biker boy || jongsang ✔️

mother dearest.

Yeosang was home alone at 9pm, Jongho was working extra late at the bar. He heard a knock on his door and went to go get it. "Mother?!" The middle aged woman nodded with no emotion, inviting herself into the house. "Why are you here?!" "Yeosang, your apartment is a mess. Don't you have a maid- oh wait, you don't have any money for one." She said, taking of her leather gloves. "It's not even winter, why are you dressed for a snow storm?" "Because I liked this outfit. It can be winter and I'll wear a spring dress, you of all my sons should no that." "Why are you here mother?" The woman sighed. "Your father wants you back home." Yeosang rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "No, I'm not going anywhere. I have a job and a roommate who can't take care of himself." "Him?" "Yeah him, but he's straight and working right now." "Are you not going to offer me dinner?" "No, I'm gonna offer you to leave, please." "I'll decline your offer." Just as they were about to bicker more, the front door unlocked and Jongho walked in. "Why are you home early?!" Yeosang asked. "Two guys got in a fight, one of them stabbed the other and the cops came. Who's this?"

"Jongho, this is my mom, Kang Raeyeon, and mom. This is my roommate Choi Jongho." "Oh he's quite handsome. My sons gay you know? And single." Raeyeon said, walking up to Jongho and swiping the imaginary dust off his shoulder. "Mother!" Jongho laughed awkwardly. "We're in a friendly, um relationship. I don't think dating is ideal for Yeosang." "You guys have sex?" Raeyeon asked. "Okay mommy dearest, that's enough meet and greets for you. Tell dad I said hi." Yeosang shoved his mother out of the door and slammed it, locking it in the process. "Oh my god." Yeosang slid down the door and face palmed. "I see your parents are very interested in you." "If she knew you were poor she would've left quicker than I cum." Jongho laughed loudly at that, his gummy smile showed. "I'm convinced she's crazy. She has an obsession with everything in my life. I love her, but privacy is not in her vocabulary." "Ha, you should see my dad then." "Is he nosy?" "Nah, he's just super controlling. I left at fifteen for that reason, since I always got in fights my dad had sent me to some boarding school. Fairly it screwed me up more. Twenty parents wanted to file a lawsuit against my dad because of how hard a beat the shit out of their kids." "You're fucked up." "I'm gettin' better."