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I was hesitant to apply for a contract for this novel, because my previous novel The Secret of Forbidden Affair was rejected by the webnovel company for the reason: the writing pace is too draggy. The opening is not eye-catching enough, the plot is not engaging enough and difficult to follow. Iwrite, and I also need money to eat like the writers here.
Sorry my English isn't good enough and my novel is far from perfect. But I will keep trying to be better.
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"My head is spinning, why is math so complicated." Noel complained in annoyance while occasionally grabbing his hair.
"Don't complain, you have to be enthusiastic. Aren't you going to take your graduation exams soon? You have to fight," Walther said while turning each page of Noel's textbook, he was like a private tutor for his boyfriend.
Noel puffed out his cheeks, refocusing on his studies. Walther smiled at Noel's behavior.
In between understanding difficult math formulas, Noel said, "We're the same age, but why did you graduate high school first?"
"That's because I entered elementary school at the age of six, after graduating from eighth grade I jumped to eleventh grade," he told him while putting down his geography textbook.
"Really?" Noel blinked in disbelief.
"Of course, because I'm smart. All smart people have to be at the front of the class." Walther started to get narcissistic, putting a scribble full of numbers in front of Noel. "Let's be more enthusiastic, if you get good grades you can get into a top university."
Noel sighed and resumed his studies. As Walther continued to explain, Noel didn't pay attention to the numerical objects written in the book - but to Walther's expression as he seriously explained. Noel was already enamored with his lover's handsome face. So, slowly, he leaned his face toward the handsome face in front of him. Scraping away the distance, intending to steal a kiss from his lover.
Realizing Noel's behavior, the attention that was originally staring at the rows of formulas, in an instant moved to stare at Noel's flushed face, caught in the act of stealing his kiss.
Tempted, Walther framed his lover's beautiful face for a kiss. But before their lips met, his movement was halted when he saw someone staring at the two of them.
Noel, who saw Walther's shocked expression, hurriedly turned away and held his breath as soon as he realized who was standing in the doorway.
"Dad...," he called softly. Noel saw his father in the doorway staring at him with a look of suppressed emotion.
"So, is this the kind of relationship you call friends?" Sergey Baluev emphasized every word of his question.
As soon as Sergey's gaze shifted to Walther, he quickly said, "Mr. Baluev, I'll explain." His voice was firm with no fear at all.
Sergey smiled wryly in response to Walther's boldness. "Well, I look forward to your explanation, Mr. Zwick. Also, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time." The middle-aged man's voice was flat and cold.
Noel, who saw his father's reaction to his lover, didn't know how to respond. He was confused and with his heart pounding in his chest, Noel was terrified.
"Tomorrow evening, I will come to the building of Zwick & SON. Inc. Make sure you're there when I arrive." After saying that, Sergey grabbed Noel's wrist, bringing his son to his side.
Walther was forced to lower his face as he was given a glare by Sergey. "Get out!" The middle-aged man shooed him away.
"Dad, don't be rude to Walther!" pleaded Noel, and it was he who received his father's glare next.
"It's okay, Noel," Walther said weakly, and then faced the father and son before walking away.
Noel wanted to call out to Walther, but on the other hand he was afraid that it would make his father even angrier at him. So all he could do was remain silent as he watched Walther leave through the door.
Sergey's gaze was now fully focused on Noel. "You..." He looked sharply at the young man whose eyes were already glazed over.
"Dad, don't be angry! I can explain." In Noel's eyes, his father was now even more terrifying than thousands of vicious zombies ready to pounce, ripping him to shreds.
Sergey sneered. "Explaining what, explaining that you've been lying about going to your friend's house to do a group project, but in reality you were staying at that young man's house?"
Noel really couldn't answer this time, his heart felt stricken by his father's sharp words. He was afraid of Sergey's anger and criticism of him. Desperately Noel clutched his father's arm.
"I'm sorry dad...! I was wrong." He spoke as if he was suffocating.
"Tell me! Have you guys ever done it?" His father asked while bottling up his emotions.
Noel couldn't deflect, he couldn't even lie. Sergey Baluev was not a stupid man, Noel's silent reaction had clearly answered his question. He really didn't expect Noel to break his promise. He should have realized when his son brought the young man home. How Noel looked at him, spoke to him and when he saw the red marks around his son's shoulders when he was sick three weeks ago.
Her father took two steps forward, raised his hand and ....
PLAK
Noel froze as his father slapped him with all his might. Making his face turn to the side, heat instantly radiated around his cheeks.
"You're such a fool Noel, you gave your body to an asshole like him."
"SHUT UP!" Noel who couldn't stand it shouted. "He's not an asshole. You don't know him." His hand was now clutching his cheek, which was red from the slap.
But in fact Sergey Baluev recognized the young man, more precisely he recognized the Zwick Family.
"Do you know how I feel since you haven't come home? I'm lonely. I have no friends. You're never there for me anymore, you're always busy with who knows what work out there. You never cared about me anymore." Noel had tears in his eyes. "But Walther, he was always beside me, he cared about me!" Noel shouted at his father as he sobbed, his voice trembling at the end. " ... and I love him."
Sergey was momentarily stunned by Noel's declaration of his feelings for Walther before letting out a rough breath. His tolerance for his son exhausted, he grasped Noel's hand tightly to drag him to his room.
"NO, DAD!!!" Noel shook his head strongly knowing that his father would lock him up, just like he once skipped school to go to an amusement park by himself. His return was greeted by the angry look of his father waiting at the door.
"Dad please!" Noel sobbed, his tears spilling over as soon as he blinked while his body struggled to escape his father's grip. But Sergey didn't care about his son's cries, he persisted in forcibly dragging his son along.
The middle-aged man reflexively pushed Noel over and slammed the door. Noel, who heard the sound of the door being locked from outside, immediately got up and grabbed the handle to open it, but it was too late.
"DAD! OPEN THE DOOR!" Noel shouted from inside while banging loudly on the door.
"Don't ever expect to get out before you forget about that boy!" Sergey shouted from outside.
"NO DAD, DADD!" Noel shouted until his voice sounded hoarse. But it did not inspire his father to open the door.
To hell with Noel's cries of anguish in there, Sergey turned a deaf ear. He was really angry now. It was fortunate that the middle-aged man had only slapped him once because he was still able to control the emotions that were about to explode.
About an hour and a half later, Sergey felt a little calmer when Noel's sobs and the pounding of his hand on the door could no longer be heard.
Deep in his heart, as a father, Sergey was also saddened that Noel was so devastated by being separated from Walther. But it was the only way out. Had his son's love not been the son of his former best friend, Sergey would certainly not have disrupted Noel's relationship.
Sergey couldn't have turned on Walther completely either. Because it was his father and himself who deserved the blame. Because of the feud between them, Noel and Walther couldn't be together.
The middle-aged man just bottled it all up. All the things he had done over the years. All the mistakes that he didn't even have the courage to tell Noel.
"I'm sorry, Noel."
The night strides on, greeting the tired inhabitants of the earth with the arrival of cold air as the snow flakes fall again.
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Noel woke up from his sleep curled up on the floor with his knees bent with both hands. A hand gently brushed his blond hair down his left cheek which was still flushed in color with his blue eyes which were now open looking right into the face of the owner of the hand.
"Dad," Noel called hoarsely, barely audible after his vocal cords had been used for sobbing for so long.
"Don't sleep on the floor! You'll get sick again, sleep on the bed," Sergey said helping Noel up, his voice a little softer than it had been half an hour earlier.
Noel didn't respond, just obeyed as Sergey led him to the bed, which was only three steps away from where he had fallen asleep in front of the door.
"Are you hungry?" Sergey asked again.
Noel shook his head weakly to cover the bruises on his cheeks and his eyes that were moist and red from crying for so long. Noel remembered his father's message that a man's tears were a sign of weakness, and he didn't want to be considered weak by his father.
"Your cheek..." Sergey looked regretful for slapping Noel. The middle-aged man had never hit his son like this. "I'll get a towel and some warm water to wipe it off."
Just as Sergey was about to stand up, Noel stopped him. "No need, it will heal." Noel lay down, closing his eyes. "It's okay, you go, I'm going back to sleep."
Sergey sighed heavily, and finally left Noel's room after turning off the lights and turning on the dimly lit lamp.
Noel's eyes, which had been closed, opened again when he heard the sound of the door being locked from outside. His father had locked his room again not to let him leave for the next few days, especially if it was to meet with Walther.
A few steps away from Noel's bedroom door, the middle-aged man picked up his cell phone and called someone. He answered the questioning voice on the other end with a serious tone.
"I can't come to the lab in two weeks, help me take care of business there." Sergey paused for a moment to think. "Also, I need someone to watch my son if he goes out and meets someone. Report everything to me."
Sergey smiled at the agreement of his interlocutor on the phone. "Fine, I'm counting on you," he replied before hanging up the call.
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