Color Me Rainbow || MEANIE ✔

-32 || wonwoo-

The loud bang of Wonwoo's hand connecting with dashboard caused Jihoon to jump. Wonwoo didn't miss the glare his best friend gave.

"I get you're angry, but the car is innocent," Jihoon said.

"Sorry," Wonwoo responded, resting his face in his hands with a sigh. "I just . . ."

"I get it," the other male assured. "Just try not to destroy anything in the process."

The dark-haired male leaned against the window and watched the scenery pass by. He felt like crying but didn't want to.

He'd gotten the call after his second class. There was an update on his father's status, so he needed to go and talk to someone at the office. Mrs. Jeon must have told them to call him. She wouldn't want anything to do with him.

He called Jihoon right after asking if the younger male would go with him.

Now, here they were driving to a place two hours away. Wonwoo was shaking too much to drive so Jihoon took over.

Wonwoo texted Mingyu to let him know that something came up. Mingyu didn't ask what was going on, just said that he hoped everything was
okay and that he'd be there when Wonwoo got back. That made Wonwoo smile a little. It was nice Mingyu was so understanding.

Jihoon pulled into the parking lot. He turned to Wonwoo. "Just remember, you don't have to see him. We're just here to talk about him. I'll be next to you the whole time."

Wonwoo nodded numbly then climbed out of the car. They walked into the building and stopped at the front desk.

"Jeon Wonwoo?" the secretary asked. Another nod.

They were instructed to go to the second floor and someone would lead them to the room. The room was huge. Three bookshelves sat against one wall, a couple of filing cabinets against the other. A large desk was towards the back of the room. The two boys took a seat across from an older woman. The desk separated them from her.

"You can call me Ms. June," she started. "I felt that you should hear this directly from us rather than over the phone." Wonwoo fidgeted in his seat. "Your father has been released on terms of bail."

Everything went black for a second. Wonwoo knew this was coming. His father being released would be the only reason he'd receive such a phone call.

"Oh," he said unable to actually believe this was happening.

"Who would put up bail?" Jihoon asked.

"I'm afraid we can't share that information," Ms. June said.

The orange-haired male scoffed. "This is Wonwoo dad we're talking about," he said. "You're setting some maniac on the lose and you can't even tell him who the hell set him free?"

The woman gave them an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. The anonymous person wanted to tell you themselves."

Jihoon didn't have a retort for that.

"Anyway, he shouldn't bother you," she said, referring to Wonwoo's father. "As hard as it is to believe, he's a changed man."

A single tear slid down Wonwoo cheek. He wiped it away quickly in hopes no one saw it. "You don't know that," he said, his voice hoarse.

"We'll have him on close watch for the next several months. He's still on probation. He won't leave this area."

Jihoon held Wonwoo's hand as the latter took time to process everything.

"I know this is sudden, and I'm sorry for that," Ms. June said. When she didn't get an answer, she slid some papers forward. "I'll need you to sign these before you leave."

"What are they?" Wonwoo asked.

"It's to show that you are aware of the situation. And if necessary, if he were to do anything that could harm you or your mother in any way, we can can throw hum behind bars again."

Even with that explanation, Jihoon took it upon himself to carefully read the pages before Wonwoo signed them.

"What if I don't sign them?" Wonwoo asked.

"Then there's no way we can properly protect you," she said.

Wonwoo signed the papers, his hands shaking. He was grateful for Jihoon's hand against his back. It was keeping him from completely falling apart.

He pushed the signed papers away and stood. "Are we done here?"

"Not quite," she said. She reached into a desk drawer and passed Wonwoo a thick envelope. "The anonymous bailer wanted us to give this to you."

He took the envelope, nearly dropping it. "What is this?"

Ms. June smiled thinly. "Go home, you two. I think it'd best if you look at that at home."

Wonwoo had a feeling what it was but wasn't quite ready to accept it. He slipped it into the pocket of hus hoodie, and without another word, the two boys left.

In the car, they were silent. Jihoon pulled out of the parking lot. Wonwoo was grateful for the quiet. He wasn't sure what he could possibly say without breaking down into tears.

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"You're okay to drive alone?" Jihoon asked when they reached his apartment.

"Yeah," Wonwoo replied. He'd had two hours to get himself under control. As long as he didn't think about it too much, he'd be fine. "Thank you for coming with me."

Jihoon rested his hands on his shoulders. "Whenever you need me, I'll be there for you."

Wonwoo smiled and turned to climb into the car. "I'll lett you know what my mom says."

The other male held up his thumbs then went up to his apartment.

Wonwoo didn't go straight home. He drove around for a while. The envelope was sitting underneath his seat, impossible to ignore. He was trying to put it off as much as possible.

After an hour, he pulled into his driveway and just sat there. It was still light outside. Mrs. Jeon was still at work.

With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the envelope and tore it open. As he thought, a few thin stack of bills sat inside. Wonwoo didn't feel like counting as of that moment. There was folded up note in the midst of it. He opened it.

The Jeon Family,

Hi. I'm not going to tell you my name because I feel that isn't important, but I will tell you this: My father was the man who was in the accident that night.

Sadly, he passed away a few days ago of lung cancer. He was able to survive those extra 5 years, it's just unfortunate he developed cancer in the middle of it. 

His last wish was to set that man free. Honestly, I didn't want to let the man who almost killed my father out of the cell he belongs in. I'm sorry. That was insensitive, but I'm sure you can understand my pain. 

Even with this said, I couldn't bring myself to ignore his wish. He wanted to make it clear that he forgave that man for what he did.

My father's other wish was to give you the money placed in this envelope. There should be around $15,000. I don't know why. Maybe he knows something I don't. Either way, his words and I quote were "Tell them to be happy." So that's what I'm doing now.

Both of us hope you can be happy. My father died a happy man, and now I, too, will work to forgive and be happy.

My journey starts with him.

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a/n: this hurt to write ngl

the good news: from now on, i'll be posting double updates only