Him - Monsta X Short Story

fourteen.

We got to Renton at about two o'clock and when we hit the city border, we all were completely silent. The silence was only broken when Kihyun sniffled, taking a deep breath. I watch Minhyuk hold his hand, rubbing it softly.

I bit my lip, not knowing how to help. "Where are we headed?" Kihyun asked.

Minhyuk looked at his phone. "Uhm..." He took pause, another level of weight bearing down on us. "Vista." The restaurant Kihyun went on his birthday.

"Fucking great," he mumbled, taking his hand away from Minhyuk. Luckily, it was close by. "Is he there?"

Minhyuk nodded, going back to being quiet. God, our father was there. We were going to see him. I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to say to him. Knowing he used to hurt Minhyuk in such inhumane ways, I wanted to kill him. But I had to fight that urge, especially in this point of my recovery. I came too far to risk it all.

We pulled up to the restaurant and we all got out, heading inside. Instead of being at a table, our father was right there in the waiting area. "Hi, son," he smiled softly, standing up to hug him.

Like a choreographed dance, Minhyuk stepped back as Kihyun and I stepped forward. "Don't touch him," we said in unison, creating a force field in front of him.

"Right," he sighed. The host came to seat us at a table. Kihyun and I sat parallel to each other, each of us in the side of Minhyuk.

The host tried to break through the tension. "Can I get you started with anything to drink?" She asked.

Almost as soon as the sentence left the host's mouth, Minhyuk nervously spit out his request for a Long Island Iced Tea. "Sprite," I said softly. Kihyun ordered a water and our dad didn't order anything.

"Let me make this clear," Kihyun stated bluntly toward my father. "We're not eating. And this is going on your card."

Dad nodded, taking a deep breath. He seemed as nervous as Minhyuk. "Understood." We waited until our drinks came to start talking. "How have you kids been?" He asked, not knowing how to start.

Minhyuk was stuck, drinking half of his drink as soon as it came. "You never cared to know that when I was little, why do you care now?" I asked. "Let's get one thing straight, I hate you. I have a tendency to have homicidal thoughts and you're not above being the subject of those. I have no want to have any fucking reconciliation with you."

My dad scoffed, "Then why are you even here, Hojeon?" He asked.

Immediately, rage filled me. "Don't ever fucking call me that. Ever. Mama changed my name, it's legal. Don't talk to me like that." Kihyun tapped my hand, hoping to calm me down.

"Being away from you for over ten years, you forget some things, okay? Forgive me." And that what sparked Minhyuk to speak.

He shook his head. "A decade doesn't erase what you did, you sick fuck. Are you gonna tell me you forgot that too? You're gonna be like every pussy ass bitch who gets confronted with the shit they did in the past and act like it didn't happen?"

Our dad sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Minhyuk, I'm here to say I'm sorry. To both of you. I had no right to take your childhood away from you. I had no right to treat you like that. After I left, I got myself together and I remarried. And after having Tiffany, if anything ever happened to her like that, I'd-" No. Absolutely not.

I cut him off. "I'm sorry, who?" I asked.

The silence came back. "You had another kid?" Minhyuk asked, his voice breaking. "Fucking four kids up wasn't enough?"

That's when it hit him that we were missing two. It hit all of us. "Where's Hyungwon and Kyungwon?" He asked.

Kihyun spoke up. "Jade Forest," he spoke coldly. "Your daughter died after complications related to being beaten and left for dead because she was transgender and doing sex work, and your son killed himself." My father started to break down into tears. That's what I wanted to see.

I smiled softly, laughing a little bit. "You wanted to get rid of us a lot, Dad. I thought you'd be happy." He shook his head.

"The only one you wanted was me," Minhyuk sniffled. "The one you could suck and fuck and get away with it. Jooheon screamed too much and Kyungwon stayed with Mama more often than I did. I was the only one who seemed to want to spend time with you. Maybe everyone else felt the danger I was too young and dumb to see." Minhyuk flagged down the waiter for a refill.

Kihyun turned Minhyuk toward him, starting to calm him down. "Hey, look at me," he whispered. "You're okay, you're safe, you're with me."

Our dad bit his lip. "Unfortunately, Minhyuk didn't teach me to be a man," I said, letting him know I knew his true intentions with me as a kid. "He taught Hyungwon though. Are you proud of him?" He shook his head.

"He was a man when he told your mom about me," he said.

I shook my head, getting pissed off again. "Oh, bullshit. Fuck you and I hope you rot in Hell!" I stood up, pushing the table over towards him.

"Joo!" Kihyun shouted, trying to grab the table with one hand before it fell over. That didn't work out well.

I got up, storming out of the restaurant. Before I left completely, I screamed out another "fuck you!" I went to the car and got in, starting to cry. I wasn't buying his remorse routine. I hoped Minhyuk didn't fall for it either. Within five minutes, Kihyun and Minhyuk came back outside.

I got back out of the car, rushing to hug Minhyuk. "I-I'm sorry," he cried, holding onto me. "I thought it was good, I thought I could confront him. I'm so sorry." Kihyun let go of Minhyuk so I could hold him better.

"It's okay," I shushed him. I looked up to see our dad coming outside. "Min, I want you to get in the car okay? You're okay, you're safe. Just get in the car." He nodded, not turning around, sensing that he was coming out.

I started to walk towards our dad, Kihyun trying to remind me not get upset. "We got off on the wrong foot, can we just talk about this?"

I shook my head. "How do you talk about this? You raped him, you molested him. You treated me like garbage, you treated Kyungwon like nothing, and Hyungwon was also your golden child. The way you treated the children who were your biological kids is sickening. I hate you, and I wish you'd just fucking die already. I don't want to know Tiffany, I don't care. There's no talking about this, you raped your child! Who fucking does that?" He sighed, wiping his tears away.

"Jooheon, please," he whispered. "I wanna make this right!"

I screamed, starting to lose my temper again. "You can't! You have four biological kids, one adopted. Two of these kids are dead. One of them was taught how to be a man, whatever that shit means to you. One of them sold their body to make their body right. All of them were used and abused, except for your daughter. What do you wanna make this right for? You fucked us up. It started with you. Get in your car right the fuck now before I wrap my hands around your miserable throat and choke the fuck out of you!" Our dad stopped fighting, going to his car and leaving.

Kihyun came up to me, hugging me. "You guys did well, kid. Let's go home." I nodded, getting in the car. Minhyuk was in the backseat this time, so I buckled up and let him lay his head on my lap. Goodbye Renton, you still fucked us over.