ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Six

— R POV

Jisung didn't speak to Minho during their closing shift. He chickened out when he was three steps away from the brunette. The moment he brought all his courage together... Minho had already left. So, he's in front of Minho's apartment. It took a lot in him to do this instead of "accidentally" bumping into the older the next day and just start ranting about how he's sorry. He felt this was more respectful or something. Knocking on the front door he waited for an answer with his heart pounding out of his chest. He cleared his throat hearing shuffling on the other side of the door before a woman answered. Jisung's immediate response was that this woman was Minho's girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Minho," Jisung said bowing a little. "You must be... his girlfriend?"

The woman burst out laughing and shook her head. "I shouldn't look that young, I'm his mother." She smiled sweetly and opened the door wider for Jisung. "My son is not close to getting a girlfriend."

"Mom, who are you trash-talking me with?", Minho hummed walking out of his room with Chan-yeol. His eyes fixated on Jisung who was at his front door and froze in his steps. His brother furrowed his eyebrows remembering how Jisung ignored him the first they met.

"I think your friend! Isn't that right dear? He mistook me for your girlfriend," she laughed pulling Jisung into their apartment a little. "Come in dear!"

When the two made eye contact Minho sighed, went over to Jisung, and then dragged him out of the apartment. "Excuse us, Mom," Minho grunted closing the door behind him. He turned to face Jisung and let go of his wrist. "Say what you have to say."

"It's weird not seeing you everywhere, I'm assuming you're avoiding me," Jisung started and the taller could only grin just slightly. When Minho was about to speak he was stopped by a hand placed on his chest, and Jisung immediately got deja vu. "I-I just want to get to the point and say that I didn't mean what I said— I was scared."

"Why?", Minho questioned with a hand creeping over Jisung's hand which was still placed on his chest. The younger stared and savored the warmth before letting go and stepping back.

"I don't want you dealing with my bullshit, that's why I was so cold and nonchalant with you... especially after that panic attack. I'm just going to bring you down with me and I don't want that happening to you." Minho felt a a wave of emotions as he took the information in. He understood why Jisung was the way he was towards him now. "I'm sorry Minho."

The older's hand patted Jisung's shoulder before he was finally able to speak his mind. "I'd be willing to at least try. I don't care about how many lengths I have to go through, all I need is your permission that I can. I won't lose hope in you." Jisung felt odd at the affection that he never really received until now. After everything he's done, his heartfelt warm that Minho hadn't given up on him.

— M POV

I walked into the grocery store as one of my errands that Mom sent me to do. It's all peaceful, I love running errands and I love how Jisung and I are on a trip to a good friendship...? Yeah, friendship. A smile formed on my lips just thinking about how Jisung went to my apartment because he couldn't stand me not being around.

"Hey, brother! Please clean these fish for me." That voice... What the fuck? I turn around and my eyes widen in fear and hatred finding my father. He looks sober for once and my inner child seeking a proper father figure can't help but observe. My soul leaves my body when his grim little face looks my way with a smile. His smile disappears and he quickly speeds toward me with no hesitation, I gasp and start to jog away with my heart beating fast from panic. "Minho! Come back!"

I am not tryna get jumped by my Dad, especially not in a damn grocery store. I look back with terror when I see that he's running now. He chased after me throughout the entire store with pleads that I couldn't trust. The employees had caught on by now and stopped him from going after me. I stopped running out of breath and took a good look at him.

"Minho, please... I'm sorry about that call! I was drunk and I don't want to be like this anymore. Please, give your Dad another chance." I can't believe I still call him my Dad instead of Joon. He looked at me with despair but I couldn't tell anymore if it was just his cover-up or if it was genuine. I sighed in defeat and lifted my hand up with my middle finger sticking out.

"You're sixteen years late to make up for your crap but I do hope you can finally stay sober for half a day," I announced before thanking the employees and walking out of the store in a hurry to go home. This guy had chased me down for a while before the workers realized that this wasn't a playful chase. There was no way in hell I'd tell my Mom about this.