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Ship- Minsung C/W- Mentions of homophobia
Jisung bumped into someone, hard but he didn't stop and kept on running. He just wanted to have a good time with his parents. For once. Just once. But no! Everytime he looks at the man whom he calls dad he can see the disgust, the indifference in his eyes.
Those eyes used to be so warm but now, now they were pools of ice cold water and he felt like he was drowning in them.
Why is it so wrong to be himself? It's painful. So difficult to not to blame himself and let the snarky remarks and comments get to him.
But that's the thing. No matter how hard he tries that man was his father and his words shreds him. Every single time. Jisung would smile or simply ignore him then blast his room with the loudest music and drink it away. But the pain is always there.
He wished he could let go of the memory of that amazing human who used to stay awake till late night just for him and help him steal some ice-cream. They would talk about astronauts and heroes. About how jisung didn't want to be a hero and how he wanted to be the one who helped the hero throughout it.
His dad would laugh and lovingly ruffle his hair saying "You can be whoever you want to be" So what happened now? What was so wrong that he preferred a guy over a girl?
He was so fucking tired.
He bent on his knees trying to catch his breath when he reached the rooftop. The weather was sunny just a few hours ago but now it was raining.
He ran towards the end of the roof and slid into their hiding place. Curling up in a ball.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"Jisung" Ah fuck there goes the resolve. Hot tears slid down his eyes mixing up with the cold water of rain. He clutched himself tighter burying his head beneath his arms.
He felt warm hand around him, engulfing him in a warm hug. Minho was so warm. He always was. People would think that he was cold and distant little knowing about the fire that the boy held. Like a firecracker that never goes out.
Jisung felt his last resolve crumble as he let out a sob and melted in his hug. Minho rocked him slowly, patting his back, whispering gentle words in his ears.
"Come" Minho said extending his hand to Jisung when he calmed down a bit leading him away from the rooftop and the cold rain.
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Jisung sank on his bed after brushing his hair with the towel wanting the day to end. Minho followed suit and slid down next to him, with hands up, staring at his ceiling.
