𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 116

Did Jisung know that Felix's outburst was probably caused by being under a lot of stress and pressure? Yes, he did, but that didn't stop him from wondering if all he had said was true.

Felix would never say something like that, especially to Jisung, if he didn't have a reason to. What could the reason be other than the truth.

Jisung came to the conclusion that Felix was probably a ticking time bomb, waiting for the perfect opportunity to let all of this information out, and his run in with Chan had simply sent him over the edge.

As soon as Felix had slammed the door behind himself, Jisung let go of a breath he had been holding, and started to let the tears roll down his pink cheeks.

Not only was it like a punch to the stomach stomach have Felix, his best friend, say all of that about him, but it was also humiliating.

How long had Felix thought those things? What if he told them to other people? What if their entire friend group knew how Felix felt—

Or rather Felix's friend group.

Chan, Hyunjin and the others, maybe accept Minho, were all Felix's friends that he had been introduced to. It almost made him want to throw up to know that all of them thought about Jisung like that.

Had they told Felix behind his back? Had they had a conversation about how much all of them thought he was annoying, and only pretended to like him because they felt bad about Minho?

That thought was just as bad, imaging the things they all might have said about him... his mind traveled back to how Jeong-Hoon had described him not so long ago,

You're so childish.

You're a slut.

You're a whore.

You're a loner.

You're stupid.

You're ugly.

You're an idiot.

You're a disappointment

Had they called him those names? The people that he had actually grown to trust and care about saying the exact same things that Jeong-Hoon did.

Jeong-Hoon. The man that makes his life nothing but misery and anguish? That torments him nearly every day of his life? That made him feel like a heavy burden placed onto the shoulders of anyone he meets?

And his best friends.. acting just like him?

What about that day with Chan where he had picked him up from the park when he got stuck in a tree? He made it clear that he cared about Jisung and that he was a safe place. How could he say those things..

Jisung, curled up in his messy bed now, could only sniffle and look over at the candy on the nightstand.

It was a long standing tradition, that if one of them were to come to the other crying, they were supposed to set up candy and fuzzy blankets to make them feel better, so that was what Jisung had done.

He had picked all of Felix's favorite candy's from the pantry and collected every single fuzzy blanket in the house and placed them neatly on the bed.

But all for nothing.

Felix had even made it past the front entrance.

There was a tiny knock on the door, drawing Jisung's attention. What could his father possibly want from him right now.

"Jisung, hunny, can I come in?" The man asked in a voice that he only used when he felt bad for someone and wanted to be kind.

Or when he pitied someone.

Jisung didn't answer, preparing for his father to come barging in anyway. That's what he always did.

"Okay, Jiji. I'll be somewhere around the house, you come get me when you're ready, okay?" Jisung could hear his footsteps start to walk away down the hallway, and immediately felt sad.

He had wanted his dad to come in, he wanted a hug.

He quickly got out of the blankets, feeling the cold air hit his skin, and rushed into the hallways, spotting his dad at the top of the stairs, "Wait, Appa.." he called out weakly.

His dad wasted no time in going to hug the young boy, seeing tears streaming down his face. He rubbed small circles into his back, "I heard that fight with Felix.." he mentioned.

"Mm.." was all Jisung could hum in response.

"You two have been best friends since forever and, to my recolection, you've never actually had a fight before. At least not like this one." His voice vibrated against Jisung's head, the younger burying his face in the hug.

"I don't think we're friends anymore." Jisung whispered.

"What? You have to be. Theres no way a tiny fight like this could break the two of you apart. Don't you remember the chocolate cake at the Cafe?" He reffered to their weekly visits to a certain Cafe.

Jisung hated to think about it, "I know, but he made it all so clear. It was obvious he had been thinking about all of that for quite some time." He mumbled.

"Or maybe it was all just word vomit. I heard a few things that I can pin point as bull crap." He laughed a bit, but Jisung didn't, "Why did Felix get mad at you anyway?"

Jisung sighed, "He was having a relationship problem and I tried to give him advice. I probably shouldn't have because I have no more of a clue than him anyway.. and then he got mad." He admitted, leaving out certain details, "I shouldn't have tried so hard to be helpful. I should have just givin him a shoulder to cry on and comforting words."

He man sighed,

"Why do you always blame yourself?"