Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

35. I Didn't Know We Would Meet Again

Jisung waited timidly at the door, hoping the older would come out in any minute. More the dancers came out and left the area, the dance studio was sunken by silence. As the day started to end with arrival of the night, a nearby street lamp was switched on by a security guard.  he offered a smie a Jisng as jisung smiled back.

it was already dark and still minho hasn't come out.

jisung sighed. he was getting impatient.

and he wondered why Chan hasn't spammed him with calls yet. did his phone die? did he even bring his phone at all?

"the president's son must be in there."

jisungs head snapped towards the voice. he raised from his tip toes to get a clear view of the owner of the voice. he spot two men, dressed in suits and aother lady. she was wearing an expensvie white fur coat with a short dress and heels. her hair was blac and long. probaby reaching her waist.

she look elegant, like a real business woman. 

and her attire recalled jisung of his mother, walking along the halls of her beauty pagent with a dozen of stylists behind her. that was more that ten years ago. yet, he still remembers it like yesterday.

but somethng didn't sit right for jisung. perhaphs, it's because that woman is awefully familiar or she is wearing the excat dress his mother had and loved. jisung definetly couldn't miss his mom's desing and to be more specific, the only sample.

but that got burnt with our house.

jisung was so lost in hought that he didn't see they are coming his way. out of panic he ran inside and collided with someone, faling on his butt.

"ow...that hurts." he wiced rubbing his arm.

he looked up and saw Minho glar3ing at him.

what's with his mood today?

"uh, h-hi?"

minho pulled jisung up from his arm(jisung winced) and puled him closer so their faces are close. " you really have bad timing huh?"

"what-"

the sound of the two men started growing as they got close. minho gripped jisung's arm unconciously. the boy hissed. minho narrowed his eyes looking at his arm. then his eyes widened, immegiately letting go.

there was a sratch and minho was pressing on it.

"my god, i'm so sorry baby."

and there he go again with te nick name. but this isn't the time for his love sick drama to meddle in.

"who are they and why are searching for you?"

minho sighed at the boys atitude. "han, this isn't the time-"

"fuck the time hyung. something is up. are they from your father? and who is that woman? and why is she wearing my mom's design?"

minho's eyes flcikered for a second before he spoke with disbelive. "kim maya is your mother?"

The doors slammed opened as the two body guards walked in. The exact woman Jisung spotted outside following them after. That's when Jisung noticed how slim the woman is. She's tall and petite, with a small waist and lean legs. Her skin was tan, much tamer to be a local korean.

Jisung immediately noticed the bitter expression of Minho, as he scowled back the woman. He swiftly pulled Jisung behind him as he glared at her.

"What are you doing here?"

The woman raised her brow, crossing her arms. "Can't you at least greet your future step mother?"

Jisung blinked, confused. He was more confused as her voice felt a much familiar. He took another glance at the lady, seeing her remove her dark glasses.