Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Thirty Three Pt.3

Weird flex, but okay.

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"What the hell do you want, father?"

Gripping the bat with so much force his knuckles are white due to his father's devilish smile, Jung chuckles and playfully clutches his chest, pretending to be hurt by his son's words.

"Ouch," Jung pouts, making Hoseok roll his eyes, "now that's not a nice thing to say to your father, Hoseok-ah."

Jung attempts to enter the household, but is stopped by Hoseok shoving his father with the tip of the bat, making his father smirk with a slight surprising expression.

"I asked a damn question, Jung," Hoseok grits out, "what the fuck—" Hoseok closes the door slightly, making his father scrunch his face in surprise once more, "—are you doing here?"

Jung coughs and attempts to regain his composure, "well I am just here to hi to my beloved children, but I'm getting the feeling that I'm not wanted here."

Hoseok laughs darkly, and opens the door to step outside with his father. Closing the door behind him, Hoseok swirls the bat around with his hand, making Jung eye the bat with a hint of fear.

"Oh, you are absolutely correct," Hoseok says, "you are not wanted here, so I want you off my property right now, before I make you."

Jung laughs breathlessly, enjoying his son's sudden confidence. However, he refuses to be pushed around by some child, so Jung walks closer to Hoseok, making Hoseok grip the bat tighter and shove his father with the tip of the bat once more. Jung groans silently as he rubs the part of his chest that was touched by the bat, in pain. He looks at Hoseok with slight pain in his eyes, seeing if Hoseok will pity him, but stops. Hoseok is just looking at him with a stone-cold look. His feelings towards his father is just pure hatred; only wanting him to leave right away, or else he is gonna have to start some commotion, that he refuses to start.

Jung cuts the act and loses his patience by the second. Rubbing the area of his chest, he clears his throat, making Hoseok's expression harden.

"Oh yeah?" Jung asks challengingly, "you're gonna make me? How so?"

"You're gonna smash a bottle onto my head, again?" His voice increases in volume, walker closer to Hoseok, which makes him grip the bat once more, "beat to the ground, until you're satisfied?" He raises his voice. Hoseok looks around the neighborhood and makes sure no one is outside with question, so Hoseok simply turns around towards his doorstep, and looks at his father with a side eyed look.

"I want you out of my property, you hear me?" Hoseok says darkly.

Hoseok begins to walk inside his house again, but, just as he suspected—as he opens his door, his peripheral vision shows a fuming father who is looking to tackle his son. Hoseok moves out of his father's way, and makes his father top inside his house. Now, Hoseok will have to deal with his problems,

Inside of his house.

Jung looks at the ground in confusion, wondering how he fell, however, his confusion grows as the collar of shirt is being forced up by Hoseok.

"Listen, old man," Hoseok grits out, "you are not going to find my sister here, even if you tried."

"What if I just wanted to see my good, prospered son, huh?"

Hoseok grips his collar tighter, making Jung choke slightly, "cut the shit, Jung."

"You know damn well you're here for Yeona."

Jung chuckles and loosens himself up, letting his son grip onto his collar, like if he's lifeless. His chuckle then turns into a fit of laughter, as he can never convince, straighten, or convey something with his son.