Jealousy or Love (Hyunjin ff)

Chapter 5

Next Day:

I woke up and lazily got myself out of bed. I had a tiny headache from last night.

I strolled to the bathroom, tripping onto my legs.

'Ugh...' 

After washing my face, I applied cream to my face and neck.

'Oww..' 

I looked at the side of my neck and when I touched it, I winced.

I saw a red mark on my neck.

'How am I supposed to cover this up?' I cried like a baby. I had no choice because if Minho found out he would kill the culprit and the victim aka Hyunjin and me.

I searched up online.

'How to cover a hickey?' I said while typing it up.

It was weird typing that up.

I scrolled down.

'Wear a turtle neck? What, how the hell am I suppose to wear a turtleneck in summer? Shit.... shit....shit,'

I kept pacing up and down the bathroom.

'I'll just wear one of Minho's oversized hoodies. He won't mind.'

Lunch:

'Y/nnnnn, come down and eat, I made Bibimbap,' Minho shouted.

I ran down the stairs.

'Thank you, oppa!' I have to be as nice as possible. 

That way, I can get away with me wearing his hoodie.

As he gave the food, he looked up and gave me a confused look.

'Is there something wrong, oppa?' I asked in the sweetest way possible, that I even wanted to vomit at that.

He shook his head and sat in front of me.

That was strange, he usually isn't like that.

At all.

I was about to say something, but Minho started to talk.

'I had a call last night,' he said, looking at his bowl of food.

I stuffed my mouth full of rice.

'Well, this call must have been realllly intresting call, since you're telling me this,' I said rolling my eyes when I said 'reallly'.

I though he would look at me but he didn't. We both sat there for 1 minute silence and I continued to stuff my face.

Minho looked up at me in the most worrying expression ever.

'Dad called me last night, he said he wants to meet us,' He said.

Oh no...

I was so shocked and angry at the same time. I chocked on my food and kept coughing.

'Are you ok?' Minho stood up to get me a cup of water.

I stood up to stop him.

'I swear, Minho, if you said yes to that dickhead, I'll personally en-'

'I didn't,' he sat me down and dragged the chair in front of me and sat besides me.

'That's why I am asking you. He said he was gonna call me back for our answer,' Minho said, placing his hand on top of mine on the table.

I definitely do not want to see him, after what he did to our family.

'No,' I said , firmly.

'Ok, I respect your decision and I'll tell dad next time he calls,' Minho said, standing up and putting our plates in the dish washer.

'Ar- are you ok with that, oppa?' I asked feeling a bit guilty.

I knew he loved Dad and we haven't seen him for 10 years. I don't want to be the one to let Minho down.

'I am ok with whatever you say,' and with that he smiled at me in his sincerest.

I looked outside and I started to rain. 

Then I remembered the day Dad left us...