Illegal - Minsung

0.5. More Memories

Saturday rolled around again before Minho knew it and his and Felix's fake parents left the house at an unreasonable hour to head to work leaving Minho to wonder whether they were fit to be parents at all. He voiced these concerns to Felix who simply replied with, "you think the doctors care about us? They'll send us off with anyone as long as they get rid of us and our parents? They only want us for the money they get." Minho was inclined to agree.

Whilst waiting for Chan, Minho and Felix played Mario Kart together and if there was one thing that was becoming increasingly clear about Minho's old life, it was that he played a hell of a lot of Mario Kart.

"How are you so good if you don't even remember playing it?" Felix complained, "you're not supposed to be good."

"Sorry what was that you said? I couldn't really hear you over my victory music," Minho joked, "but seriously it just felt so natural maybe in my old life I just sat all day everyday and played Mario Kart," he joked.

"Sounds plausible," Felix replied and at that point they heard a knock on the door. Felix ran to open it and there stood Chan with his trusty laptop and notebook.

"Good morning Felix," Minho heard him speak from in the hallway, "and good morning Minho," he spoke again as he entered the lounge.

"Good morning hyung, is it possible to add really unnaturally good at Mario Kart to my profile?" Minho asked straight away causing Chan to smile revealing his dimples.

"Every little bit of information helps I suppose," the oldest laughed at he logged onto his laptop and took a seat on the sofa.

"I'll start with you Felix have you thought of anything else?" Chan asked and Felix opened to a page in his notebook where he had drawn a sketch (Minho wasn't sure if he could really call it that) it was simple enough just a 'V' shape with a smiley face drawn inside it but Chan's brow seemed to furrow as he wrote it onto the website.

"There's something else as well and I think it might be big but I don't know if it relates to me, a friend or him," Felix told Chan who nodded.

"Well tell me anyway and we'll write it on and figure it out later," Chan looked up from his laptop to meet Felix's nervous gaze. Minho knew how the younger felt and he was sure that Chan would too, any slight possibility of any information meaning anything and there was an incessant need to cling on to it. It was a feeling that Minho had a love-hate relationship with.

"I remember the year 1999," Felix said and quickly backtracked, "not that I remember being there because I'm pretty sure I was born in 2000 but I mean that I remember it has some kind of significance," he said and Chan noted it down.

"That sounds like it could be important though," Chan said, "it's usually things like that that kickstart bigger things, it also narrows your search again to 8," he spoke and Minho saw a glint enter Felix's eyes.

"Minho your turn, what have you thought of this week?"

"Only two things," Minho said as he hung his head slightly, "I think I keep trying to think of things and it's stopping them coming through naturally," he admitted. Chan typed before a second before lifting his head and thinking on Minho's words for a moment.

"A lot of people get like that, they try so hard to think of things that it stops the natural thoughts coming through, I know it sounds hard and it is hard, we've all been there but the more you push the past to the back of your mind and attempt to live this life for a while, the more you'll remember," Chan advised and Minho soaked in every piece of advice he was offered. If there was any way he could get even one person closer to finding the boy he loved then Minho would do whatever it took.