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The Bosko Fam #2

"No, Protag what are you talking about?" Coworker looked up at his lover in disbelief. Now this was starting to spiral out of his control. Protag was clearly in some sort of bubble of doubt on their son, but he didn't need to start making such absurd claims. They had established that he wouldn't smoke in front of their son years ago, so why blame him all of a sudden? It wasn't fair, it was just stupid.

"Coworker I told you not to smoke in front of Winnie so many times!" Protag exclaimed, his breathing heavy as he looked up at Coworker bitterly. He'd been telling Coworker from the start about how their bad habits would end up implementing Winnie for the worst. They had made a promise, but sometimes Coworker lacked in keeping up with that promise. Protag was lost.

"And I told you I stopped!" Coworker snapped at Protag, standing up only to look down on his husband, "What is it that you don't understand?"

"Our child is doing something bad behind our backs, Coworker! This is serious!" Protag exclaimed, pulling at Coworker's coat to have the other down to his height. Coworker fought out of Protag's grip, stumbling back before gaining balance again.

"With how controlling you're being right now, I see why he'd do something like that." Coworker countered, looking over at Protag with resentment evident in his eyes. The other standing there, unsure of what to do now.

"Mom, Dad! I'm home now!" Winnie informed. Everything came to a halt immediately. Protag abandoned Coworker in the living room and rushed over to his son. The cigarette box, though slightly crushed, still in his hands as he walked up to him.

"Winnie! What is the meaning of these?" Protag demanded, holding up the box of cigars for his son to see. Winnie's eyes widened as he looked at the familiar box. His skin slowly turned pale as the blood fled from his face, he didn't think his parents would've found the box. Winnie took a step back, darting his eyes at various objects in his home.

'The wall looks delicious right now.' Winnie thought to himself as he glanced at the box and then at his mother's incredulous expression towards him. He took a final glance at the cigarette box and his mouth went dry. Ever since he was a kid, Protag had heavily told him to never try smoking and how it'd hurt him and he didn't smoke, for the sake of his mom. Winnie tried to explain why he had the box of cigars in his car, but all he could muster up was a bunch of stutters as Protag looked at him in disappointment.

"Oh come on, at least let the boy take a breather." His dad intervened from the living room. Protag turned to look at Coworker who was walking towards them before sparing Winnie a glance. Protag sighed and took of his glasses. He squinted in the direction of the stairs before turning back to Winnie.

"We'll have a talk about this later." Protag declared before walking away in the direction of the stairs. Winnie looked away in shame. He shouldn't have kept those cigars, why did he keep them anyways if they were useless to him?

Coworker watched his lover disappear up the stairs before turning to face his son, who looked conflicted at the moment. He took a quick glance up the stairs before walking over to Winnie, placing a hand on his son's shoulder to grab his attention.

"Come on kid, you know your mom doesn't like the cigars, why'd you do it?" He asked, making Winnie look up at his father almost immediately.

"I don't know, but I didn't try one! I swear!" Winnie exclaimed suddenly, a pleading expression plastered on his face as he looked up at his father with a trembling lip.

Coworker pat his shoulder before letting go and glancing back at the stairs again. Protag was stubborn, and not only was he stubborn, but he was also the type of person to get carried away with the thoughts in his head. A laidback demeanor surrounded him as he replied, "I believe you, and just convince your mom. I'll check up on him."