He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Minho stood in front of the house, his heart pounding against his ribs. His fingers trembled slightly as he gripped his keys.
Beside him, Jisung held his hand, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. "You can do this," he murmured, his voice steady and full of warmth. "I'm here with you. I'll always be here with you."
Minho took a deep breath, his grip tightening around Jisung's hand before he nodded. With a shaky exhale, he turned the key and pushed the door open.
"Mom?" Minho called out, his voice unsteady.
A figure emerged almost instantly, her sharp gaze landing on Jisung, then shifting down to their intertwined hands. Her expression hardened. "Who's this?" she asked, her voice cold and clipped.
Minho's pulse pounded in his ears. His body tensed, but Jisung gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Minho sucked in a shaky breath. "Mom... he's my boyfriend."
The moment the words left his mouth, the world seemed to shatter.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" she shrieked.
Minho froze. "Mom-"
But before he could say another word, she hurled the dish towel in her hands toward them. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" she screamed, her voice dripping with fury.
Jisung's eyes widened, full of fear, but he stayed strong for Minho. He turned to him, speaking softly yet firmly. "Minho, it's okay. Let's go. You did good. I'm so proud of you."
But Minho wasn't moving. He wasn't okay. His entire body trembled, his chest heaving with choked sobs. "WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM?!" His voice cracked, raw and desperate.
His mother only looked at him with disgust, her lips curling as she spat out the words that shattered him completely.
"You are not my son."
Minho collapsed to the floor, his sobs wrecking through him, shaking his entire body. Jisung felt something inside him snap.
"You're insane!" he shouted, voice shaking with rage.
Minho's mother's face twisted with fury. "SHUT UP, FAGGOT!" she spat.
Jisung's breath hitched. His heart pounded.
"You-" His voice broke, his entire body trembling with anger. "You are CRAZY! YOU'RE A FUCKING BITCH!"
She took a step forward, seething, but Jisung didn't back down. Instead, he reached down, grabbing Minho, pulling his broken boyfriend up with all the strength he had left.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Jisung screamed at her, his voice raw, furious.
Minho's mother screamed right back. "GET THE FUCK OUT! NEVER COME BACK!"
Jisung tightened his hold on Minho, guiding him toward the door, his own body shaking with anger and heartbreak. As they stepped outside, leaving behind the only home Minho had ever known, Jisung held him close, whispering, "I've got you. We don't need her. You have me."
On the bus ride back to Minho's apartment, the hum of the city outside felt distant, like everything was happening in slow motion. Jisung rested his head on Minho's shoulder, his body shaking with the weight of everything that had just happened. Minho sat still, staring out the window, his face void of emotion, as if he were trapped in a fog of numbness.
"I'm sorry, I pushed you. I'm so sorry," Jisung whispered, his voice cracking as fresh tears fell. His sobs were soft but intense, trembling against Minho's shoulder.
Minho's gaze softened, and without a word, he pulled Jisung closer, his hand gently stroking his hair. "You're right," Minho whispered, his voice barely audible. "I had to tell her. I'm not going to hide you anymore. Not ever again."
Jisung nodded, the tears still flowing, but there was a sense of relief in his chest. He stayed there, on Minho's shoulder, the weight of the world momentarily lifted, as the bus ride stretched on. No words were needed between them anymore. Minho's quiet reassurance, his soft touch, said everything Jisung needed to hear.