11: Emotions.

"Oh, are you going somewhere?" Jisung asked, coming out of the kitchen and watching Minho wearing his coat in a rush.

"Yes, there is an emergency meeting with the editors and scriptwriters," Minho said, taking the car keys from the table.

"I will be back soon. Bye!" Saying this, he left the house, not even waiting for Jisung's words.

"Bye?" Jisung whispered, feeling a bit hurt and sad at Minho's behavior.

Is he already tired of me? I Jisung thought this while looking at Minho's favorite chocolate pancakes. He sighed, taking the decorated dish, which he had done with so much effort.

"I guess I have to eat alone." He chuckled, sadly.

It's not like Minho doesn't eat with him; the older man always cooked for him since he only knew how to cook basic dishes, unlike Minho.

So today he decided to cook the dish he was so confident about, and he knew it was the older's favorite one, but it all went in vain.

He looked around the place and shook his head. There wasn't anything left to do.

Minho, being a clean freak, cleans the house almost every day, like some guests are going to visit him. Now, looking at the house, Jisung wishes that Minho should stop cleaning so that he could do at least that to avoid unwanted thoughts getting riled up in his head.

Sighing, he washed the only plate, taking his time.
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"Hey, Minho! Long time no see," A beautiful-looking girl said, greeting the older man teasingly,

"Shut up, Sammy. I visited you one week ago," Sammy shrugged, letting the older man get inside her house.

"Where is my son?" Minho asked, looking at the pregnant woman who had made herself comfortable on the sofa.

"He is sleeping," Sam said, pointing at the playroom. Minho nodded, leaving the girl behind in search of his son.

Opening the playroom door, he saw his small, fluffy son sleeping comfortably on the small bed provided only for him.

The taller man smiled affectionately and moved forward while slowly scooping the small figure into his arms.

"My baby." He cooed, slowly nosing the furred forehead, and the small figure woke up after getting the familiar warmth and scent.

Meow!

Minho chuckled, looking at the cute, barking fluff ball of the dog in his hands.

"Aww, did my cuties miss me?" He asked in a baby voice, receiving a bark in confirmation. Minho chuckled, petting his cats' fluffy hair. "Papa missed you too."

He sat on the floor while the three cats; Soonie, Dori and Doongie, laid comfortably on their fur dad's lap.

"Guys, I came here to take you back home, and there is a surprise waiting for you." Hearing the word 'surprise, they looked up, meowing happily, and Minho laughed in glee.

"It's not something to eat, you cutie pies. I am going to introduce you to your other papa! Are you happy?" Minho asked, and they meowed again as if he knew what Minho was saying.

He picked up his furry son and moved out of the room. Sammy, who was busy eating strawberries, perked up.

"Hey, Minho oppa, are you leaving already?" Minho nodded, petting the cats unconsciously.

"Oh, why? Stay here, please. Dongpyo always complains that he isn't getting any chance to meet you. You don't even have any time for us." Samantha said with a pout.

Minho sat beside her and patted her head.

"There, there, my kiddo. I promise, I will meet you next time and stay here too, okay? Now be a good girl and take care of my niece." Minho said, slowly placing his hands over the big bump and caressing it.

Samantha pouted even more but nodded anyway: " Okay, oppa."

"Then... I'm leaving." He got up and walked to the door, and before leaving, he looked at Sammy with a smile.

"Maybe I will bring my baby here." He closed the door, leaving a wide-eyed Sammy.

"Baby... What? Did he go crazy?"
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Minho glanced at the door of his house and then at his arms, where the cats were clinging.

"Cuties, go inside and wait for me, okay? Don't wander around." Minho exclaimed, patting their head, who meowed at the closed door.

He placed the dog down and opened the door, letting it get inside, and he left from there to get the things he brought.

Jisung frowned hearing the door unlocking and slowly got up from the sofa. His eyes widened in surprise seeing something so small on the wide, opened entrance.

He walked towards the three cats and knelt, looking at the small animals in wonder.

"Oh my! Where did you come from, little buddy?" He exclaimed, trying to pet it, but suddenly...

"Ouch!" Jisung yelped, looking at the small scratch mark Soonie gave while the other cats hissed aggressively.

"Soonie!" That's when he noticed Minho coming there and holding the pup up and scolding it, but Jisung's mind twirled around the thought he forgot about.

Perhaps they are scared. He unconsciously touched his face and sighed, getting up and leaving from there.

"Soonie! That's your papa! Why did you bite him?" Minho scolded Soonie, who whimpered in return while the other two stopped hissing looking at Minho with wide eyes.

"No whining; all of you go to your papa and show how sorry you are." Minho placed the cat down and watched they run to the kitchen side.

He sighed, hearing the cats meowing loudly again in disbelief.

"These boys," Minho uttered, shaking his head, but what he saw only shocked him more.

There on the kitchen floor was Jisung, sitting and crying silently. Without wasting a second, Minho rushed towards the Jisung and embraced him in his arms, making the younger flinch at the sudden warmth.

"Minho?"

"Shush, Jisung. Let it all out." And that was the last straw for Jisung, as he burst out in tears. Loud sobs engulfed the kitchen area as Minho stroked Jisung's back and head in a circular motion.

After some time, the younger one calmed down and slowly pulled away, saying, "I'm sorry..."

"Shush, don't say that word again. I hate it when you say that to me," Minho said, bringing his face up and pressing their foreheads together.

"Also, didn't I say that I would be there for you no matter what? You want to be free from this pain, right?" Minho murmured and watched Jisung nod his head with closed eyes.

"Then why are you keeping your pain away from me, Han?" He asked, caressing Jisung's jaw as his one hand cupped the cheek he caressed.

"Look, Hannie, if you don't share your worries and stay alone all the time, our dark thoughts will mess with our minds. So don't isolate yourself from us, please." Minho said as he pulled Jisung to his chest when he saw tears flowing down his closed eyes.

He needed to take care of Jisung so much like we take care of a newborn baby. Being through so much, Jisung was unable to express his emotions through words, but through his actions, Minho knew how much he was hurting inside.

Minho stroked his hair and smiled, watching Jisung open his now slightly red eyes slowly. His body was still trembling with the piled-up emotions, and Minho tightened his hold around him.

"Feeling overwhelmed?" Minho asked, "Wanna talk about it?" and Jisung nodded; finally he had someone to say something about the emotions he had piled up in his soul. It