마흔

                                    

                                          
	Suddenly, Mrs. Han walked into the kitchen, shocked for a moment, upon seeing a head of fluffy purple hair. "Minho? What are you doing here?"
	"O-oh, hello.."
	"Momma, leave him be while we eat please. We can talk about this after."
	"Alright, fine."
	"D-did you want some seaweed egg soup?"
	"Sure, thank you." She wasn't mad, no, she couldn't be. At that point, she cared for Minho as if he were a second son (or a son-in-law hehe), she was just worried, simply because of Minho's dad.
	The once comfortable silence became awkward when Han's mom sat down beside her son, complimenting the food before going quiet again. When they all finally finished, and Minho was washing their bowls, even after being told not to, she brought up the original conversation.
	"Seriously, Minho, why are you here?"
	"I-I'm sorry, really, I don't mean to intrude again. Uh..when I came here at first, it's because my dad kicked me out. The only reason he wanted me to come back is because he's apparently incapable of taking care of my little sister, who's only two. He needed me at the house, so that I could watch over her while he and my step-mom go out. Last night...I went to the police station..and I reported him for abuse and neglect. They said there would be someone at the house sometime this morning, and later I'll go pick up Iseul, my sister."
	It would be an understatement to say Mrs. Han was shocked. She would have never guessed, especially from how Minho acted, what he was going through. To her, he'd always seemed happy, easygoing, it seemed like he really had nothing going on. But she should have known, the saddest people make the best actors.
	"I'm sorry honey." She rushed over to his spot by the sink and enveloped him into a tight hug, and Minho couldn't help but cry a little, of happiness more than anything. He'd always wanted a mom like this, who would actually love him, who would hug him when he's sad, who would treat him like a real person, not just some thing you can do whatever you want to.
	Jisung also made his way over to them, joining in the hug, making both the two chuckle as they used one of their arms to embrace him too.
	"I'm proud of you Minho. And I won't let anyone take you again."
	"Thank you Mrs. Han."
	"Call me Eomma."
	"A-alright, thank you Eomma."
	It was quite rare for Minho to cry in front of others, but here he was, a whole mess. It was okay though, because it was his family (though he'll never consider Jisung as a brother).
	After their little session was over, the three cleaned up the kitchen together, before Minho left for his house, wanting to check things out. No matter what Han did, he couldn't get Minho to take him with. "I can't bring you with me Sung, who knows what will happen?" was something he'd said multiple times, and he stuck to it, though the younger gave so many excuses.
	"Eommaaaa I don't want him to go aloneeeee."
	"He's already gone hun."
	"I knowwww I'm asking if I can go too."
	"Hannie-"
	"Momma please? What if something happens and he doesn't have anyone to help?"
	"If something happens, I'm fairly certain he'll be the one helping you." Han only pouted, "Hannie? Do you plan on confessing to him soon?" He was more than just shocked when she said that.
	"W-what do you mean??"
	"Well I've always known you liked him, even before he came here. And it's obvious he also likes you..soooo, when are you going to say something?"
	"If he likes me so much why doesn't he say something?!" She mentally face palmed at her own son's stupidity, but couldn't blame him. When she was young, she wanted the same thing, to be confessed to, not confess herself. "But that's off topic! Can I please gooooooo???"
	"I suppose, but be careful!"
	"I will, I promise!" With that, he ran out the door, not even bothering to change out of his sweats, only slipping on his shoes. He practically sprinted through the neighborhood, towards Minho's house, sweating like crazy, but not really caring. All he cared about was getting to his crush, to make sure he was okay.






Idk what to do about this story anymore...it's definitely not what I originally wanted it to be. But I guess I had better just finish it at this point.
Also, if you like hyunlix, then please check out my new story! It's called 'My Angel', and I worked hard on it so I hope you can enjoy it!
Anygays, bye everyoneeee <3