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THIS IS PURELY FICTION. NONE OF THE EVENTS ARE TRUE AND ONLY BASED OFF MY IMAGINATION.
six.
“I told you I’m doing this for our family!” Jiyong’s father yelled.
Jiyong could hear his mother reply just as loudly as his father had, continuing to argue that he was the breadwinner for the family and the ten-year-old boy wondered when the fight was going to be over.
“I wouldn’t be worried over this if you hadn’t already cheated!” Jiyong’s mother had countered back.
Jiyong glanced up from between his legs. What?
“I already told you not to mention that! It’s been three years since then!”
“Why? So we could hide the fact that you’ll probably do it again?”
“Jiyong is upstairs,” his father hisses loudly, “he’ll hear us!”
“I don’t care! He’s going to find out—”
A hard smack was heard, following by a moment of silence. Jiyong hoped it was the end, but his hopes were drained when he hard his mother yell again.
“How dare you touch me!”
Quickly scuttering to his iPad, Jiyong unlocks it and texts the person he knows will make him feel better.
Jiyong: hyun
Seunghyun: hey ji, what’s up?
J: they’re back at it again :(
SH: put on your earphones
SH: now
Jiyong quickly gets to his knees, reaching over to his desk and rummaging through his items before grabbing his earphones. Jiyong positioned them inside his ears, only slightly muffling his parents’ sentences. Hurriedly going to his music playlist, Jiyong tries to find the loudest song he has and presses play. Then, Jiyong goes back to his messages and texts his friend.
J: im back
SH: are you playing music?
J: yes
J: thank you hyung
SH: it’s fine ji
SH: are you ok?
J: yeah
With a sign of relief, Jiyong closes his eyes and lays his head back against his bed. He thought back to the times his family was happy, baking on Saturday mornings and going on trips downtown on Sundays. With those happy thoughts, Jiyong drifted off to sleep with a sad smile on his face.