💔 / ☁️ lol this is a vent and don't worry the angst doesn't concern daichi himself,,, you'll see. it ends happily. presented by: the fact that daichi is my comfort character
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(M/N) stared at his wall, eyes red and dry as he tried to wipe them. He felt exhausted, mentally and physically. 'All over a stupid show. Who starts arguments about that?' He thought, standing up and walking to his desk. He stared at the open sketchpad on the hardwood, fiddling with the page. 'Guess I better apologize. It was my fault anyway.'
You're probably wondering what happened. Well, (M/N) has been home alone all day, so after he did his chores, he began to draw and paint. Then, his family came home and ordered him to come watch TV with them. He agreed, but the show began to make him uncomfortable. He said he was going to bring down his sketchpad to draw, but his family began to get angry. He tried to reason with them, but they suddenly all blew up on him. His mother had stormed off to her room, while his dad just stayed in the kitchen to clean. His dad was the kinder of the two, so he went there first.
"Hey.. dad.." (M/N) hoarsely greeted. His father looked up, a bit surprised. "I'm.. I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't know you guys would get so upset.."
"Oh kiddo, it's okay," the man reassured him. "I didn't mind all that much. It hurt a little bit, but I could care less," he smiled, patting the boy's head. "Now stop crying, and go apologize to your mother. I'm sure she's cooled down by now."
"I hope so.." (M/N) mumbled. He hugged his dad, then went back upstairs. He knocked at the bedroom door, then slowly poked his head in. "Mom..?"
"What do you want?" She snapped back. He instantly flinched at her tone. "Hurry up, I don't want to talk to you right now."
"I just wanted to say I'm s-sorry," (M/N) stuttered. He looked down guiltily. "W-We can watch that show, if y-you want-"
"No, (M/N), now get the fuck out of my room."
"M-Mom, please-"
"No, you ungrateful brat!" She shouted. (M/N) flinched again, now holding back tears again. "Don't you get it? I don't want to be around you. It's incredible how I go to work, make money to pay the damn bills to put a roof over your head, and all I get is shitted on return! You acted like a damn child! You're a man, (M/N), but that whole sketchpad thing was so fuckin' childish!"
"I-I really am s-sorry-"
"No you're not!" She screamed, throwing a remote towards him. He gasped and ducked, then straightened up and began to cry. "Get the fuck out!"
He nodded and slammed the door shut, gasping for air as hot tears began to pour down his cheeks again. He dashed to his room, sobbing as he closed the door and sat at his desk. (M/N) brought his knees to his chest and cried into the material of his sweatpants, his head pounding. Just then, his phone began to ring. He glanced at the contact, relieved. "H-Hello?" He whimpered.
