CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29

Yu jin’s POV

"Jin, for fuck’s sake, just call him," he barked, his voice low but sharp. "Rin needs him. That’s the only reason I’m standing here with you. Just pick up the phone."

I dragged my feet across the parking lot, arms crossed tightly, my hands shaking from a mix of adrenaline, fear, and anger. Woo Min’s grip on my sleeve was ironclad, his jaw set like he was planning to shake me until some of his IQ became mine.

I shook my head violently. "No. Not ever. You can scream all you want, but I won’t call that bastard. He won’t get to be a part of this, at least not like this."

"Not ever? What kind of father are you if you’re willing to let your kid suffer just to keep your pride intact? Hold on, what’s the reverse psychology going on here! Why am I even insisting on this?" Woo Min’s words cut deeper than he probably meant. I clenched my fists, willing the shaking in my body to stop.

"I don’t care what you think, Woo Min," I snapped. "You don’t get it. You weren’t there. You didn’t see the way he...how he...he’s...rejected this child, he’s not someone you call for anything. Especially not my kid."

He leaned closer, his face dangerously near mine. "He’s human, Jin. Rin’s human. And he needs blood. Your kid is gonna die if you don’t call him. Do you want that on your conscience?"

I turned my head, staring at the asphalt, unwilling to look at him. I wanted to scream or hit him. My pride, my hatred for Park Min, my fear of letting him into our lives, it was a weight I couldn’t shift.

"Jin," Woo Min pressed, softer now, "you don’t have a choice. You either call him, or I drag you there myself. You think I’m joking?"

I froze. He wasn’t joking. I could see it in the hard set of his jaw, in the way his fingers dug into my arm. My heart slammed against my ribs. He would drag me there. God help him, he would.

"You’re insane," I muttered.

"No, I’m sane. I’m desperate," he shot back. "And so is your son."

My chest tightened. The thought of Rin, my son, tiny and weak, lying in a hospital bed made bile rise in my throat. I turned away again, swallowing hard.

"I can’t. I can’t do it," I whispered.

"Then let me do it," Woo Min growled. He moved closer, blocking my path. "I’ll do it for you if you won’t. But I’m not letting him die waiting on you to decide if your ego is bigger than his life."

The words landed like a hammer. I wanted to argue, but they were true. I knew they were true. And before I could gather another word, headlights slashed across the lot, and the rumble of a car engine echoed.

"I’ll handle this," Woo Min said under his breath. He didn’t move toward the car. The door opened, and there he was.

Park Min.

He stepped out, arms crossed, leaning slightly against the car. His expression was calm, almost unnervingly casual. "What do you want me to know, Woo min?" he asked, voice even, measured.

I froze. My throat constricted. I could feel every muscle in my body tense, every instinct screaming to run.

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked, voice tight.

He shrugged. "Checking on my mom. She got admitted." He gave a shrug, as if that explained everything, though it explained nothing.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but Woo Min’s hand on my shoulder pushed me back, and I instinctively shut it. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to.

"Yu Jin, tell him. Just... tell him," Woo Min pressed. His voice was low and urgent.

I shook my head violently. "No. I... I won’t."

"Then let me.." Woo Min started, and before he could finish, I turned sharply and pressed my lips against his. Hard. A kiss that silenced him instantly.

"Wha. ." he breathed against me before I pulled back slightly.

I stared at Park Min dead in the eyes. "You heard me," I said, voice steady now, though my hands were shaking. "I don’t have to tell you shit."

Park Min’s expression shifted rapidly from confusion to anger and then to disgust. His nostrils flared. "You..what the fuck are you..are you a fucking man-whore?!"

I laughed, sharp and humorless. "You should dare to call me that again."

He sneered. "Oh, I dare. You’re disgusting. I can’t believe..." His words trailed, but the venom didn’t.

"Yes," I said quietly, letting the single word land like a blade. "I’m that. Do you want me to spell it out for you?"

He stepped toward me, closing the distance, his fingers curling toward me like he wanted to grab me. Woo Min didn’t move, but his gaze was sharp.

"You think you’re tough?" Park Min hissed. "You think I’ll let this slide? You..."

I shook my head, meeting his glare without flinching. "Try me. Just try me."

The tension was unbearable, thick enough to choke on. Park Min reached out, trying to pull me away from Woo Min, but I planted my feet, refusing and Woo min pulled me towards him too. My heart pounded. Woo Min’s eyes flicked between me and Park Min, his jaw tight, his hands fisted.

"Stop," Woo Min muttered. "Just stop it."

Park Min froze, then leaned closer to me, his voice dropping to a whisper that was both a threat and a promise. I didn’t move.

"Yu Jin," he murmured, so low I almost didn’t hear it. "If you don’t come with me... I swear..."

"No you won’t"

"Yes I will"

And what he said l

eft me with no choice than to release my hand from Woo min and go with Park min.