fix | han jisung ✓

Sixty-Seven

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"Wow, you look just like you're mother." The man spoke.

"Don't." I spat, catching the man in front of me stunned.

"Y/n.. I'm so-"

"I said stop, I don't need an apology." Forgetting Hyunjins hand is in mine, I squeeze it, suddenly feeling anger with in.

"I feel I ought to give one though, I left you and I'm so incredibly embarrassed and sorry. What I did was in no way okay, I'm s-"

"Stop apologizing, for all i know you could be some damn stranger claiming to be the man that would have been my father." I let go of Hyunjins hand, stepping forward. Both Hyunjin and Jisung watching my every move with worry.

"I promise I'm you're father, look." He handed me a photo, showing my mother who I've only ever seen videos and photos of and him standing next to her.

"Its just a picture, you could have known her and snapped a photo." He sighed, looking at the three of us.

"I promise you I'm you're father y/n, i wouldn't have come all the way here if I wasn't." He admitted.

"Why do you make it sound like you live so far?" I asked.

"I live in California." My eyes widen, anger rising, and its taking me all i got to hold back from pushing this so called man down to the floor.

"Look, at least try to remember." He said.

"Remember what?" He took out his wallet and took two photos out.

"That's m-me.." I muttered, seeing him with a little girl that was about two, that little girl being me.

The other showed me sitting on his lap, while some older woman sat next to him with very little clothes.

"Was this the shore you chose over your own daughter?" I snapped, seeing him tense up and take the photos back.

"Look, I wanted to keep you okay. When you turned three, I was arrested for..." He paused, debating whether or not he should keep talking.

"Go on, or I'm walking right back inside." He nodded, glancing at the boys in nervousness.

"C-can they go?" I sighed in annoyance. I nodded towards them, both showing worry while walking inside.

But just as Jisung was about to walk through the door, i grabbed his hand.

"Stay." I turned back to my so called father, basically shooting daggers at him.

"He stays, your still just a stranger. I don't know or trust you, so he stays." He took a moment but nodded anyway.

The three of sat outside, Jisung and I sat in the bench and the man sat in the single chair by the bench.

"Continue talking."

"When you were three, I was seeing that girl who was in the photo. She had been mixed up with the wrong people, and did some terrible stuff to them. As a few months passed, those people came back and killed her.

"At the time, you were with me at the park. So when we got home, i found her laying dead in the bedroom, blood everywhere.

"I took you to you're room quickly and told you to stay there, being three, you didn't really listen so after a little while you came to and saw her on the ground while i was distracted on the phone with 911.

"When you were in the room with her lifeless body, you would circle around her, jumping onto the bed which had a suit case.

"That's when i noticed she was leaving me. When the paramedics came, the took her and the police had so many questions.