𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 133

On Saturday Jisung was a hot mess. He got up today and was feeling a little bit better after having a conversation with Chan, but he was still sad.

He knew there had to be a way for him to tell Minho about this in person, but if his dad found out about any of that stuff it would all be over.

He asked Chan to spread the message for him, but the elder said that Jisung needed to break the news himself. Jisung knew he had a good point, but that didn't mean he felt any better about it.

When his dad got home from running errands at about 1pm, things were still super tense between them. His father still wasn't looking him in the eye.

The two of them had barely spoken a word since their fight, so when he called Jisung down to have lunch with him it was a slight surprise.

Jisung absolutely didn't want to because he knew how these things usually went; an awkward conversation about whatever problems were going on, but the younger really didn't have much of a choice.

Jisung made sure he had his good luck sweater on from Minho and made his way down the stairs. He had been wearing that sweater since Thursday night and the only time he took it off was to have a shower.

His dad had no idea where he got the sweater.

"Jisung," his dad was laying two plates of food on the table when he got into the kitchen, "I think we need to talk." He didn't even bother to look up at the person he was speaking to.

The closest he got to looking at Jisung was looking in his direction. That was his new thing now; looking near Jisung, but never at him.

"I can't imagine why." Jisung took a seat across the table. For the past two days Jisung hadn't felt hungry at all. It was like there was constantly a brick in his stomach weighing him down.

The man let out a breathy sigh, "I know you're mad at me for all this but when you're older you'll thank me." He looked past Jisung's head into the kitchen behind him as if the younger wasn't even sitting there.

"Doubt it." Jisung couldn't help but mutter.

Another sigh from his dad, "Just have something to eat. You always get moody when you haven't had enough food." He suggested as if to partially change the topic.

"Not hungry." Jisung was very fixed on the idea of not having a whole conversation with his dad right now. Give him a few weeks and maybe he'll think about it.

"You must be hungry, you've barely eaten a peice of toast since yesterday." He still wasn't looking at Jisung as he spoke.

"I'm sick."

"Jisung just eat something, anything. The only reason you're so upset about this is because you aren't thinking right." He pushed the boys plate of food slightly closer to him.

Just the sight of the sandwich and tomato salad sitting on the plate made Jisung want to hurl. There was no way he could stomach anything right now.

Jisung didn't bother to respond to the accusation. His father thought he was blowing things out of proportions, but this was the equivalent of when he lost Jisung's mother.

"Listen, Jisung," he said after about a minute of silence, "This whole thing is just one big mess and we all have to make big decisions. I'm trying my best and going to therapy for you, so why can't you try your best and let Minho go?"

Jisung clenched his jaw to stop from responding.

"Someday you'll run into something that actually hurts and you'll look back on this and think it was silly of you to be so mad."

Still no response from Jisung.

Realizing that this was getting no where, Mr. Han decided to change the topic of conversation, "You should think about what to do when this starts to get media attention."

Jisung raised his head now, "What? Why would the media even care about this?"

The man across the table gave him a look, "Mr. Lee is a very successful business man; anything to do with his 'perfect' son and a soon to be convicted psychopath is going to be a big hit with the news broadcasts. With any luck you'll be kept anonymous."

Jisung thought about that, realizing that it made perfect sense, but then another thought popped into his head that he had totally forgotten about since their fight, "Has Jeong-Hoon been arrested yet..?"

Hus dad gave him a confused look, "No, you still have to go give you're statement to the police. Have you forgotten?"

Jisung blushed a little bit, "Oh, yeah.." he had forgotten. But if he was going to the police station, so was Minho – maybe he could sneak in a little conversation with him while his dad wasn't looking.

"Could I say goodbye to Minho?" He suddenly found himself asking this out loud and the look on his dad's face made him regret it.

"God no. The last thing that kid deserves is a goodbye." He scoffed and moved some of the food on his plate around.

"Please? Just for like two minutes so I can say bye? I promise not to talk to him again after that?" Jisung pleaded with him, not willing to give up just so soon.

His dad didn't respond for a moment, seemingly thinking about it. Did that mean he was considering the idea? Maybe..

"Fine. I give you two minutes to tell him you two are never talking again and for him to fuck off—but that's it. No more of you sneaking around to talk to him or I will assume you chose him. Got it?"

Jisung nodded quickly, agreeing to he conditions.

Choosing Minho meant being disowned.