𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 117

Minho was in a good mood, having just spent the day with Jisung, huddled up in his apartment.

They had watched a movie; which Jisung did not fall asleep to, they made pancakes together, and they sat and talked about endless things for so long.

Jisung, despite him still not fully trusting Minho, seemed very at ease as well, so that was good. Maybe it was the relaxed environment, or maybe that there was basically no way for his father to know, or that he was just generally comfortable around Minho.

No matter why he was having such a good time though, hearing Jisung crack jokes and smile and laugh and giggle was one of the cutest things most people would probably ever have the fortune of seeing.

Knowing that Jisung was having a lot of fun, was just as good as having a lot of fun himself. Was that what love was? Perhaps.

Anyway, regardless of what he had done earlier that day, he was now stopped at Chan's house, seeing if maybe everyone was still here.

If they weren't that was cool too though, he could probably just use the opportunity to make his brother make him some actually good food.

He didn't bother knock on the door, and simply entered the code to walk in. As soon as he was inside he knew that everyone was already gone, as there was no screaming, crying, fighting, hitting or even laughing going on.

Hanging out at Chan's house was always the most chaos for some reason.

"Hyung!" Minho called into the house once his shoes were off, receiving no answer. Chan had to be home though, where else would he be? He shouldn't be at work on a Saturday.

Minho kept walking through the house, seeing no sign of anyone until he got to the kitchen. Chan sat on a barstool at the island with his head slumped over into his palm, radiating depressed energy.

"Hyung?" Minho asked once more, finally receiving his brothers attention as he looked up from the counter, "What's wrong? You look sad.."

Chan sighed, removing his eyes from the younger brother, "Yeah, no it's fine. Im just thinking about something is all. How was your day with Jisung?" He asked, changing the subject.

Minho took a seat in the stool next to him, "It was good," he smiled hugely, "We watched a movie, talked, and even made pancakes together. It was so fun, and the best part was that he seemed to calm—like he trusted me."

There was a silence as Chan smiled at him, suddenly starting to cry. Minho had never seen his older brother cry, at least not recently, so this was a bit of a shock, and took him a moment to figure out what to do.

"Channie? What's wrong? Did something happen while I was out—do I need to beat some ass for you?" He asked, reaching out to place his hand on the elders forearm.

Chan just shook his head, leaning down and placing his head in his hands, "I did something stupid and I feel so bad about it, but I had to..." he hickupped.

Minho started to rub circles onto the skin with his thumb, something that Chan commonly did the calm him down, "What? Tell me, hyung, I promise no matter what the issue is, my ears are open for you." He smiled, though Chan wasn't able to see it.

Chan was silence for a moment, lifting his red face to look at Minho. His eyes were red and his cheeks were pink, his nose running slightly, "I told Felix that I liked him." He admitted.

Minho was not expecting that and made a surprised, but knowing face, "Oh.." was all he knew to say.

"Don't say it like that – I know this is bad, but I not even the worst part." He sighed, rubbing his wet tears away as they slid over his smooth skin.

"Do tell." Minho leaned in.

"You know how he likes me back, well... I lead him on. We told eachother how we felt, and I think I kind of made I seem like I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't – well I did, but I knew I couldn't. Anyway, when he tried to kiss me I stopped him and said something stupid about 'we shouldn't'.." he sounded guilty as he told the story.

"Well I think you did the right thing in not kissing him, right? Because he's underage?" Minho tried to make the situation better.

Chan shrugged, "I guess so.. but his face when he pulled back – ah! Minho I feel so bad about this! I was so rude to even tell him I had feeling in the first place, knowing we couldn't date.."

Minho nodded, "He's turning 18 this year anyway, so you can just kiss him then." He suggested.

Chan sighed again, "That's all the way in September. He'll have lost feeling by then I guarantee. Maybe I should just kiss him anyway – I mean it's not like he's 12. He's nearly fully grown and super mature.."

"In this situation in particular it has way more to do with his consent – and yours – than the legal aspect. He's fully capable of making his own decision at 17 and it's not like you're pressuring him."

Chan nodded, seeing his point, "I guess so. But after today's incident, I doubt he'll even want to kiss me again. I know I wouldn't..." he said coldly.

"Stop being so dramatic. He's obviously head over heals for you, so just accept that. My guess is he won't lose feelings by September." Minho smiled.

Chan nodded, "I hope so.."