𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 78

After a while of winter break, Jisung had started to get bored. He had nothing to do and often spent his time writing down his thoughts. By the time one and a half weeks had passed, he had filled an entire journal.

Not the one that Minho gave him, but an old one that was more like a school book. Maybe it was unhealthy to obsessively scribble his thoughts onto page after page until his hand was physically cramping, but that's what he was doing.

He felt like it was an outlet for his emotions. He used to confide in Felix, but lately he's felt way too guilty to bring his best friend down like that. They were his own problems after all.

It was time for Jisung to suck it up and be Felix's therapist instead. Felix had always been so kind and caring, he deserved it.

There was a knock on his bedroom door suddenly, causing Jisung to zone back into reality.

"Hello?" He asked spinning around in his desk chair to get a good view of the door.

"Hey Jisung, can we talk for a moment?" He recognized his father's voice immediately and sighed lightly. Not this again.

"Sure." He answered.

He peaked his head through the door before slipping in and taking a seat on the bed, patting the place next to him for Jisung to sit down as well.

Carefully, the boy did as he was asked. What was this all about? Was he going to get mad at him.

His father had tried to be more active in Jisungs life a while ago, but ultimately got much to anxious being away from his work and relapsed. This happened about two times since the start of September.

It also got much worse after Jisung had came out as gay, being that the man had no idea how to react and suddenly felt uncomfortable around his own child.

"I want to have a serious talk with you Jisung," He said firmly, "and I'd appreciate it if you gave me your full attention."

Jisung nodded cautiously, the expression on his dad's face was completely unreadable to the teenager and he was worried about what was to come.

The man took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd like to say something that I've never said before." He glanced at Jisung, almost as if to ask for approval.

Jisung nodded again and urged him to continue.

"I thought that it was implied.. but I know now that its not." He paused, "When you first came out to me, I was uncomfortable, but I thought that the fact that I didn't get mad or kick you out of the house was the same thing as accepting you. It's not."

Jisung bit his lip, looking away. Was his father going to say something stupid? Was he going to finally say it...

"I want you to know Jisung, no matter who you are or what you do with your life, gay or not, I love you. I accept you for you. You're my son, my only son, and I would hate myself beyond belief if I managed to lose you. I feel so incredibly guilty if I've made you feel unwanted or not enough, like I chose my work over you, and I will do anything to make it up to you."

Jisung was unable to look his father in the eyes, because he knew if he did he would start to cry. He had been waiting forever to hear that from him and to actually heat it was... amazing.

"Please accept my apology and we can move forward together?" He asked, placing his hand on the top of Jisungs head.

Jisung shut his eyes closed tight to try and stop the tear but they came anyway, running over his cheeks and down to his neck, falling onto the floor. His father didn't seem to notice until he heard his uneven breathing and soft gasps.

"Jiji?" He asked.

When Jisung started to cry harder he took it back, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't call you by nicknames.." he said softly.

Jisung shook his head fast, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you away!" He cried out loud, putting his face in his hands.

The man reached over and pulled the boy to his chest, resting his chin on the top of his head.

"It's okay.." he whispered, "I'm going to start therapy as well. I tried to deal with it on my own, but I can't. I'm not strong enough to stop on my own.." he reffered to his obsession with work.

Jisung couldn't help but smile. He was.. proud. He was proud of his father for making that step instead of hurting the both of then further.

"I promise you Jisungie, I'm going to give you something you haven't had since you were nine..." he smiled, "I'm going to give you a parent. Not just any parent though, one who cares about you. One that's invested, one that would sacrifice the world and anything in it for you. One that loves you."

Jisung reached up and clamped onto his father. The words meant so much more than he thought they would. For once in such a long time, he really felt seen.

And not the way Minho sees him, he felt seen in a good way. In a loving way.

"I'm gonna make your mother proud, Ji.."