridge door and grabs a bottle.
"Fine."

"If it's fine then explain the email I got from Mrs Vermilion. A 67 in economics? I'm disappointed." She argues, voice oddly monotonous for a parent talking about low grades.

Mingyu represses a groan, shutting the door with a bit more force than he intended.
"I'll get it up, don't worry."

"Maybe if you'd stop hanging out with that Xu kid and his drop out friend you'd have more time to focus on school." She bites, never once looking up from her phone.