PARENTS// CHANMIN

13 ; Parents

It was Friday afternoon. I was at home finishing editing a story, thank God I hadn't been asked to work at the bookstore. He wasn't in the mood to be with the stalker, he was still pondering whether the boy was worth quitting his job. In reality, he didn't want to do it, he would have liked his boss to scold him, warn him not to bother him again, but he didn't, he just asked him not to make a problem out of something so small. Was it small that the boy harassed him? Was it small that she had tried to forcibly kiss him? Was it small that he will use his friends to pressure him? Was it really small? Was he making a fuss about something insignificant?

It wasn't like that. Sometimes he felt suffocated, suffocated, with no way out, he wanted to hit him and yell at him to leave him alone, that he would never be with someone like him and that he already had someone by his side who made him immensely happy. He still had to think about it, think about whether he would quit his job for him, or at the end of the day he would let Chan hit him to get him away.

He laughed at his thoughts, of course he wouldn't do the latter. He knew how to defend himself, he wanted to solve this issue alone, he was an independent young man and he also did not want to involve Chan in some scandal that would increase his reputation as an abuser. Because yes, after the incident with his classmate the rumors about how violent the blonde was spread like air, there were even people who looked at him carefully to see if he had bruises or any bumps. Idiots, just because Chan had defended him they called him violent.

Chan was not violent, Chan was kind, loving, had the heart and soul of a child, protective and made him feel safe, and most importantly, he knew Chan, the people at the university who liked to talk didn't even know his face. . Weren't his words more violent?Wasn't it more violent how men used to share intimate images of girls without their consent? Weren't the degrading words they said to him more violent? What was the concept of violence that people used?

Sigh. He didn't like being left alone because he was starting to think too much, he needed the bustle of the children, the blonde's cuddles, the laughter, the sarcastic comments, JeongIn's questions, SuNoo's hugs, YeonJun's scattered drawings, he needed YeonJun's kisses. Chan. He smiled remembering that there were only a few hours left to see them, for the apartment to be filled with life, for Your favorite people will arrive to brighten your day. He felt the doorbell ring, he frowned in surprise, it couldn't be the boys because they had keys and it wasn't time for them to arrive yet.

She opened the door finding her best friend. Hello! -he greeted and entered his house like a dog.

-Hello. It's not that I dislike your visit, but what are you doing here? -he asked strangely. In reality, her friend did not come to her home because she used to go out with her boyfriend on Fridays and weekends, and they saw each other all week."It's obvious that you love me," she said, feigning pain. SeungMin looked at her for answers. "I'm just coming to leave a package for you.

"That confused the black-haired man even more. Tzuyu took out a small yellow box, her favorite color, from her backpack and handed it to him. - And what is this?

"I have no idea, I just have orders to deliver it," he shrugged. SeungMin was ready to pressure her to tell him the truth, since he knew she was lying, but the girl didn't let him talk - I don't know anything! I will not say anything! Now I'm leaving!

Tzuyu! Come here and tell me what it is, he asked her, but the girl ran away and didn't say anything. He closed the door and looked at the small box.

Coming from Tzuyu it could be anything,But he was curious why, he didn't think he had time to play a joke on him, it was too strange. He walked to the couch and sat down without taking his eyes off the box.

-Well, what does it matter, he said, ready to open the box. He removed the cover and inside was a folded red paper, he took it in his hands to start reading it.