Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

31. Don't Hate Me

"It's one of my father's men."

As soon as the words were expelled from his mouth he expected the younger to go feral on him. Yell and him and tell him not to come again, like Jisoo did.

But all he could hear was a soft scoff. Jisung looked at Minho, eyes glinting in sorrow and lips in a thin line. Something told Minho that the younder already expected this to be true.

"This is why I told you to stay away. Once your parents finds out, I'll be a magnet of trouble." Jisung said. He leaned against the wall and hugged his knees. "Guess, I was correct."

Minho stared at him stunned. Jisung gave him a small smile already knowing wht h is thinking. "They have been after me for quite a time now. Never knew your father is one of them." Jisung spoke. "Our family is really fucked up."

"Han..."

Jisung shacked his head. "Who thought Han Jaeyong is an idiot ask money from the Lee family. He must have been in a really critical situation. Aish..." He wiped a tear from his cheek. He didn't even know he was crying. "I don't know what to do. The company is gone, all of my father's hard work. He wanted me to continue but i don't know how..."

Minho scooted next to him. He was careful not to get too close, afraid the yonger would feel uncomfortable after what happened.

"How long have they been after you?" 

"I don't know... 3 years?" Minho had a shocked exprexpression. Jisung lightly chuckled. "Don't worry about it, I've been good at escaping."

"Han, that's not the case here." Minho slid toward the younger sitting in front of him. "There are men after you for money. And they would do anything for it. I know my father, he won't give up till he gets what he want."

"What are you telling me to do? I cannot report to the police, if I did aunt Jisoo and I would be locked up. We are fault in here too."

Jisung had a point yet, Minho still refused to belive the fact that Jisung was left with nothing. No father would leave his only child, his only heir without a single trace of his inheritance. Even his own malicious father isn't that of a hypocritical to do that.

Minho sighed. He glanced at the younger hands which were slightly shacking. "Are you...are you afraid of me."

Jisung let out a startled noise, and hid his hands. "N-no. I'm just...nervous."

Once again, Minho observed his face. His cheek are slightly pink and puffed up. It wasn't like that when he entered the room. And he keep picking on his nails, something Jisung would do when he is feeling nervous. 

Minho inched closer. Jisung shrank and lead further in to the wall blinking at the elder. He leaned closer, a hand sliding between his thighs.

"What are you doing?" Jisung whispered.

Minho raised his eyebrow. "Exactly, what am I doing for you Han?" Minho played his hand on Jisung's thigh. He jumped in surprise, making Minho feel like he should retreat. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Uncomfortable...isn't the right word. More like, you are making me feel giddy.

Jiusng glanced at his face. His perfect, plump lips and sculptures jaw illuminating in the faint yellow light. And those cat like sharp gaze, which made Jisung so small like a mouse.  Now he noticed, Minho was wearing a head band, which pushed back most of his over grown hair.