𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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"F-father..."

The teens heart dropped at the person he saw. There was his father and his step mother, their shadows of anger filling the entryway to the house. Yeosang couldn't believe what he was seeing. They weren't supposed to get back for another few days; shit, why did they have to be here, why now?!

"Yeosang, don't make me ask you again."

Yeosang stood up, blocking Seonghwa who now was behind him. The hairs on his neck rose, chills going through the entirety of his small frame. There was something about that mans tone, it was one of which the teen had heard many a time in his life. It was so cold, unwavering; terrifying

"I can e-explain-"

Yeosang's throat went dry as his father walked closer to him. Arms shaking, the small boy took a few steps back. Using his tiny wingspan, the teen blocked Seonghwa, acting as a border between him and his father

"Yeosang, please don't tell me this is what I think it is."

The teen felt his body stiffen, his eyes trying to read the emotion on his fathers face. Still, he couldn't manage to pinpoint it. Was it anger? Sadness? Disappointment? Probably a mixture of the three if Yeosang had to guess

"Well it depends."

"Depends on what?!"

The pink haired boy flinched as he felt his sweatshirt being grabbed by his father. His breathing increased, the fabric constricting his neck slightly as the man pulled harder. Seonghwa felt his blood boil in anger, his hand reaching forward to protect his boyfriend. Still, the younger put his arm out further, signalling him to wait

"It depends on w-what you th-think this is."

Yeosang's father let go of his son, running a hand through his hair. The teen stumbled back, Seonghwa reaching out his hands to support the boy from behind. Looking back, he smiled at his boyfriend sadly; a silent thank you for stopping him from falling

The pink haired male quickly turned his attention back to his father, whom his step mum was trying to comfort. The man was in distress, his face pale and in complete and utter disbelief

"Yeosang, what else could this be?! You and whomever that may be were- I can't even say it-"

Yeosang's father was nearly gagging out the words, his body contorted in disgust. The teen clenched his fists in anger, each hand held by his side. He had done nothing wrong; he had been the perfect kid all his life

He had behaved, did all his chores, got good grades, did anything they asked. They were acting as if he had killed someone, when all he did was have an innocent little kiss. Standing his ground, Yeosang spoke up

"You're revolted by me, aren't you?"

The pink haired male watched his father freeze, his words cutting through the air like a knife. There was anger laced in his tone of voice, which was unheard of. Yeosang was never one to put up a fight, he was always compliant. He had to draw the line somewhere though. The man walked away from his wife, coming a few steps closer to his son