Painful Secrets

Chapter 12

Jeongin eyed the restaurant in awe as Minho parked the car .

It looked so big and exquisite from the outside , Jeongin wondered how grand it would be from the inside .

As he expected , the restaurant was beautifully decorated and judging from the rich looking guests , it was really expensive.

The dining tables were neat and were arranged nicely with utensils that Jeongin hadn't even seen before .

Jeongin wasn't really used to eating fancy dishes despite coming from the richest family in South Korea.

His father only let him have one meal a day which was nothing more than a bowl of rice and a glass of water. Sometimes, even that got taken as a punishment if his father got mad at him.

He looked around the restaurant and his eyes fell upon a similar looking man. Upon looking closer, he realized to his horror, it was his father.

His father didn't seem to notice him since he was busy talking to another businessman.

Jeongin quickly looked away before his son was here.

Panic took over Jeongin's mind as he couldn't process what to do.

What if his father saw him? What if Minho found out he was the son of Yang Haneul?

Either way, it would lead to Jeongin's death.

His father couldn't know Jeongin was here nor could Minho know Yang Haneul was his father.

Swiftly, he tugged onto Minho's arm catching the older's attention.

"I want to leave." Jeongin said.

"What? Why?" Minho asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't want to eat here. Let's go somewhere else. Anywhere else."

"But-"

"Please!" Jeongin literally begged as tears began welling up in his eyes.

Minho paused for a moment, his expression turning cold and Jeongin could read a bit of anger.

Minho grabbed Jeongin's wrist and began pulling him out of the restaurant.

Minho's grip on Jeongin's wrist was harsh which made Jeongin flinch knowing that Minho was mad.

"Minho hyung, let go! It hurts!" he said as he was pulled to the car.

"Are you trying to put up a show?" Minho asked, sternly. "The cashier probably thought I had abducted you? Were you trying to make others pity you? Huh?"

Jeongin was taken aback by what Minho just said. He just looked down at his feet, not even bearing to keep eye contact with the older.

"I'm so sorry." Jeongin said quietly but audible enough for Minho. "I didn't mean to upset you. I don't think I can be useful to you in any way. Can we please go back?"

Jeongin heard Minho sigh and he took the chance to look up.

"Fine, we'll go. Just wait here for a few minutes. I have to go cancel the reservation."

With that, Minho walked away.

Once he was out of sight, tears instantly rolled down his cheeks.

He was so stupid. He should've never agreed to come with Minho in the first place.

Now, Minho thinks that he is some sort of attention-seeker.

"Pretty boy in distress? That's rare." A voice said startling Jeongin.

He turned to see a man looking at him with wide eyes.

"Aren't you Yang Haneul's son?" the man said as he gripped Jeongin's arm before the younger could run.

"Let me go!"Jeongin shouted but later got his mouth covered by a rough hand.

"You're so pretty. I wonder how gorgeous you'll look without clothes." The man spoke as he used his free hand to trace a path to Jeongin's butt, squeezing it tightly.

"Your father is going to give me a lot of money for bringing you back to him. But, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I fucked you in bed."

Jeongin shook his head, trying to get out of the man's grip but failed miserably.

It was not long before the man reached Jeongin's neck, biting and sucking onto his soft sensitive skin.

Jeongin's yelps, whimpers and protests were muffled and tears began rolling down his cheeks.

That's it. This man was gonna rape him and send him back to his father who was surely going to kill him. He was gonna die.

Jeongin's eyes began to hurt as tears blurred his vision. He closed his eyes, feeling his body give up.

Just as the man was about to undress him, right in the middle of the parking lot, there was a groan and Jeongin fell on the ground, free from the stranger's hold.

He opened his eyes to see the man laying on the ground, his body covered in blood.

The view was blocked with Minho getting down on his knees in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Minho asked, his eyes full of concern.

Sobbing, Jeongin shook his head.

He closed his eyes, crying his heart out as Minho pulled him onto his chest, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while using the other to pat the back of Jeongin's head.

"It's okay, Jeongin. Everything is okay."