𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 130

The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet. Mr. Han had said nothing on the topic of the things that had been said with the lawyers and it was starting to scare Jisung.

The man's jaw was clenched tight and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning yellow. He was clearly very upset about this, but he vocalized none of it.

Jisung's hands were sweaty, waiting for the moment that his dad would finally snap. He had messed up, bad, and there was no way he could get himself out of it scuff free.

He just wanted his dad to yell at him and get it over with, sitting in it wont help anything. The only thing that ignoring this would do was make it worse, so why couldn't he just say something, anything.

There was no doubt in the world that his father was mad at him. Why didn't he just say it?

"Appa," Jisung finally spoke as they sat in a traffic light, "I'm sorry I lied to you, but can you please just say something about it? I hate when you try and pretend nothing is wrong..."

The man opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He closed it again and took a deep breath before saying, "I'm not pretending everything is okay. I would just prefer to collect my thoughts before I get mad."

Jisung kept his hands clasped neatly in his lap, staring down at his dirty shoes. "Okay. I really am sorry I lied though."

A new expression crossed over his dad's face and it almost looked like a flicker of guilt, "If you were sorry you lied, you would have told me. People only say that to make themselves feel better about their mistakes."

"But I really am sorry—"

"Stop giving me bullshit Jisung, I can see right though you. The only thing you're sorry about is that you got caught – and you know what? I don't care."

Jisung looked up to stare at him. "Huh?"

"If you want to keep hanging around the same person this dislocated your shoulder, gave you depression and blackmailed you into having sex with him? Okay, fine. It's not like he hurt you or anything right? It's not like he took everything you had and threw it away, right?! It's not like he stole the very essence of who you were and lit it on fire to burn up and disappear, right?!"

Jisung didn't respond, only able to stare at him with an unreadable emotion boiling in his chest. "Appa..." he whispered under his breath.

"What? It's not like you need me, Jisung, you're clearly doing just fine on your own. Should I even drive you back home? Or do you just want me to drop you off at Minho's place?" He said through gritted teeth, burning holes into the road ahead of him.

"No, I want to go home! I just want to go home!" He cried, his tears spilling out over his flushed cheeks, "I know you hate him, Appa, but I love him –" he hickupped "– and I don't wanna leave him," he shook his head violently.

It took a little while for the man to respond, "Are you choosing him over me then? Because as long as he's the same person that stole my little boy from me, I won't allow to have a child dating him."

Jisung let out a choked up sob, "Please, Appa..." he cried, "I really don't want to leave him,"

"Then leave me Jisung. If your dating that monster, you're not my god damn son." He was more or less calm now, talking with a grit in his voice.

Jisungs throat felt like sand paper as he sat there and cried. How was he supposed to choose? He wasn't going to leave his father, but Minho... he didn't want to leave him.

"Appa.." his voice wavered and that was the only word he could get out, "I don't wanna choose, Appa, please don't make me—"

"Take this for granted, Jisung, sometimes you don't even get to choose." His face knitted into a tight expression, "If you want to choose Minho, that's fine, but don't expect to hang around me for much longer."

Jisung didn't say anything, he just let out another sob. This was it, huh? He had pushed his father to his breaking point and now it would all be over.

"I'll give you until tomorrow to choose Jisung. If you stay in my house, you drop Minho. Got it?" He pressed the gas a little bit.

Jisung shook his head, struggling to even breath at this point. He was heaved over slightly, his palms digging into the edge of the car seat. His hair covered his eyes and all of his tears dripped from his cheeks down to his knees.

"Ple-ease, Appa..." he tried to breath in again but a sharp pain struck his chest so he could no longer.

"This is final, Jisung. I say choose wisely."

Jisung shook his head again and his throat seemed to close up. He couldn't do this. Sitting here in this car next to his dad while he chose the person he loved or his own dad... he couldn't do it.

Giving up Minho would hurt like a bitch, but he would get over it right..? Maybe.. maybe he should just go with the safest option.

He tried to think logically, but it was hard with the constant pounding in his head and the drum of his heart, not to mention his struggle to simply breath.

It was happening again.

His mind was trying to kill him.