𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 153

There was still a whole day until they could go back to court. Jisung hoped that within the next few court dates something would break and this would all be over.

Maybe he would break. Who knows?

The fact that his dad was still sending hating on the very existence of Minho's breathing was no surprise, but it was also no help. He wished the man would simply,

Stop.

He made everything so much more complicated, especially during a time that Jisung so badly just wanted to curl up with Minho and pretend all their problems were floating away.

No, screw that, and pretend that they simply didn't have any problems to begin with. Too bad they did have problems—and big ones at that.

Jisung lay on his bedroom floor. He hadn't cleaned it up for a while and it was beginning to look like a huge mess. The only reason he used to keep it clean was because his dad said so, but now his dad never came in his room anyway.

Who cares anymore? Not Jisung.

"Jisung?" There was a knock on his bedroom door and he didn't respond. He expected his father to go away like he always would when he didn't respond.

Instead though, the door creaked open and his father peeked in, "Jisung? What are you doing on the floor? It's filthy in here.."

Jisung closed his eyes pretending that his father wasn't talking to him. He didn't need that negative energy infesting his depression hole right now.

The man sighed and stepped inside regardless, swinging the door shut and going to take a seat on the messed up bed. "I have to tell you something, and I think you'll like what it is."

Jisung groaned, "I've had enough of you already, Appa. Unless youre about to tell me that you were wrong about Minho and I can drive over to his house right now and kiss him, I don't wanna hear it."

There was a long silence.

"Well..." the man said, as if to hint that Jisung was right. The teenager sprung to sit up, staring up at his dad with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I'm not saying this for sure, but Yujun convinced me to give Minho a chance."

Jisung got up off the cold hardwood floor, not believing his own ear. "No shit? You're not messing with me right now?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'll get to know Minho and if it turns out I was wrong about him.. I'll let you two see eachother again."

Tears pickled at Jisung's eyes, "For real..?" He whispered.

The man stood up off the bed, "For real.." he said back in a quiet voice.

Jisung started smiling, then started crying, then a little bit of laughter. He had to repeat his father's words in his head before he was obliged to believe them. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Appa—"

"Don't get your hopes up quite yet. I still have a feeling I won't be Minho's biggest fan." He warned quickly.

"But Appa, you can't go into this hating him! If you don't go into it with a blank slate no wonder you'll hate him," Jisung pointed out, tears still streaming down his face.

"How can I go into this with a blank slate? That's impossible Jisung." He shook his head, "I have my opinions, he just has to change them."

"But if you don't want to change your opinions you won't, and then how is he supposed to convince you?" Jisung sniffed, "Just try to find the qualities in him that make me like him so much."

"He had no qualities Jisung, the only thing you like about him is his manipulative personality—"

Jisung cut him off now, "See, Appa, this is what im talking about! You have to at least try to see him from my point of view? To see the boy that punched Jeong-Hoon in the nose?"

JaeHyung had to admit, when Minho punched Jeong-Hoon he did gain a little bit of respect for the boy. Not an awful lot though.

The man sighed, "Fine, I will try. Will you try to see why I hate him?"

"I've been there done that, Appa. I thought of him the same way you do for a solid two months, but eventually I gave up on trying to criminalize him."

'He's just so cute..' Jisung thought to himself.

"Sure." The man said, "Whatever you say." He stepped back to leave the room before pausing and looking around.

Jisung groaned, "I know it's messy, leave me alone. You're the one that made me this depressed in the first place." He muttered.

The man rolled his eyes, "Well, with your new found hope of a romantic relationship with Minho, you should put your energy into cleaning this place up—I've been looking for that mug everywhere."

Jisung sighed, "Fine. I'll clean up my room—but only because your giving Minho a chance."

His dad smiled a tiny bit, "Alright. Love you, Jiji."

Jisung froze at the nickname but the door was already closing. Not to mention that this was the first time his dad had said 'I love you' in a long while.

"Love you too.." Jisung called out weakly, sniffing his nose.

"Love.." he repeated.