𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 33

Minho heard the front door of his apartment slam open and then shut, making him jolt to an upright position in his bed, panicking slightly, until he saw Chan enter the room.

If he hadn't canceled his session with Jisung he would have probably walked in on Minho getting a blow job.. boy would that have been interesting to explain.

Minho flopped back down onto his bed, continuing to scroll though his Instagram reels. "Okay, Minho, what the fuck." Chan said standing in the doorway, his coat still fully zipped up.

"What?" The younger asked only partially glancing over. He knew why Chan was here.

"You've been ignoring me since Friday. You blocked my fucking number dude." Chan said taking a step into the room.

"Y'know, it's important to knock." Minho said pretending he hadn't heard Chan, "I could have been balls deep in some bitch and you would have had to see the whole thing."

Chan clenched his jaw, feeling slightly angered by the little care his younger brother showed for the situation. He looked around the room and took a deep sigh. "Can you make some tea or something..? I want to talk to you.. not mad.." he said putting his hands in his pockets.

Minho groaned, "If I do will you make the chat short? I have other stuff I want to do."

"Yes. I can make it short." Chris said chewing on the inside of his lip to calm himself down. How had Minho gone so wrong? How did their father raise him. 

Minho flopped off of the bed and mumbled out of the bedroom saying something like, "Fine. I'll make tea."

Chan was about to leave too after he took a quick glance around the room, but a book on the ottoman caught his attention. It was leather with a string attached that wrapped around to keep it closed. Normally Chan would completely overlook something like this, but it seemed odd to him. It wasn't a type of book that you would read, but more of a notebook to write in.

This could either be a completely normal thing with notes, schedules and homework – that Minho never did – or it could be something like a diary. Chan felt kind of wrong going over to check, but if it was a diary, whats the harm in simply checking? He wasn't going to read it or anything.

He walked over, picked up the book and slowly opened it to the a random filled up page. It did begin with 'dear diary', but what was at the end pissed Chan off completely. It was signed off with, '-Han Jisung'.

This was the book that Felix was talking about. There were even little notes that Minho had made around important text, and it wasn't very hard to find out that Minho was having a lovely time reading about Jisungs huge crush on him.

And what's more, this is the same book that when asked about it before, Minho had said, 'It's private' And that it was, 'his diary'.

Chan wondered if that had been the same thing Jisung said when Minho first took it, and that had to have been about a month ago now.

. . .

After about 10 minutes, Minho had finished with the tea an only then realized that Chan had been gone a while. "Chan, your tea is ready!" He yelled setting it only table, but all he was given in response was silence, "Chan—" he nearly called again, but stopped when he saw his brother barreling down the hallway.

"What the fuck is this Minho?" Chan nearly yelled, visibly pissed. Minhos eyes widened when he saw the journal in his hands.

"Were you reading my stuff?!" Minho yelled, "I told you that was private—"

"Yeah Minho, you sure did, but what you failed to mention was that this isn't even yours!" He said with a roaring anger spiraling through his loud voice, "This is the book that Felix was talking about wasn't it!"