𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 146

"You idiot, you idiot, you idiot—"

"Shush Christopher." Their father snapped, stopping his child's constant rambling, "I can't think with you repeating that a million times over, I think he knows." He motioned to his younger son.

"I'm sorry, he just looked so smug I couldn't take it anymore." Minho said the last part through gritted teeth, "I'm done being a coward, if he wants to fight, I'll fucking fight—"

"No you won't." Ms. Kang threw him a warning glance, "This is seriously bad Minho. You may have just comprised the entire case—now you look like the monster."

"It was bad enough that Jeong-Hoon was so good at lying." Chan pointed out from the far end of the room, near the door. They were in Ms. Kang's office trying to sort this whole ordeal out – since two hours ago.

"I know." Minho was getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. Jisung was humiliated, scared and exhausted, and Jeong-Hoon took pride in that.

That son of a bitch.

"What's worse is that you said you would kill him. Do you have any idea how bad of a thing that was to say? You could have said literally anything else and it would be better." His father sighed, finally taking a seat in one of the sofa chairs.

"I know." Minho hissed.

"If you knew then why did you do it?" The man asked, giving him that same 'you're a shameful disappointment' look he always did.

"I wasn't thinking straight! He was so happy of what he had done to Jisung and he thought he would get away with it and I just—I just snapped."

Minho knew that if his father hadn't pulled him back he would have probably would have beaten Jeong-Hoon until his stupid eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was.. dead.

Not an ounce of humor or regret in the sentence.

When he said he would kill Jeong-Hoon, he had meant it. Now that he was in his right mind though, he would never dare. Jisung would see him as a murderer.

"You should be glad that I can work all of this shit out, Minho. On my watch the most you'll get is some extra attention from the security." His father let out a deep sigh.

"Hey, I think you guys have lectured him enough." Chan stepped up, placing his hand on Minho's shoulder, "I'll just take him home for now and he can get some rest for, you know, the second hearing."

Their father sighed, "You're such an older brother. Fine you can take him home – but Minho, this doesn't mean you're off the hook."

Minho nodded, right now simply being glad that Chan still saw him as his baby brother. Sometimes he hated being protected like a child, but right now, God was he thankful.

. . .

"I'm sure you won't do it again though." Chan may or may not have ended up giving him a small, more loving, talk about this whole thing when they got home.

Well, not home. Minho had insisted that he didn't want to be alone so Chan had brought him to his own place. He figured he would probably end up nursing Minho to sleep as he cried.

"No, I swear to God I'm not going to do it again. I just got so mad Chris—he, he was hurting Jisung so bad. I had to do something." He was sitting on the couch with his legs to his chest.

Chan sat down beside him, letting the younger rest his head on his lap so he could lay down. Sure, they could have simply went to the bedroom, but that was so far away.

Minho wanted rest now.

"I believe you. I know how much you hate causing violence like that."

When Chan had said it he wasn't expecting Minho to completely burst out in tears. Before he could comfort him though, Minho immediately confessed, "But I did want to—Chan if no one stopped me I would have killed him! I don't wanna be like that Hyeong, I don't wanna be a murderer,"

He used the term 'Hyeong' to refer to his older brother, something he hadn't done.. ever.

Minho used his arms to cover his face, not wanting to see Chan's reaction to this. Chan would be so disappointed.

"Aw, Minho. You're not a murderer and you never will be. You were aggravated and pissed off and Jeong-Hoon has been working to push you off the edge for years now. As long as you know that you don't want to kill him, you won't." He had a gentle smile on his face, caressing Minho's messy hair.

He'd done his hair before the court hearing, but upon the rough past three hours that he'd had, it got messed up.

"You need sleep Minho." The elder said, carefully helping him up to a sitting position. Minho opened his mouth to speak, but Chan cut him off before he could, "Yes, Minho, I can stay with you overnight. Just come to my room okay?" He laughed a bit when Minho blushed.

How had Chan already known what he was going to say? No matter though, as long as he got cuddles, right? That's That's that really matters.

Chan thought back to Minho's confession, he had called the elder 'Hyeong', a term used for older brothers. Minho never called him that—anymore.

He wondered if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. Maybe Minho just wasn't thinking about it and it slipped, maybe Minho meant it as a good thing.

God, the boy could be so hard to read.

Minho held onto Chan's arm as the two of the walked down the hallways and up the stairs to the elders bedroom. Minho didn't even try to change out of his street clothes before jumping into the bed, but Chan stopped him, "Go get changed into some Pj's, Minho, you aren't getting into my bed with that dirt all over you.

Minho sighed, groaning heavily, "Fiinne." He stretched the word out as he grabbed a few things from Chans closet and got going. The two of them were used to sharing clothes.

They were the same height so it didn't really matter in the long run.

. . .

When Minho got back, Chan was already in he'd reading a book of sorts and getting ready to fall asleep.

Minho grinned, lipping under the sheets and  sticking his face directly where Chan was trying to read. The elder sighed, placing the book down and looking at his brother.

"You ready to go to sleep now?" He asked, as if he were Minho's father or something.

Minho nodded, "Yes sir."

Chan put the book on the nightstand and pulled Minho into a hug, settling his head on  his Chest. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"Good.. ish." He muttered, actually feeling like shit, but his brother already knew that.

"Mm." Chan responded, humming a small tune.

Just as he used to do when Minho had nightmares as a child. What else was he supposed to do?

Not like their dad was going to help.