The door slams shut and Mingi sighs once he's stepped back into the house filled with the stench of stale beer and cigarettes. He wrinkles his nose, throwing his keys on the table by the door and shedding his bag, "Dad?"

He can hear the faint sound of the tv in the living room blaring a baseball game going on right now, and loud snores. He peeks in the living room, seeing his father sitting in his recliner, just in boxers and a T-shirt. A bag of Hot Cheetos opened and his fingers coated in the Cheeto dust. Mingi rolls his eyes, taking himself to his room and slamming the door loudly. He locks it, grabs his stash of weed from his closet and rolls a joint.

Lighting it with a match, and taking a puff, he can slowly feel himself relax as he pulls out his homework. His phone chimes right when he started chemistry, groaning he grabs it and sees San had texted him.

Hey come by mine.

Mingi rolls his eyes, typing back: Sure.

And bring your stash.

Mingi scoffs, standing and packing his stuff once more, "Of fucking course this kid..." he mumbles, grabbing his small bag of weed and some rolling paper, trucking out of his room and down the hall. He passed by the living room, his dad still passed out in his recliner in the living room.

San didn't live far, but Mingi didn't want to leave his car there for his father to decide he wanted to go on a drunken joy ride. He makes it there in two minutes, locking his car when he leaves it and walks up to the door. As soon as he opens the door, he's hit with the smell of brownies and chocolate. He arches his eyebrows, "San?"

"He's upstairs Mingi," San's mother calls, stepping out of the kitchen in her thin robe. Her cleavage was slightly exposed as she mixes the bowl of melted chocolate, "He wanted pot brownies, you have your stash?"

Mingi grabs his bag and pulls out the small ziplock baggie of weed, she grabs it and dumped it in the batter. Mingi snorts, "Well, there that goes."

"Don't worry hun, I'll buy you more," she winks, sashaying to the kitchen and San runs down the stairs, stopping right at Mingi's feet.

"Hey," he pants, "did you bring it?"

"Yeah your mom used it all for brownies," Mingi grumbles.

San rolls his eyes, "That fucking whore. Sorry man, I'll buy you more."

"Remind me again how you don't have brothers and sisters from different men?" Mingi asks as he follows San to his bedroom.

"Because my mom was careful with who she cheated on my dad with and when she cheated on my dad. Not to mention after she had me she had her tubes tied and got on birth control to prevent anymore kids from ruining her vagina," San sighs, rolling his eyes as he plops on his bed and faces the ceiling, "But I don't want to talk about her."

"Well you talk I'm going to do homework," Mingi sits at San's desk, knocking off a wall of plushies and San pouts.

"Be easy with my babies!" San whines, reaching for the biggest one, Shiber.

Mingi tosses him to the older, San humming and snuggling in the soft material, "Okay, so what's up?"

"I think I'm in love man," San sighs, falling back on his bed once more and petting Shiber.

"I didn't know you knew such a word," Mingi arches his eyebrow, opening his textbook and began doing his assignments.

"Oh shut the fuck up, just because my parents never loved one another doesn't mean I don't know what it is," San snorts, "Anyway, this guy... he's just gorgeous."

"Oh? What's his name?"

"Wooyoung," San whispered dreamily, "I had PE with him today. He's just.... wow."

Mingi chuckles, writing his notes down and listening as his friend day dreamed about this mysterious Wooyoung. San sighs once more and looks down at Shiber, "He's so soft though... him being seen next to me... people wouldn't think we were a good match."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You see me man," San sits up, pouting and gesturing to his body, "I'm covered in tattoos, I have my lip and eyebrow pierced and my hair is bleached. Not something you would see hanging around a boy who wears flower crowns and who's personality lights up a room... and who's sweet and loud and just.... ethereal," San purses his lips.

Mingi tenses at the mention of flower crowns but it doesn't go unnoticed by San. The older arches his eyebrow and smirks, "What?"

"Nothing," Mingi covers himself quickly, going back to work on his chemistry notes.

"I said flower crowns and you tensed up. What's that about?"

"Drop it San," Mingi growls.

"I'm not dropping it! You like someone else who wears flower crowns!" San gasps, cupping his cheeks and getting out of his bed to run to Mingi, pouncing on his back, "It's Park Seonghwa!"

"Get off!" Mingi snarls, trying desperately to rip San off of him, but he doesn't pull away until the door opens and his mom peaks in with bowls of ice cream and pot brownies waiting for them.

"Here you are boys," she sets them down right in front of Mingi and brushes his hair back, "Are you staying the night tonight love?"

"Mom, go call one of your friends and stop trying to seduce my friend. We're both gay," San rolls his eyes.

She hums, standing and leaving the room but not before dropping her robe and walking in her lacy bra and panty set. San snorts and slams the door shut, Mingi arches his eyebrow and looks to San, "Hope you don't bring a straight friend over, he'll fuck your mom in a second."

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"Mom?" Seonghwa calls, walking into the house and removing his white Vans, setting his keys and his bag on the table by the door, "Vicky?"

"In here hun!" A soft voice calls from deeper inside the house.

Seonghwa should've known they'd be outside or in the sun room looking at the flowers, he walks in and smiles, seeing his mom in a wheelchair and her nurse, Vicky, standing by her. Vicky smiles, "How was your first day dear?"

"Great," Seonghwa smiles, looking down at his mom and his smiles falters a little when he sees the long lost gaze in her eyes. They used to be full of light, and now it's like he's looking at her glazed expressions and it breaks his heart, "Did she do any better today?"

"She had a small episode where she didn't remember where she was or who I was," Vicky sighs, "but once I mentioned flowers and watching the hummingbirds she calmed right down." Her watch started beeping and she looks down, sighing, "Let's get her inside, I have other patients to go see today."

"Thank you for everything Vicky," Seonghwa whispers, "I'll take her."

"Are you sure?" She asks, worry filling her eyes and Seonghwa nods.

"Yeah, I'm used to it," he hugs the nurse and grabs the wheelchair, "Lets go inside mom."

"W-Wait," She holds a hand out and Seonghwa took it in his. Her skin was soft, her wedding ring still prominent on her ring finger even though his dad left a long time ago, "My son, he should be home from school any moment."

Seonghwa sucks in a harsh breath, "Mom," he squats down, facing her, "It's me, Seonghwa. I'm home from school."

"You're not Hwa," she frowns, "My son is six, he's not even half your size."

Seonghwa bites his lip, his heart breaking but he masks it by nodding his head and smiling, "He'll be home later. Let's go get you something to eat for dinner okay?"

"We usually make flower crowns when he gets home," She responds, not refusing him as he pushes her in the house.

"Maybe we can later, let's make some dinner and get your medicine in you," he smiles down at her, kissing her cheek and continuing to push her inside the cool house and out of the late summer heat.

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