Ruin me | minsung

Chapter 59

They all looked at each other and Jisung took a step towards Minho, holding his shirt. They didn't look as they remembered, mostly because they were so young when they left.

"Let's cut to the chase" Minho started. "Why are we really here?"

"Isn't it normal to have a family meeting?" One of them smirked, making Jisung feel so small again. He could practically feel all the hits he had received when he was younger all over again.

"You left me...to die in that church" Jisung spoke softly, tears in his eyes while he said it.

"I left so that you would heal, and now look at you, you're all grown up, the number one cop of this city" M.Han replied and Jisung shook his head.

"No. You despised me...wanted to get rid of me"

Minho held his hand because he could tell he was spiralling deeply, which worked because he looked into his eyes frightened.

"Why don't we move on from this? I think-" M.Lee tried speaking, but his son cut him off.

"Move on? You want us to move on after everything you both put us through as kids...? You neglected us, hit us repeatedly without mercy and did not once feel sorry about it. You always blamed mom's suicide on me, but the real monster is you. You fucking prick left her for weeks, when you knew she was hill."

"Liar."

"She died because you couldn't be there for her and give her proper help!...and then you put it all on me...an eight year old kid."

His father clenched his fists and stared at him.

"So tell me...dad...why are we really here, because this is far from being a family reunion." Minho said and Jisung seemed to relax his body a bit.

Both the men looked at each other and nodded.

"You've grown quite a lot..."

"That happens when you leave your kid alone for years until he doesn't need you anymore. Now tell me. Why the fuck were here."

"You're both here because we need to ask you a favour..."

"You really expect us to help you after everything? Kidnapping our friend was just the cherry on fucking top dad." Minho cursed and crossed his arms, but they remained serious.

"Actually...you'll want to hear us out first."

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They drove off as soon as Chan had gotten in the van.

"W-What are we doing? We can't leave them behind" chan agitated and tried to get out of the car.

"It's too dangerous for you to stay there, I'm bringing you home to treat your wounds." Felix sat him back down and his lover angrily sat back down.

Felix got out a cotton pad and started to dab alcohol on it to disinfect the wounds.

"Will someone please explain what is going on?" Ryujin broke the silence.

"Our dads want something, I just don't know what it is. Or why I couldn't know about it...they didn't tell me anything"

"So what are we supposed to do now?" Hyunjin asked as he clung to seungmin softly.

"I guess we just...have to wait."

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They all sat down at a table and jisung moved his chair to be closer to Minho, clinging to him under the table.

"As you probably know, m.Lee and I have been working together before you were even born. We owned a company and that is where we made all of our money. Which we still do to this day"

"It's an undercover company that operates drogues, we practically run every trade in the city since the very beginning" the other said.

"This still doesn't explain why we're here..."

"Right well...before you two met, me and M.Han made a deal...for which one of you two would inherit the company. The police officer who'd never even know it was a drogue operation or the renowned criminal in the city..."

"A deal?" Jisung raised a brow and they nodded.

"It was no luck or faith that you were assigned to his case jisung..." his dad said and he widened his eyes drastically, feeling like his breath had left his lungs.

"What...?" Minho tensed.

"We had a worker on the inside, he convinced your boss to give you the case."

Minho and Jisung looked at each other confused, was this really true?

"The one that would win between the two of you would inherit the money..." he spoke calmly, his fingers laying on the wooden table. "But to our surprise...you actually ended up becoming...friends"

"Let me get this right dad." Minho got up and pulled his gun out, but the older two didn't flinch, Jisung did. "You set us up for one of us to die, so that we'd get your fucking money? You manipulated us into meeting? Only for your own personal amusement?" Minho scoffed.

"It is no amusement." He replied quickly.

"Then what is it dad?! What could possibly be that urgent that you need us here-"

"I am dying." He spoke and they went silent, the echoes of the heavy words still hanging on the walls. "We're both dying..."

Jisung looked at his father and he nodded to confirm he wasn't hearing things. Minho put his gun down and sat back.

"We've been diagnosed, we don't have much longer to live..." m.Han said and Jisung didn't once move his eyes from him.

"How long...?"

"Maybe a couple of months, a year at best." Jisung's father spoke and they all shivered internally. Suddenly they didn't feel real, it felt as if he was eight again and looking at his father at the other end of the table.

"That's why we're here. This is our dying wish, that you take over the company for us"

Minho was at a lost for words, looking between the two of them.

"Why didn't you tell Felix? He deserves to know."

"Felix as always been the emotional one between you two, I don't want him to get hurt in this..."

Jisung's eyes couldn't help but soften, his hands were shaking and he had tears swelling up.

"I-I c-can't..." Jisung stumbled from his chair and didn't managed to go far before crashing down on the floor, like if he had thousands of weights on his shoulders.

Minho ran to him and took him in his arms gently, rubbing his back.

"You're okay...just breath for me jisung."

"I don't understand...I-I" he sobbed out and looked up at his dad. "I've despised you for years...I've wanted to rip out those smug eyes of yours off your fucking head! You raised me to hate who I was, you sent me to be abused and walked away like it was nothing to you, like I was nothing!!" He screamed and it drenched his throat.

"Jisung..." Minho didn't know what to do.

"I hated you for as long as I can remember. So why is it...that now that you're here, I can't...I can't fucking hate you...why can't I fucking hate you??!" He yelled out and his drenched voice echoed around them.

His father slowly walked to him and Minho backed away a bit, watched him carefully.

The older man bent down and hugged jisung. He widened his eyes as if he did not know what to do.

It broke him.

Jisung cried even more and melted into his chest. For so long he had wanted to hit him, to yell at him. Now that he was in front of him, he couldn't help but feel like a helpless kid again.

"Im so sorry Jisung..."

He cried even more and buried his face deep into his shirt. Minho looked between them, tears in his own eyes. His father was actually going to die, he had wished it over and over again but now that it was actually happening, he didn't want it to.

"Im so sorry..."