Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 190: Did you know?

Chapter 190: Did you know?

As soon as Sky stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, the tension in the air was immediate. Stifling.

His parents were waiting.

His mother sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, her sharp eyes locking onto him the moment he walked in. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, the kind that meant she’d been rehearsing this conversation in her head for hours.

His father stood near the window, hands in his pockets, posture stiff and unyielding.

And Rain—Rain was there too, lingering near the staircase, her arms crossed and expression tense, like she was bracing for impact.

Sky didn’t say anything. He just walked in like nothing was off, dropping his keys onto the console table with a clatter that echoed in the heavy silence.

"Why weren’t you picking up?" His mother’s voice cut through the quiet, cool and controlled, but edged with a frustration she couldn’t quite hide.

Sky barely spared her a glance as he kicked off his shoes. "Was busy."

"Busy doing what?" his father asked, his voice firm but not raised. He didn’t look angry. Just... disappointed.

Sky sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Stuff." He said, not sure what else to answer.

"That’s not an answer," his mother snapped, her voice rising now.

His mother was standing now. Everyone was. Suddenly, the room feel so small.

Sky rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of their stares pressing in on him. He wasn’t in the mood for this. Not tonight. Not when his head was already a mess.

Rain shifted awkwardly, glancing between them like she wanted to step in but wasn’t sure if she should.

His father finally moved from the window, walking toward him with measured steps. "Are you planning on explaining yourself, or do you expect us to just accept you ignoring our calls th whole day?"

Sky met his gaze evenly. "I wasn’t ignoring you. I was busy."

"With what?"

"Just—" He caught himself before he could snap. He took a slow breath, trying to keep his irritation from boiling over. "Just something I had to handle."

His mother narrowed her eyes. "Does this have anything to do with the school scandal?"

Sky’s jaw tensed. "No."

"Then what?"

Sky ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. He could feel the conversation spiraling, turning into one of those long interrogations he didn’t have the patience for.

"I just had something to do," he said, his voice flat. His eyes went to the clock. "Can we... talk about this later?"

"No, we can’t," his father shot back. "You disappear, you don’t answer calls, and now you just walk in like nothing happened without giving us any proper answers or showing up?"

Sky clenched his jaw. "I’m here now, aren’t I?"

His mother studied him for a moment, then sighed. "Sky, why are you so... combative?"

Sky blinked, caught off guard. He hadn’t expected that.

"I’m not—" He stopped himself. Arguing the point would only prove her right. He let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m sorry."

His mother didn’t look entirely convinced, and neither did his father. Usually, he wasn’t one to argue. He gave them the answers they needed, took their calls when they called, went home as soon as he was needed. So he could understand why they were caught off guard like this.

Sky glanced at the clock. His fingers tapped impatiently against his leg. He needed to leave soon.

His father, however, wasn’t interested in dragging things out. He said, his voice measured. "What’s been going on?"

Sky’s shoulders stiffened.

A lot, actually.

"There’s news everywhere about your friend—Chris." His father’s expression remained unreadable, but his tone carried weight.

"And I wouldn’t have even known if people hadn’t suddenly started asking me about it today. About you. About... the two of you." He paused, letting the words sink in.

He didn’t say the words, but it was clear what he was asking. Or rather, demanding. An explanation.

Sky felt his stomach knot. He swallowed, keeping his face neutral.

His mother leaned forward slightly, concern etched in her features now. "First of all, is Chris, okay? Have you heard from him yet?"

Sky hesitated, then shook his head gently. "I haven’t heard from him yet."

’And I can only have an answer if I start leaving now instead of still having this conversation.’ He didn’t say those words to them. While his family knew about his problems, there was a limit to the kind of rudeness they would accept from him. And there was also a limit to the rudeness he could offer.

His father, however, was focused on something else entirely. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Sky asked.

His father met his gaze evenly. "That he’s gay."

The room went silent.

Of course, Sky knew that was what his father was mostly interested in knowing. Whether Chris fell off the sky or was the son of the president, none of those mattered to him.

Sky forced his expression to remain neutral as he answered. "I... didn’t know that."

All three of them looked at him. Rain seemed to be relieved by his answer choice. But then...

"He could be bisexual, pansexual—whatever," Sky said, his voice steady but his chest tightening. "I’m not sure which it is."

It was as though the temperature dropped at once in the room. Everyone felt the chills.

Rain looked at him like he had lost his mind.

She had expected him to deny it. Deny everything.

His father’s face reddened. "How long have you known?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Did you know when you let him sleep over? I heard he slept in your room. And also... you both are roommates..."

Sky’s jaw clenched again. The implication in his father’s tone made something hot crawl up his spine.

"Dad—"

His mother quickly stepped in, her voice gentle but firm. "Let’s not jump to conclusions." She shot her husband a look, then turned to Sky.