LOVE ; minsung

019. fuck you

Jisung knocked on the door. His eyes were lowered against the wooden door. He didn't want to be in here. He hated the memories that filled his head. He heard the excruciating voice of his boss telling him to come in. 

He held in his breath as he opened the door, staring at the desk.

"You finally want to speak to me."

"I want to talk."

"Is this about you quitting?"

Jisung just looked away. he didn't even want to know what was happening next. "Yes, I like someone, and I want to settle down with him—" his boss scoffed, silencing jisung completely. It seemed he had much more to say about this.

"But does he really like you, jisung?"

"I don't know."

"So why are you doing this for him?"

"Because I love him." Jisung admitted. He could feel minhos stares, as he knew minho was sitting outside of the opened door.
As this was their plan. Jisung led him here.

"If you want to leave, you can leave." Jisung felt his whole heart beat, he'd never thought he'd hear those words. He comes from someone as terrible as his boss.

"I realized without you, my business is better. I don't have to worry about your whiny fucking mouth anymore." Jisung could've cared less about the insults.

All the trauma he dealt with.

The years of suffering and being used just to not get anything back. He just felt the tears roll down his face. He couldn't believe this. It was over, right?

He struggled for most of his teenage years dealing with a disgusting person and disgusting men. He slowly began pouring the tears down, and they fell one by one.

To the point where jisung couldn't control it. He knew it was embarrassing, but he hated his life. He felt as if a giant weight bigger than this whole room was torn from his shoulders. He felt somewhat free.

"Stop or I'm changing my mind.."
His boss muttered, and those words made him collect himself quickly, wiping the tears with his shirt. Specifically minhos shirt, as he didn't have another one to wear.

"O-Okay.." jisung said softly.

"Why would you do that to him, though, it's fucked up y'know."

Jisung heard. He slowly turned his head, looking at Minho, who was standing there in curiosity. He'd come out of nowhere.

"You brought him with you?"

His boss asked.

Jisung honestly didn't respond, he just watched as minho stood his grounds. The feeling of anxiety came as his boss approached fixing himself directly infront of minho.

Minho obviously clutched his hand against his gun that sat on his side.

"Are you here to arrest me?"

"Yes, I did come here to do that. He was a minor at the time you forced him to do this, you have the right to be arrested." Minho recalled.

Jisung just watched as his boss turned around, placing his own hands behind his back.

It was all to easy. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was giving in.

Something wasn't right.