Jisung removed his sweater, standing facing Minho who looked away automatically.

- Ji, you don't have to show me, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. You could just explain to me in words.

-I know, but I also do it for myself and to deal the reality that I have been trying to hide for too long. Explained the brown boy, you can look.

Minho looked at his friend's body and a shiver of horror ran through his body. Minho stood up and looked at his friend's back and found that the person who gave him this treatment must have thought that Jisung was a punching bag.

"Jisung who did this to you, I remember very well the marks that were last time on your back it was not so terrible, and these seem to have been made just yesterday, said Minho, touching the back of the youngest with his fingertips.

Jisung did not answer, he cried silently trying mentally to form sentences to explain the situation to the colorful.

- Ji is it because of that that you didn't come to class today?

Jisung simply nodded, Minho still behind him, Jisung couldn't see him with clenched fists and eyes filled with rage.

- I'm coming, I'll look for what it takes to relieve the pain and then I want you to explain everything to me.

Jisung nodded again.

Minho returns with his brother's ointment who used to bump whenever possible.

Jisung stood on the edge of the bed and Minho began to apply some on his back.

"It started about a year ago," Jisung began.
It all started the day I told my parents I was gay. When they knew, the ordeal began, first are insults from my mother, she belittled me on all my deeds and gestures. My appearance, my notes, my style of dress, from that moment I stopped eating my fill, I ended up believing everything she told me about me and my way of being.

My father is physical violence, almost every day I have the right to slaps, kicks and punches. Yesterday was the first one he hurt me so badly, all because he thinks you're my boyfriend.

Minho stopped his gestures,

- Why do they think that?

- Because the last time you came, I had automatically put your sweater in the laundry basket and my mother found it and because he saw you several times come to get me. They are waiting for one thing until I am 18 to kick me out of their house," Jisung whispered.

Minho could no longer control his nerves, his hands trembled terribly hard. He stood in front of Jisung and looked at her sad gaze filled with tears.

- They want you to leave, right?

Jisung nodded.

-Well, you don't go home then, Jisung widened his eyes

- And what do I do then?

- It's simple you will live here with me and my family, after our final exams we will look for a job and we will do a collocation anyway we aim for the same university, so it's settled. Tomorrow morning, I call my parents and I will explain the situation to them.

- But no, you're crazy it's impossible for them to accept.

- If I believe my mother had done the same for one of her friends, even if it was for another reason.

- But if you explain to them that I'm gay, imagine that they refuse

The colorful laughed slightly.

-So here it is impossible, I told them that I was gay six months ago, they took it very well

Jisung was speechless in the face of this revelation.

Minho added nothing else and handed the treatment to Jisung to get on his abdomen.

When Jisung handed over his sweater, Minho told him to settle down and he walked out of the room. He returned a few moments later with two cups of hot chocolate and handed one to Jisung.

They drink their drink in silence, interspersed with the sniffles of the youngest. Minho didn't really know what to say anymore, it was a lot of information to digest, and he wanted to let the brunette speak first.

Minho went to put away the cups and then lay down under the covers.

- Minho, could I have a hug please? Jisung asked, who had been silent for a while.

"Come here," said Minho, opening his arms.

Jisung, still tearful, lay his head on his friend's chest, who wiped away the tears that ran down Jisung's cheeks with his thumb. He began to stroke the brown hair and burst it totally into tears.

- Jisung talk to me, what's the matter, are you hurting somewhere else?

The youngest shook his head negatively.

- it's just that it's been a long time since someone treated me so well apart from Felix. I really want to move forward and succeed in accepting myself. If I succeed, it will be tightened thanks to you and especially to you.

Jisung had said all this as he squeezed Minho's T-shirt tighter and tighter in his hand.

- You will come to it okay, tomorrow already we will tackle your style of dress, you changed it because of the words of your so-called mother, and tomorrow direction the mall. With Hyunjin as advised you will be able to find your true style of agreement. We will move forward point by point.

- Speaking of Felix and Hyunjin, I'll have to tell them everything tomorrow I'm never going to make it. Felix will blame me because I didn't say anything, and he will blame himself because he didn't notice what you noticed.

- Don't worry Felix is an understanding person, he's your friend and how to guess this kind of thing, especially Felix, who only sees the good side of people.

Jisung nodded again and yawned for a long time.

- Now sleep Ji, no one will hurt you in this house. Minho said.

He continued his movements in the hair of the brunette who now had his head in the neck of his elder, almost totally lying on top of him. Jisung quickly fell asleep completely exhausted by the events.