<Arranged> | •Jeongho•

Chapter 6

*Jeongin's POV*

I woke up to sunshine on my face coming through the gap of the blinds. There was Minho infront of me. Eyes still puffy, pouty lips yet so pretty.

'He didn't deserve what happened to him nor it was his mother's fault.' Yet he still had to go through all these things.

I tried to get up, but he was cuddling my hand like a munchkin. 'So cutee' I thought. I shaked my hand out as softly as possible and went towards the washroom.

I brushed my teeth then took a quick shower and went downstairs to make some breakfast, Pancakes. (A/n: its 1 in the morning and I'm craving some damn pancakes😭)

It was around 10, I thought of playing some songs. 'free love seems good' I played the songs and got the batter ready.

I turned on the stove as I hummed along the music.

"What are you making?"

I heard a tiny voice from behind. I turned off the music and glanced at him, while pouring a little of the batter.

"Some pancakes for us" I say with a little smile.

"Only make them for yourself, I don't want to eat" He left after without letting me say anything.

*Time skip*

I somehow managed to get Minho to finally eat something after 3-4 hours.
It was stir kimchi fried rice.

"Hyung you have to eat this! It's noon and you haven't eaten!" I try to be stern as possible.

"Innie, I said I don't want to eat just goo" He was scrolling through the photos of his mother.

I keep the dish aside and say, "Hyung I know this is hard for you, it was just a day before. I don't know your pain but I am trying my best to help you, so let me."

I picked up the dish and brought up a bite to his mouth. Little hesitant but took a bite and finally ate.

I did most of the work that day, and Minho.. well he was still mourning about all of what's happened. It was evening by the time I had finished my work, I went to check up on him, my poor baby.

I got to his room to find him going through some photo albums, looking at pictures.. of his mom. I just quietly sat beside him, looking at him.

"She left too.. early" He said, breaking the silence. His voice felt so so sad. It really broke my heart just to even look at him.

"You know, when- when I was 10.. we used to live in the US, so every Thursday, after school she used to take me for a whole day out.. I usually had no classes on Friday. Pizzas, Ice-creams, all the good shit." He looked at me, paused for a moment and gave me a photo.

"This photo was taken by my father, before he died by getting shot. Turned out that there was an undercover hitman there, the guy it was hired for found out.. he sent his men there to shoot him. My father got sh-shot" He finished the last sentence, tears rolled down his face. 

I knew I couldn't do much but be there to take care of him..

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An update after decades!

plus a very very short chapter. (very sorry to disappoint)

trying to add more to the story little quick, might skip some things..

some part of my thinks why had i started this story, knowing very well i cant be creative enough for stories..

trying my best!

Hope everyone/everything is going good!

-Shivi_