𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 137

When Minho's DM exploded with messages from people he had barely ever even spoken a word to, he knew it had happened. The public eye was now well aware of what a fuck up Mr. Donghae Lee's son was.

What a disappointment.

He was even more discouraged to see that his sexual preferences were plastered all over every article—not to mention poor Jisung who had been sucked into this whole mess.

Minho was still suffering from the after effects of the worst part of the break up; the point in time where the fresh wound was still open and bleeding. Vulnerable to pesky bacteria.

Minho had been laying in bed with his phone on the nightstand when all the messages started to come ringing in. It was all the more painful to have to deal with it, especially reading about Jisung.

Everytime Jisung's name popped up it was like hammering another nail into his raw wound and his heart hurt a little more. The weight on his chest strengthening.

He had spent about an hour and a half picking through all the messages and reading articles people had linked. None of them truly captured the essence of what was going on and it was painful to see.

Somehow through all of the massages filtering in he had picked out one from Chan saying he was going to stop by—for no special reason. It was clear Chan had seen all the articles but was too nice to say anything about it.

Minho texted back saying he really just wanted to be alone, and for once Chan agreed. All he said was to call him when Minho was up for the discussion.

So, when he heard his apartment door open and close he just heaved a sigh, knowing that Chan had simply came anyway, though his claim not to.

He burried his head farther into the pillow kind of hoping he would just disappear. It wasn't long until his bedroom door was pushed open. "Please go away Channie.." he said, though his voice was cranky and muffled.

Silence.

"Chan, please go away – I told you I don't want company." He said it more firmly this time, still not wanting to look up and make eye contact.

"It's not Chris." His fathers voice swallowed him whole and he jolted to look over at him. His father was in his apartment..?

Since when did his father make those types of efforts..?

Minho didn't say anything and instead just waited for his dad to make some type of comment. About his hair. About his skin. About his clothes. About the mess in his room—any of the hundreds of things that pointed in the direction of 'DEEPLY DEPRESSED'.

"You look sick, Minho." Was what he ended up coming up with. It wasn't that creative but the point still went to him. "You need to get up and have a shower. Sitting here and moping around about what the internet has to say will do no good."

Minho sighed and closed his eyes, flopping down onto his bed facing away from his father. "The internet is the least of my problems." He muttered, apparently loud enough for his father to hear.

"Then why are you sitting here in a pile of trash and bedding? You seriously need to get your life together." He had a 'tsk' in his voice as he spoke.

"If you cared enough to go with me to the police station you'd know that me and Jisung broke up. If you can't tell, I'm kind of sad about it."

"Oh?" He heard footsteps shuffle closer, "Thats what this is all about? A breakup. I suppose you've never had one of those before have you? Well I'll tell you, the best thing to do is simply get over it."

Tears started to well in Minho's eyes. Get over it? Get over it? Minho wouldn't get over this for a long, long, while. "Thats not how this works. I'm not emotionless like you, I cared for him – so much – and now he's gone. For good."

"Well what do you want me to do about that?" He asked, "The best I can tell you is to get out of bed and have a shower for God's sake. That's an order Minho."

An order. Father's don't give 'orders'. Minho sat up without speaking and threw his blankets off of himself, not sparing his dad a look as he walked out of the room.

. . .

"I understand how this could he hard for you, but you need to be ready to go back to school soon. Try and get over with this as soon as possible."

Minho was fresh out of the shower when his dad said this, not even giving him time to adjust to his newly clean sheets, clean floor or the food that had been made for him. Sure sometimes his dad didn't show it, but this must he proof that he at least cared a little bit.

Minho laughed, "No, I'm never going back to that school. Ever."

His father gave him a weird look, "Oh yes you are. No one is even going to care about any of that—it'll pass in a week tops."

"No, the last time someone came out as gay he got so relentlessly bullied by everyone that he actually killed himself. Not. Fun." Minho made this very clear, "Not to mention that I'm an ex-bully. Without my squad by my side I'll be nothing, if anything, an even bigger target."

The man rolled his eyes, feeling like his child was being very overly dramatic. "Whatever you say, but you have to go back. School is only for 3 more month anyway—Jisung had to deal with a lot more than that."

Minho didn't respond. He knew his father was right and he didn't like it. He swallowed hard and turned away from him.

"3 months is still more than enough."