The Demon Next Door

22

"Mother!"

Jongin's heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt afraid. Afraid of losing something that meant everything to him. And as he sat on the bed with an impeccably shivering Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin was suddenly very scared of losing him.

The bed shifted as Kyungsoo frantically rolled off of it and made for Mrs. Do frozen in the doorway. The blanket cascading around his form swished on the floor while he rushed over to her.

Jongin couldn't move. He'd gotten caught many times doing something he wasn't supposed to. But this, this, was huge compared to smoking cigarettes or doing drugs.

The scream that came from Mrs. Do really got to him. He wasn't sure if it was from the shock of seeing her son naked beneath another bare boy, or from which boy Kyungsoo was fucking with.

Cries of disapproval left her mouth. The words were so vile, so malicious, that Jongin blocked them out. He was in his own little world, trying to comprehend what was going on without actually being tuned into the situation.

Mrs. Do trampled over the laundry on the floor towards the bed, voice piercing through the flood of horror swamping Jongin's head. By the time he heard her yelling at him to get out, Jongin found himself staring straight at her face.

Jongin hesitated for a moment, ready to defend Kyungsoo of anything she accused him of. His mouth opened to start the protest, only to shut again when Mrs. Do's hand smashed against his face.

"Mother!" Kyungsoo repeated, voice quivering.

Mrs. Do sobbed hysterically. "What is this?! Why are you-what is this?!"

She turned to Jongin again and grabbed his arm. The younger man got the message immediately. He was no longer welcomed here. In fact, he had never been welcomed here in the first place, and now, there was no way he would be getting a formal invitation.

Mrs. Do threw Jongin's clothes at him as he jumped into his boxers and leaped out of the window. Kyungsoo watched with wide eyes as the other climbed up the side of the Kims' house back into his own with a time beating Spiderman's.

Jongin sank to his knees once inside of his room. With the window open at both houses, he was able to hear everything. He shut his eyes and let his ears do the seeing for him.

Mrs. Do was crying so hard that even he became guilty. Finding your more than perfect son engaged in sexual activity would not go without leaving a permanent scar. Not to mention, homosexual activity.

Jongin covered his face, knees hugged to his chest. Kyungsoo's voice was wavering back at his house as his arguments fell apart brick by brick into something meaningless.

Jongin just prayed Mrs. Do was smart enough not to tell Mr. Do about what she had seen. He'd certainly be lynched then, and Kyungsoo would probably be hanging right beside him.

"Kyungsoo!" Mrs. Do wailed. "You're smarter than this! What were you doing?! Why were you doing this?!"

There was a pause as Kyungsoo tried to jumble words together into a coherent sentence. Speech wasn't good enough to explain to Mrs. Do what had been going on.

If Jongin could cut himself open and let all of his emotions pour into a bucket, would Mrs. Do believe him when he said he loved Kyungsoo while she looked into it?

There would be nothing but love in there. It would overfill and spill onto the floor. It would show her that what they'd been doing meant something to him and Kyungsoo. It was no different than what she did with Mr. Do or what his own parents did in the bedroom.