Ganster's Squad

Chapter 50: Jimin's family affairs.

Minso agreed to go with Jimin to visit his father who was very ill. She found herself in front of the biggest house she had ever seen. Minso had no idea how rich Jimin was, nobody knew. She held his hand as he took a deep breath.

Jimin turned to her. "If it comes too much, or if you don't feel comfortable we can leave any time you want."

Minso smiled and touched his cheek. "I'm fine Chim Chim. Don't worry about me, today is about you." She couldn't tell him she already felt uncomfortable to be in an unfamiliar place with people she didn't knew. The only best part that came out of this, was that she will get to experience a different side of him.

Jimin ran his hand through his hair and sighted. "Let's get this over with."

Jimin entered the house, only to see his sister descending the stairs. She had a smirk on her face as soon as she saw him. "Look at what the stray cat dragged in. If it isn't the lost poor baby."

Jimin noticed the mockery in her voice and he gripped Minso's hand tighter. "Donna, I see you're still a bitch."

"Come on little mochi pocky..." Donna laughed. "You came to collect your inheritance?"

"Who's there?" Jimin heard his brother yell from upstairs.

"Just our little stray dog." Donna replied not taking her eyes from Jimin. "He brought a broad with him."

Jimin glared at her. "If I were you I'd keep my mouth shut." He could put up with their abuse as long as it wasn't directed towards Minso.

"Looks like you grew up a pair." His brother said, putting his arm around Dona's neck. "Came to collect the big prize?"

Jimin was shaking with fury. His siblings were the same bullies he grew to hate. Being the youngest meant everyone was treating him like a broken toy, always pushing him around for their sadistic pleasure. "Where's father?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Minso hated the way they treated him. She didn't care how they spoke about her, but Jimin was their brother. She squeezed his hand gently to assure him he wasn't alone. Jimin liked that. She was his only light in that house of horrors.

"He's in the study." Donna motioned with her hand. "You can go see him. You better not steal anything."

"Do I look like I need to steal from you?" Jimin replied in a dry voice, dragging Minso with him up the stairs.

He found his father connected to different beeping machines. His mother was holding his hand crying.

"Hello mother." He whispered, afraid of the tears that threaten to fall upon seeing his father so weak. He always saw his father as a pillar of strength. He might have not been the ideal father, but he was the only one who noticed his existence and didn't treat him like garbage, although he did expect Jimin to play by his tune.

His mother wiped her tears and turned to see her son. "It was about damn time you came home. Who's the tramp?"

Minso winced at the words. Jimin sighted, it was going to be a long agonizing day for him. He wished he left Minso home. "If she's a tramp what makes you then, the mother of the year?"

His mother slapped him. "You do not speak to me like that."

Jimin rubbed his cheek and smirked. "Real classy mom. Real classy. You're not making me regret I ran away at all. Thank you for showing me what a true family means." he said sarcastically. He passed his mother and went to his father.

"Don't argue." His father said in a low voice, barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry father." Jimin apologized for his behavior.