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He gives his mom a peck on the cheek and bounds up the stairs to the back porch, hoping his momentum will carry him all the way to the second floor and past Jisung’s old room. It does, but not before Mark catches bits of a conversation in Jisung’s hushed tone. He hears the words broke up and asked me but Jisung must have a sixth sense for when Mark is near, because he looks over his shoulder from where he sits on his bed and then gets up, stretching his lips into something that might resemble a smile if it wasn’t so rigid. He shuts the door in Mark’s face like a moody fifteen-year-old and Mark just stands there, already feeling himself regressing, trying to calm the old, familiar hurricane that roils to life.
Home has two sides: when Jisung liked him and when he didn’t anymore.
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06 Jan 2023