Touch of Fate || Hyunlix

f i f t y - e i g h t

Upon walking out of the restaurant, Minho began to feel his body shake rapidly. He felt like crying at that moment, sure he was hoping for the worst when encountering Jun-woo but he never thought it could be as bad. Minho did know that his mother hated him, yet he still felt his heart sinking when he had heard the things she said. Minho got home within just a few minutes, failing to comprehend how he even managed to do it within such a short amount of time.

He threw himself onto the bed, placing a hand against his face whilst letting a few tears escape. Words couldn't describe how he felt in that very moment, because Minho felt everything and nothing at the same time. He didn't have any love left for his old family but hearing the words his mother spoke about him, made the wound in his heart deeper than it was beforehand.

He wasn't sure what to think, he still needed so many questions answered but couldn't as the person he wanted to talk to the most, had already passed away. Minho was beginning to feel lost, unable to comprehend what had happened without fearing for what is yet to come. Minho felt so lonely in that moment, yearning for someone's warmth to make him forget about everything for a brief moment. He felt cold, so cold. So alone... But then again, that's how he felt for the majority of his life.

Minho found himself almost out of breath from the excessive amount of crying he had done. He softly whimpered through his cry, like a little child would to his parents. Yet, Minho never knew how it felt to have his feelings acknowledged by his parents. The thought alone, made him slowly lose his mind growing slightly angry at his fate.

He sat up, trying to calm himself down. Wiping the tears off his face with his hands, only for the cry to get louder shortly after. 'I really am pathetic.' he thought to himself through a chuckle 'A man crying so much? Really, am I that weak?'

And just as he was about to reach his breaking point, Minho heard his phone ring loudly on the bedside table. He slowly reached out for his phone, smiling after seeing Jisungs contact name displayed on the screen.

"Are you feeling okay, Min?" Jisung asked worriedly

"...You always know when to call." Minho answered

"So that means, you aren't?" Jisung frowned

"I guess not? But I'll be okay in a little while." Minho chuckled

"Oh dear, it didn't go well?"

"I'm not so sure myself, he told me what he knew and... I wasn't expecting that my mother would... How do I even put this into words? Tell him that I had died." Minho paused in-between sentences letting out a sigh

Jisung stayed quiet for a moment, feeling shocked himself. "Why would she say such a thing...?"

"She always hated me."

"Min... You always have me, okay? I'll always love you, so don't feel like you're alone in this." Jisung reassured

"You're all I need anyway." Minho smiled though Jisung couldn't see

They spent the rest of their night chatting over the phone until the both of them fell into a deep slumber.

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A few days later.

Felix woke up to his alarm ringing, signaling that it was time to get ready for work. He grunted on his way to the bathroom, almost slipping on one of his shirts that made it onto the floor. Felix kicked away, providing him with more space inside the bathroom. He slowly put on his suit, styled his hair as he usually did before putting some perfume on. This time he chose Dior sauvage as one of his options. He checked himself out in the mirror before walking out of his apartment, only to get startled almost immediately by spotting a man dressed all in black waiting for him outside.