ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Nine

— M POV

For the third damn time today, I'm on my way to the rooftop in hopes that Jisung is there. My legs are drained out from walking up these long ass stairs but I'd say Mr. Discolored is worth the hassle. Opening the metal doors, I quickly scavenge the rooftop to find just the person I've been searching for all day. A smile crept on my face as I walked to Jisung who was lying with his chin on the edge of the building's railing.

"Change of heart?", I called out to grab his attention. His head turned my way and if I squinted I could maybe see a glint of excitement in his eyes at the sight of me.

"Just because I said I wouldn't keep any promises, it doesn't mean I didn't intend on coming here," Jisung replied with a small smile. That cute smile— that is just like Chan-yeol's which means it's a brotherly smile that I find cute. Gosh, I need to stop.

"Mm, so why are you here? Do you need to take your mind off something?" I hesitantly walk over to sit next to him and lean my back against the rail.

"I was hoping to see you actually..." I saw him reaching in his backpack for something and whipping out Hi-Chew. "Peace offering before I ask—" He stuttered and looked as if he just choked on his spit.

"Thank you?", I reply with curiosity at the nervousness written all over his facial expression. Taking a piece of candy in the process.

"It's just— I was wondering if I could spend a night at your house." Oh? I don't know how to reply because the last time Jisung came to my house, I almost kissed him only ten minutes in. I can't imagine the dumb shot I would do if he stayed overnight. "It's okay to say no— we aren't that close."

He's stuttering and rambling a bunch as I think. I don't know what to say so I don't blame him for that. Then again, it was filling having Jisung around because when he left it felt empty. Maybe, he'll dress up again in a cute beige sweater and hair clips. That was similar to what my Mom wore back then so it brought a state of nostalgia... I'm not helping my case.

"Yeah, sure," I blurt out. There's no going back now.

A few hours later, I'm helping Chan-yeol with his homework I have no clue what to do. It shocks me that I'm in high school and don't know how to do elementary school-level math. Is Chan-yeol in elementary? I feel like a bad brother for not knowing such simple details like that.

"Hyung, four times three hundred doesn't equal seven hundred..." I know how to fucking multiply, I just can't focus right now. Knowing Jisung will be here in about two hours is making me nervous for some reason. Well, I won't bullshit because I know why, I just can't admit it.

"Okay, then what is it genius—" The door knocked interrupting me so I placed the pencil in my hand down to walk to the front door.

As I opened it just a bit to see who it was I found my Dad. What the fuck? How the hell did he find us? Shit. Shit! How? As I was about to close the door in a hurry to calm Mom he stuck his hand in to prevent me from slamming it shut. He grunted at the pain but began to plea the dumbest shit known to man.

"How'd you find—"

"I followed you when you were coming home from work," he answered leaving his hand in between the doors open creek. This guy is a creep. He follows me? How does this dumbass know where I work? I haven't spoken to him since the day at the grocery store. When he was trying to convince me that he'd start acting like an actual father figure. I have enough hope in me to believe it but for the sake of Chan-yeol's safety, I can't allow him back into my family's life.

"Leave us alone or I won't hesitate to call the cops on you," I say bluntly trying to slam the door shut so he can move his hand but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he would just wail in pain but keep his hand nice and firm.

"Minho, son! Please, I've been sober I promise you," he cried finally removing his hand to put his hands together as a plead. I should've closed the door but I couldn't.

"I don't want to see you again or else I'll arrange a restraining order on you. This is a warning Dad," I threaten. I'm not high and mighty for this.

"You know you would've done that a while ago," he said sounding almost manipulative. This is why my hope for him to go down but doesn't disappear. It's like one he's trying but the next he does something that makes it seem like it's all just an act. Or maybe it's just how I project him since I see him as a bad person.

I want my Dad. I still have hope that he'll change despite it being about ten years since I found out what he's been doing to my Mom. It's like I can't forgive him for his sins but at the same time, I want to. I don't know what's wrong with me. I shouldn't want this man in my life.

"As long as you're here, Chan-yeol doesn't feel comfortable or secure. Go away and never come back here," I stated before closing the door swiftly so he wouldn't try and stop me from closing it again.