Disenchanted (Completed)

Epilogue

Minho watched Dori warming up to the other two, playing with them on the carpeted floor. He had paperwork sprawled across the dining table, but it can wait. It was nearly 5 in the afternoon, the orange sunray passing through the windows and inside the living room. It hit Minho's brown hair and it came off as a light shade of the original color.

He loved passing his tines like this. It was peaceful, at least for him. It never bothered him when it gets lonely and it was, most of the time.

His tranquil time with his cats was disrupted by small yelps of a dog, and Minho was sure it was just outside his front door. He would have chosen to ignore it, but soon, it was scratching at the door and Minho hates to have the dog leave marks on it. Groaning internally, he rose from the carpet and headed to the door. He was so going to scold the owner of the dog. What if it's a stray dog? Worse.

Minho turned the knob and pulled the door opened, just a slight to take a look at the creature behind it.

A small dog. Explains the tiny yelps, Minho thought. He stepped out to pick the dog up, when he brought it into his arms he felt oddly familiar with it. It seemed delighted to have Minho answer the door. Scratching its ears, Minho moved his head to take a look at the collar hoping it had its name.

"B," Minho said out loud. No wonder the dog's familiar. "Berry?"

"Berry!" Minho perked up at the voice of a young girl running toward his direction—or rather, the dog's. The sunlight hitting his face and burned his sight, he had to put a hand above his eyes to take a good look at the girl. Had he only noticed that a man was catching up with her. His breath hitched at the sight of him.

Why?

Chan stopped in his tracks when he spotted Minho. Their eyes met, but only for an abrupt moment because the little girl grabbed the hem of Minho's shirt. She stared with so much wonder at Minho and trailed her gaze to the dog in his arms. "Berry never goes to strangers, Mister," She had said.

Minho would part his lips to answer, but the kid didn't give him a chance when she turned her back on him, jumping in her spot as she waved at Chan. "Berry's good! Berry's here!"

Stunned for a moment, Minho saw Chan shook his head with a grin. The man was just how he looked like from the article Minho have read yesterday. Dressed in a different suit, but clearly still was an exquisite design. His hair wasn't dark brown though and wasn't styled up slickly, instead it was a messy blonde, possibly from running after the little girl. Then something clicked inside Minho when Chan was close as an arm's length.

He slapped Chan with his free hand. Hard.

There was something more—the fury that Minho had never felt ever since the Australian left. Minho wanted to punch him, he wanted to hurt him. But he fought the urge to, for the sake of the kid who was already stunned at what Minho did.

"Minho—"

"Kid's yours?" Minho asked, not even knowing what he was talking about. But his mind was fogged with anger that he wanted to lash out on Chan. The blonde's cheek were red and Minho knew it stung, it probably did not hurt as much as Minho was for the past 7 seven years of waiting and hoping, and only to find Chan with his kid. He knew better than to assume it was his, but the more he stared at the child, the more Chan's features were visible. Minho put Berry down and then crossed his arms.

"It's not what you think it is, Min," Chan kept his voice low, falling patient for he knew it was his fault that Minho was furious. "She's not my kid."

"Then whose?" Minho snapped, getting even more distressed when he reminded himself about the article. The headline. The image of Chan and that governor's daughter. "Chan, I saw the news. There is no way you're going to lie to me now."

"Minho, baby, listen," Minho cringed at the name, but let Chan continue on. "Anna is my sister's kid, I just took her with me since no one was able to watch over her and since I badly need to see you again, I brought her with me."

"What are you even doing here? You're getting married."

"You saw the article, huh?" Minho felt the easiness in Chan's voice, was he thinking this was a joke? "Min, I'm not going to marry my brother's fiancee, am I?"

"Brother's fiancee," The brunette raised an eyebrow. But he felt his body become less tense, the feeling of anger was washed away by extreme relief and had only realized he was stupid for reacting first before hearing Chan's side of the story. "Then what are you doing here exactly?"

"Well, I'm actually here for some business matters and since my parents really can't really get a hold of me when I came back to Australia years ago, they promised they'd let me do anything I want in exchange of taking care of the company. So, here I am," Chan moved his hands to rub the back of his neck. Minho was shocked. Chan had been trying to get himself out of his parents' grip in those 7 years and he was just here, neglecting Chan with all his might.

"I-I'm sorry I slapped you," Minho bit the inside of his cheeks, feeling utterly stupid as of the moment. God, if the ground would open and eat him up Minho wouldn't complain.

Chan's face softened, reaching out to pull Minho in an embrace—just the way Minho had always liked it. "I love you, Min, I always do. I'm sorry for making you wait for so long, but I'm here to make it up. Please don't be mad at me anymore."

There it was, the strong feeling that would eat Minho's mentality up and sent him into a bawling mess, clutching at Chan's expensive jacket. He felt small arms wrapped themselves around his legs and when he took a moment to pull away from Chan, Minho witnessed that Anna was hugging him from below which made his heart melt. He knelt down to meet her teary eyes. "Are you going to cry?" Minho had asked.

"Uncle Chris looked sad, and when h-he's sad, I get sad too," she managed to choke out as Berry began to lick her cheeks.

"Don't worry, I'm just happy to see someone so dear in my life," Chan responded with an equal fondness plastered across his face as Minho.

"Is he that husband you told me about, Uncle Chris?" Minho shot Chan a look and the Australian just chuckled. He was glad that Anna understood, despite being a young kid. Anna's eyes were suddenly sparkling. "Is he coming with us to Australia?"

Chan opened his mouth.

"Definitely," But Minho cut him off and spoke first.

believe me when i tell u i tried making it sad, but i just suck at happy endings
anyways, hope u enjoyed the story! ♡