ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Thirteen

It was the next day and Jisung mustered up all the courage in his body to barge his way over to Minho's apartment and ask them what they were. Why should he be overthinking instead of just questioning the shit out of Minho? He put on a new pair of clips in his hair, navy blue to compliment his skin tone a little better than the silver ones that he found pretty plain. If his thinking and scenarios are added up correctly, this will end very... Jisung stopped himself from walking up the stairs to Minho's apartment.

"What am I thinking?", Jisung mumbled with a frown crossing his lips. He continued to make his way to Minho, his mind racing through everything. If Minho liked him then he felt like he'd just be leading him on because he didn't feel ready for it. He isn't even sure how he feels about the brunette yet. His steps stopped hearing Minho's angry tone from around the corner. Curiously, he nosily peeked around to see the boy arguing with a man.

"You need to stop bringing us baskets of food. We aren't a charity case," Minho demanded fisting his hands with his eyes furrowed.

"I just want to take part in being with you and your brother. I want to do better and I've worked hard to perfect it the best I could. I quit alcohol and drugs and I have been taking therapy for my anger. I don't want to start a new family and give them what I never gave you guys. I won't start one yet until you guys forgive me. Please find hope in yourself to forgive me and give me another chance. I promise I'm being genuine Minho— my son."

Jisung's eyes widened and murmured a shocked, "Son?" He felt bad at the desperate attempt of Minho's Dad trying to win his son back.

"I can't accept you back. Leave, now, and don't come back here with any more baskets. It'll be a waste of money because I will be throwing it out to the dump from here on out. Please, leave." Minho's Dad had sorrow fill his eyes at the answer. He hesitated to open his arms for a hug but ended up nodding and walking away. Jisung knew Minho still had hope for his Dad because he waited to watch him leave until he was out of sight. The brunette let out a sigh and turned to go back into his house.

"Minho!", Jisung called leaping out of his hiding spot. Catching the said name's attention, he took a step back to wait for Jisung to walk up to him. "You have to give him another chance— Don't you see how hard he's trying? He's not trying to treat you guys like a charity case—"

Minho chuckled in disbelief putting a hand up to stop Jiaung from talking any further. "Wait, wait, wait... So suddenly you know everything about my Dad? You don't even know me that well, what makes you think you know anything about him?"

"I saw the look in his eyes Minho," Jisung whined trying to convince. "I don't know him but I do know the look of genuine intentions!"

"If that were true then how did you not know that my intentions with you were genuine when I first met you? Think it through Jisung. You can't be butting in my life and assuming things that you are determining over a look."

"It only seems like he wants to be there for his son. I think despite the flaws— he is a good man."

"And lets see how you feel about the truth? He's nothing but an abusive alcoholic. Do you think my family and I would be living here if he was a good man? You don't know what I've been through so stay out of my business." Jisung was taken aback by the response and Minho had a point but something in him couldn't take it. He didn't know if it was him wanting Minho to have a Dad because he missed his own and didn't want the other to grow up not having a father by his side but that might've just been him selfishly caring.

The brunette's eyes wandered on the new clips in Jisung's hair. He cleared his throat and went back into the apartment, lost for words. He closed the door and left Jisung outside the doorstep. The boy's arms dipped to his sides and took the clips out of his hair.

The next day, Jisung made his way to the rooftop in hopes that Minho wasn't upset with him still. He wanted to apologize but he wasn't going to promise anything. Opening the doors he let out a sigh when he only saw Kaius sitting there. He was disappointed. A part of him got angry because they spoke about Minho going every day after what happened but he couldn't blame the brunette.

"Hey Ji," Kaius called with a smile. Jisung just gave him a discouraged smile and sat next to the guy.

When work came by Jisung felt petty after thinking about the situation the entire time during school. His overthinking led him to think about himself rather than morals. He knew in the corner of his mind he was in the wrong for butting in— even worse, he knows he was still going to butt in. So, the moment Minho went to drop off some dishes, he took his chance to be snarky.

"You didn't come to the rooftop today like you said you would," Jisung commented with his eyes glued to the dishes he washed.

"I don't owe you anything Jisung," Minho snapped placing the dishes in the sink.

"Fuck you."

"Leave me alone." Then the older snatched his tray and left to deliver more dishes to tables. Jisung grumbled and continued to angrily wash the dishes.

On his way home, he found a ubiquitous ad for a new brand of strawberry milk. He stopped to think if he should buy it with his spare money, pulling him into a pensive state. Chewing his bottom lip, his eyes then averted to a man walking straight past him into the store. His eyes lit up at the sight of Minho's father searching around. He itched to speak and so his body moved for him.

"Excuse me sir?", he called patting Minho's Dad's shoulder to grab his attention. "You're Minho's father, right? I'm his peer!"

"Why yes, it's nice to meet you," he responded with a smile before putting a bag of fruit gummies in his cart full of what looked like goodies.

"Is this for your son?"

"Well, Minho and his brother, Chan-yeol. You must know him yes?" Jisung heartily nodded. "He's a sweet little boy, I wanna treat him with thee candies." He then took out his phone and scrolled through. Then presenting Chan-yeol and Minho eating the same brand of gummies in a Facebook post. "They look like they're enjoying these so I want to buy them. I'll also buy Yakult so they can get their probiotics. Don't tell Minho yet, I'm not sure he'll be happy about me buying him these things."

Jisung couldn't help but smile sadly because Minho didn't want anything to do with him. He went down memory lane from when his Dad would remember those tiny things and buy Jisung and his sister treats like this. A tear threatened to fall at the thought. Minho's Dad seemed to notice and stopped smiling.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No, I just—" A gasp erupted his sentence when he got pulled away harshly. He looked up and found Minho dragging him away from his dad, who suddenly looked upset. They stopped at the side of the store in their alleyway, close to the stinky odor of the dumpster.

"I don't want you talking to him Jisung. I said to stay out, didn't I?", Minho scowled with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I seen how hard he's tried! Why can't you just give him another chance?"

"You don't understand Jisung. I'm afraid of my own Dad and not in the way where I don't want to do the dishes so he grounds me. It's in a way that I just know he wouldn't hesitate to beat me to the pulp. So, no you'll never understand how I feel! You haven't lived my life so you can't say anything about my relationship with him."

The other was flabbergasted as he swallowed and kept eye contact with Minho. "I know and I'm sorry." Except he didn't intend on giving up just yet.