𝕃𝕆$𝔼ℝ =𝕃𝕆♡𝔼ℝ 《ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦》

Family Reunion

Choi Beomgyu🎸

I raise my head up and squint my eyes, looking up to the large skyscraper I'm in front of. Choi Enterprises. I shove my fists into my pockets and sigh in frustration, running my fingers through my hair roughly.

Fuck, here goes nothing.

I step in through the revolving doors and make my way into an elevator, clicking on the 18th floor.

"Beomgyu, hi," greets Lee Yura, my dad's secretary. "Here to see your dad?"

"Uh... yeah," I nod stiffly, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Can I go in?"

She gives me a nod and a small smile. I bow slowly and gently push the wooden door open. He's sat behind his desk, folders of documents piled up on the right. His head jerks up but his eyes don't.

"Yura, I'm busy. Get out," his voice speaks out gruffly.

"Nice to know you're an asshole to everyone else too."

His eyes flicker up and his pupils almost dilate. I catch the little twitch in his eye. And he, the slight tremor in my hand.

I clear my throat roughly and knit my hands together behind my back, clenching my fingers together.

"I knew you'd crawl back in here," he smirks. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest smugly the leather chair creaking underneath him.

Hmm. His gut's gotten bigger. Must be eating nice without an extra mouth to feed.

"So, how much you want? 3k? Will 5k do? I can give you more if you'd like." He shrugs casually, reaching into his drawer to pick up his check book.

"Yeah, cause you get paid like shit after leeching off of others below you. No, I'm not here for your money. I'm just here to end things."

"End things? What's that supposed to mean?" he scoffs out, raising his brows.

"Look, you're sick of me and me of you. I'll be legal next year. I'm rid of you for good then. But until the time comes, you're still my guardian. Which means you're still responsible for me."

"Where the fuck are you going with this?" he mutters lowly.

"I'm just saying... I could get you in trouble."

Please, please, believe me. Take the fucking lie, old man!

It's not like I actually have enough courage to report him to the police for all the shit he's pulled with me. It's taken me six days to even walk up here. Shit, are my legs shaking? Stand up straight, Beomgyu!

"So, that's your game plan? Threaten me for money? What a pussy move."

"No. I don't need your money," I mutter impatiently. How'd mom fall for someone so thick? "I'm just here to tell you to leave me alone. And my girlfriend."

"Oh, the crazy bitch?" he nods, snickering.

"Watch it, asshole," I yell. "And here." I toss a notebook toward his desk and watch as it slides to him. "Mom's diary. Nicked it from your room when she passed away."

His face shifts and he almost looks... sad? "Your mom?"

"It's all about you," I spit. "The time she fell in love with you and your life together. I hadn't read it until last night."

I gulp and inhale deeply. "You're a shitty dad. But... not that bad a husband. You should know this though. How do you think she'd look at you when she finds out how you treated your son after she left? Her son? Loving her... meant loving me too."