𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 44

Minho had nearly done that. He had actually just nearly fucking done that.

He threw himself against the pillow of his brothers bed trying to hold back all of his emotions so that he didn't feel even worse.

What would have happened if they didn't call him down to the office? Jisung would probably know that Minho was a huge gay just like him who was even worse of a person for using his body when they simply could have been much more.

The elder chose to do all of this and he knew it, so there was no in eto blame for everything that had happened in the past 6 weeks but him.

Only him.

His father had called him out of school to talk about some type of bugs shit meeting that Minho would have to attend for whatever reason.

It was like, all of the higher up employees were meant to go and drink cocktails with one another and possibly bring their family of children if they had any. It wasn't a family event per say though, because all children under the age of 15 needed to stay home.

It was also a very formal event. Like very. We're talking suits, dresses, ties, high heels, undone hair-- oh shit. That meant that Minho would actually have to get his hair styled. He fucking hated that.

His father had even showed him a picture of the suit he wanted tailored to fit Minho for the event--

Minho knew that he would look pretentious as fuck walking around in this, and when people looked at him they would think, 'there goes that stupid, snobby, spoilt, dickhead of a rich kid that happens to be the CO'S son so I can't say any of that to his face or I'll get fired', and you know what? Minho thought that was actually a pretty accurate description of himself.

Tye boy wasn't actually sure why they were having this formal party though. All he knew was that he was going to try his best to snatch up some cute girl.

Minho figured that if he could find someone's daughter to take home with him and have sex with, he could probably get his head off of the situation with Jisung.

Just yesterday had he been a few words away from blowing his entire life away.

For once, he was actually glad to go with his father to spend some 'quality time' getting the suit measured and tailored to his unique body. The seamstress had even made a comment on how handsome he was.

Sure this was coming from a 45 year old woman and it would have meant much more coming from someone like Jisung, he still took the compliment. What else was he going to do? Say no thank you?

Upon hearing the bedroom doors hinges open and close, Minho burried his face further I the pillow he was laying on.

When he felt the body weight of someone sit down on the edge of the bed, he didn't even bother to look up and see who it was. He was in Christopher's house and bed after all.

He peeked one eye up to see his brother crawling over the bed towards him and flopping down on his belly beside the younger. He screwed his face up and shifted the whole thing back into the fluffy cushion.

"Are you okay Minnie? You look depresso-espresso." He said, petting the younger brothers lower back.

"What did I say about the nickname." Minho said as a warning, but it really didn't sound too threatening through the mufflibg pillow.

"Sorry." Chan said, pulling closet the younger, "I don't even know why you hate that nickname. It's so cute."

"Thats the problem."

"But uts coming from me Minho. You've never had a problem with being cute in front of me." He pouted, wrapping his arms around him tighter.

"I just don't like it. I got made fun of for it in middle school. A lot Chan. You don't even know." Minho said. He had assumed that his older brother had known that, but I guess he didn't.

"Really?" Chris asked, slightly shocked.

"Yes. It's not a big deal." He was quick to change the subject, "Do you have to go to dad's weird work thing as well?" He asked, finally turning his head to look at his brother.

"Yeah.. we're both gonna have to suffer together." He said, "Dad already got me a suit and everything."

"Me too." Minho closed his eyes, "When did he say that was again?"

"Two weeks." Chris said twirling around Minho's hair in his hand.

"Shit." He groaned, "And why is this even going on? Why now? What happened this time.."

"Some employee saved like, a lot of money for the company. 25 billion or something like that. They're congratulating him." Chan said with a sigh.

"Oh."

"Can't remember the guys name exactly. Han something. Like Han JaeHyung." He said.

Minho sighed when he heard the name 'Han' mentioned. It only brought back a blood rush to his face of all the time he had spent with Jisung. He missed him already, but he knew they probably would never speak again.

Chris seemed to grow worried when he saw the look on his brothers face, "Are you okay..?" He asked placing his hand on the boys cheek.

Tears started to flow slowly down Minho's cheeks, the full realization only now hitting him. How had he not thought of this? He would never talk to Jisung again.. ever..

The boy shook his head and closed his eyes tight, trying to fight off the thought.

"What? What wrong?" Chan asked sitting up to look at him, but Minho only looked away. He couldn't tell his brother. Not now.

"I can't.." Minho said shuftiny to get up off the bed, "I have to go anyways. I'm sorry." He said, already rushing to leave the house.

He heard his brother call after him as he ran off, but he didn't dare to look back. He knew what he was doing.

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