It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 213: They made him feel horrible

Chapter 213: They made him feel horrible

*Brrr* *Brrrr*

The phone on the lamp table kept vibrating till a hand stretched out to pick it up. The owner of that hand raised their head to see who the caller was and blinked, groggily.

"Hm." It was Minwoo. He closed his eyes, sighed, and answered the phone. "Hello, Dongwoo speaking."

"Are you finally deciding to be rebellious?" The person over the phone asked, and Dongwoo sat up, resting his back on the headboard as he listened to the person on the line chatter on and on.

He looked down at Sungho lying next to him while hugging a pillow and subconsciously brushed his hair back, revealing his face clearly.

"Are you even listening to me?" The voice asked furiously. "So what? You don’t want to answer me now? After all I did to raise you. Lee Dongwoo, I am your mother, and if I do not approve of your choice of work, then you have no choice but to listen. Do I make myself clear?"

Still, Minwoo did not respond and rather, stared at the sleeping Sungho.

He caressed his face softly, causing Sungho to furrow his eyebrows, feeling disturbed.

He honestly looked harmless but he was a beast, haha.

And then, he smiled softly but his good mood was ruined when his mother brought up a topic they very much never agreed on.

"Is this about your brother? Is this why you’re going so far as to go against my words?" She asked and Minwoo frowned, taking his hand off Sungho’s face. "I told you to give up on that idea. We tried all we could. We searched everywhere but we never found him. Give up and just live with the fact that you will never find him because he’s dead."

"I believe you should say that to yourself." Minwoo said, shocking himself and his mother.

He never actually retaliated, no matter how angered and sad he was at their statement, but that was when he was still being weighed down by guilt and grief.

But now that he had found his brother, he knew he was alive and well, and they had reconnected; he had this sudden pulse that made him want to talk back, correct her, and say the things he never had the opportunity to say.

If they had never treated him like that if they had shown him love and helped him get over the guilt he was feeling... Then maybe he would’ve been the obedient and sweet child right now.

And since all the guilt was gone, he did not see a need to bend to their wishes and make himself someone whom they could at least look at.

Yeah, it was that bad.

They ask him to get over his brother’s death and get a grip on himself, but they are the ones who never get over it, making comparisons and making him wish he were the one who fell off the cliff that day.

They made him feel horrible. They made his life hell.

"I don’t know where you got the halls to speak to me like that, but if you don’t attend the family dinner this Friday, you’re going to be in really big trouble, young man. Do you hear me?" She ranted and then cut the call.

Minwoo looked at his phone and then sighed once more.

There was no redeeming factor for his parents. He couldn’t see any.

What would happen if he took Dongwoo back to them and they finally realized that they had been wrong all along and he had been right?

They would definitely shower him with all the love they held back all through the years. The love that they could’ve given to him when he needed it the most, they would use it all on Dongwoo.

He didn’t want to admit it but it made him feel jealous.

So many things... He did so many things for them just to get recognized or show the littlest affection, but... He got nothing. Just pain, guilt, and grief.

"Are you alright?" Sungho asked and Minwoo looked down to discover he had woken up.

"Did I wake you?" Minwoo asked, watching him as he sat up.

"Not really." He said, brushing the back of his head. "I just woke up to use the bathroom. Why are you up? Couldn’t sleep?"

Instead of answering the question, Minwoo stared at him. His hair was pointed up in two horns, making him look adorable.

He chuckled.

"Yeah, I’m alright." He said.

"What? Why are you laughing?" Sungho asked, feeling he was getting teased again but Minwoo shook his head and said,

"It’s nothing." He reached his hand out and brushed his hair down. "It was cute though."

"What was?"

Minwoo dropped his gaze, and then locked eyes with him.

They had been spending a lot of time together and were even visiting his place very often. They couldn’t go to Sungho’s house because he was a top model and there were probably a few reporters who knew his house location.

If he was seen visiting his house very frequently when he wasn’t even his manager then it would leave room for rumors.

So it was Minwoo place every now and then. It was almost as if Sungho was living there already. He had most of his clothes there to change into when it was time to go to work in the morning.

They still got out separately though.

"Kitten?" Minwoo called softly, drawing near.

"What is it?" Sungho asked, keeping his eyes locked on to Minwoo’s as he drew closer. Then, Minwoo brushed his lips over Sungho lightly and let out a sensual sigh. "You want to do it again?" He asked and Minwoo let out a soft response.

"Yeah,"

He kept brushing their lips together.

"It’s probably four in the morning. Are you sure about this?" Sungho asked but Minwoo did not say any more. "Is this thanks to that phone call?" He asked and Minwoo paused.

"So, you were awake the whole time." Minwoo said, drawing back slowly.

"With you caressing my face so softly, how could I not wake up?"

"But you said you wanted to pee." Minwoo said, twisting his lips at him and Sungho darted his eyes aside, guilty.

"Well, I couldn’t say I woke up because of you. You..." He glanced back at him. "Looked troubled."

Minwoo stared at him for a while and then sighed.

"Since you know I’m troubled, you should do what you’re here for and ease my worries." He said and locked lips with Sungho before he could respond.

He sealed his lips with his, hoping that would shut his mind from asking about his mood.

This was the only thing he could do to help him. Offering his body. That was what they agreed on and they would keep at it for the longest time.