Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Sixty-One

"THOSE ARE SOME... PRETTY SERIOUS ACCUSATIONS, FELIX," MRS. LEE SAID AS SHE LEANED BACK IN her seat, threading her hands together in her lap. "But Mom it's – it's so obvious that something's going on." Felix pressed, his eyes squinting as he lips drew into a frustrated frown.

"You're basing all of this off of speculations... even if we did take this to the police, the chances are that they wouldn't take it seriously," she replied with a slight frown. Felix clenched his fists in annoyance, because he'd been so sure that his mother would take his side and at least check to see if Jisung was alright.

"It could just be a family issue, and," her voice lowered ever-so-slightly, "I don't think you should worry your brother with these theories, okay?" He opened his mouth to protest but she shook her head and stood, walking away into the kitchen to make lunch.

Minho had returned home the previous day, discharged from the hospital when his vital signs had shown themselves to be steady after several days, but he still couldn't move from his bed. Adults, he seethed as he stood himself with a huff.

With every day that he waited for some concrete proof, the sinking pit of dread in his stomach only grew; it was almost unbearable at that point. He knew that Minho still suffered from his injuries, and worrying when he literally couldn't get out of bed by himself probably wasn't the best, but Felix felt as though his brother deserved to know that something was wrong.

Jisung wasn't only important to Felix anymore; he was important to Minho, too – maybe even more so. He crept up the stairs and peeked into his brother's room, noticing that he was lying still on his bed, staring at the ceiling above with a strange, distant look.

"Minho...?" Felix called, shuffling into the room awkwardly, because even though they'd taken the first step, things were still very tense between the two. So much time spent wallowing in pain couldn't be erased by a single, fleeting moment.

It would take time, but eventually, things would go back to how they were.

"I... I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I think you deserve to know," he mumbled, gently shutting the door behind him. Minho looked up at him, eyebrows drawn in confusion. "I have reason to believe that Jisung's in... danger," he grimaced before letting out a soft sigh.

"What?" Minho attempted to sit up, before wincing and slowly lying back down. "I think something fishy is going on." He eyed the door before he slipped his phone out of his pocket and placed it in front of Minho's face. His eyes swept over the chat before he looked at Felix in alarm.

"But, nobody believes me," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I do. That doesn't seem like Jisung at all," he replied, before closing his eyes, hating that he was stuck to his bed like he was. "Did he ever tell you anything about his parents?" he questioned, because although he knew they weren't the nicest people on the face of the Earth, Jisung had never really gone into detail about them.

Minho nodded slowly, hesitation crossing over his features as he averted his eyes. "When we got together, the reason we kept it a secret from – from everyone was because he was worried that his parents would find out. They aren't very accepting of gay relationships, but that's all he told me," he stated tentatively, wondering if he should really be divulging this information to Felix.

Felix's eyes widened, and the final puzzle piece clicked into place at last. "That's it! It... it all makes sense now." He nodded at his brother before speeding away, leaving him without so much as a clue about what he'd discovered.

He leaned back and closed his eyes with a quiet sigh, hoping that Felix would be able to help Jisung – or at least verify that he was safe – since he was so clearly incapable of doing so. His streak of bad luck just kept on growing, didn't it?

~#~#~#~#~#~

"Hello, Mrs. Lee." Chan smiled awkwardly when the door to the house swung open. She blinked at him, her eyes reflecting her confusion. "Chan, it's been... a very long time since I've seen you," she said, and he averted his gaze, his smile slowly fading.

"Yeah, it has been a while..." he mumbled, before nervously looking up. "Is... is Minho well?" he questioned, and the woman nodded with a soft smile. "He's recovering. It'll take some time, but he was lucky that no permanent damage was inflicted on his body."

Chan nodded, fidgeting with his hand. "Would it be alright if I spoke to him, just for a few minutes?" He looked at her hopefully, and she looked down in thought before nodding. She figured it would do Minho some good to have some friends around for a little while, to take his mind off of his injuries.

"He's in his room." She stepped out of the way and let the man walk into the home. "Thank you, Mrs. Lee. I won't be long." He walked up the steps until he stood in front of Minho's bedroom door. Just as he was about to open the door, he froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

He shook his head and took a deep breath before pushing open the door; he'd already backed out once, and look where that got him. Minho looked up, expecting to see Felix standing there, but his heart stopped when he noticed Chan loitering in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Why... why are you here?"

A/N: I told my friend about the final scene of this book, and she went "... damn" 

Ohoho, hohohohohohohohohoho ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

Also sorry I didn't update yesterday! I hit a bit of a wall because I've been writing so much of this book at once that my brain just like fried. So, I decided to breathe a little and take some distance from the story for a little bit (and mostly read and watched tv, and I actually went to bed relatively early 'cause I was just exhausted), and now we are bACK with some fresh ideas~

Q: What do you do when you're insecure about your writing?

A: I slap myself twice and tell myself to suck it up, I hAvE a ChApTeR tO wRiTe. But if I'm being serious, I tend to ask my readers for their thoughts, on the story or the chapter, but I mainly just force myself to write more. If I'm insecure, the only way to fix it is to become better, and the only way I can do that is if I practice ヽ(^◇^*)/

Lots of love,

P.S: I had to rewrite this chapter like three times because it just wasn't flOWING