𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 106

As soon as I left Jisung's house at around 8pm, I immediately hopped in my car and went on my way to my brothers house. I needed to vent about how amazing my visit had been.

The two of us had sat in his room on the bed, only about a foot apart may I add, talking for two hours. We talked about everything and nothing, and ✨ holy shit ✨ was Jisung hot.

I swear to God, just watching him talk about the things he loved most made me want to grab onto his and kiss his perfect lips- but I didn't.

Yeah thats right, I have self control.

See, if that were the old me, I probably would have kissed him despite the fact that I know he's uncomfortable with that type of affection with me.

Look, if he wants to kiss my nose, forehead or temples, I won't hesitate to let him, but considering the shit that's happened, he probably wouldn't enjoy kissing me- yet.

No matter how long it takes, until he's ready to be completely open and comfortable with me, I'm just going to have to wait. I put myself in the position anyway, so how am I supposed to complain?

I don't expect him to vulnerable to me so soon is what I mean, and so I'll wait.

Anyway, after we were done talking he suggested that we watch a movie on his bed - which I was completely down for.

He ended up falling asleep beside me, and I was going to wake him up when the time rolled around that I should leave, but decided against it.

I left a note on his bedside table saying that I had to go, and I hope he finds that okay. I just didn't want to wake him up from such a peaceful sleep.

I'm actually fangirling so hard over how cute he was though. His cheeks smooshed against the pillow, lips slightly parted - not to mention his beautiful fluffy hair, that I will never get over.

He's just so perfect...

. . .

As soon as Minho was about to get out of his car and start for the front door of his brothers house, he realized that he needed to grab his jacket.

When he had left Jisungs house he didn't bother to put it on and simply stuffed it in the passenger seat.

He picked it up, about to leave when he felt something heavy hit against his thigh from one of the inside pockets. Minho furrowed his eyebrows and started to dig around, not remembering putting anything in there.

He soon pulled out a familiar book, immediately recognizing it as the one he had gifted to Jisung as a Christmas present.. the one with the confession written inside.

"How.." he whispered to himself, wondering why this was in his pocket, "Did Jisung put this hear?" He asked himself aloud.

Quickly opening the book he saw his own letter scrawled out on the first couple of pages, and then was surprised to see a new one on the pages after.

It was in a neat fine print hand writing, easily identified as Jisungs.

(The letter Jisung wrote is on Ch. 77 incase you forgot what it said)

Minho held his breath starting to read the note that had been addressed to him, and as he got deeper and deeper into the pages, he felt more and more.. emotional.

Though reading how Jisung truly felt hurt, a lot, it was also kind of nice. He read how Jisung hated him, and then how he loved him.

Some things also simply confused him; like, what did he mean by 'I enjoyed being your property'? Did he really? Or was that just in comparison to being Jeong-Hoon's property.

Just reading the note made his head hurt, and before long he was having a hard time seeing the message through his blurred tears.

Did Jisung really hate him?

Hate.

He guessed that it made sense, considering that this was written a while ago - like a month and a few weeks. Maybe his views have changed?

Should he make an effort to say something to Jisung about the letter, because it was obvious the younger had stuffed the book in his jacket while Minho wasn't looking.

Minho bit his lip, closing the book and placing his forehead against the steering wheel.

He didn't know what emotions that he was feeling right now, they were all just kind of going everywhere.

Hate.

"He hates me.." Minho whispered, whimpering to himself and he wrapped his arms around his torso, "Hate, Hate, Hate." He muttered

He sniffled for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly, "I have no right to be sad.." he scolded himself, "I'm the one that made him hate me - if I should be mad at anyone it should be myself."

And that was how he stayed, for the next twenty minutes. Maybe he would go talk to Chris soon.. but not right now.

Not right now...