Chapter sixty

Soon the party resumed.

People slowly but surely started dancing, Cyra pulled Christopher onto the dance floor.

The same could be said of him nor Minho.

He wasn't one to get mad easily. Jealous, yeah sure. Sad, sometimes. Horny, increasingly. Anxious or nervous, often. Mad? No, he didn't get mad that easily. 

This time he was really mad, though. He didn't really know what the problem was, he didn't know why he was mad at Minho. 

Maybe he was mad because Minho didn't do anything while an outsider randomly became a danger to our love. 

Maybe he was mad because Minho let her talk him down, talk his kind down.

Maybe he was mad because Minho agreed with her.

Maybe he was mad because Minho obviously saw what she was trying to do but still let her.

Maybe he was mad because Minho let her play with him.

Maybe, maybe he was mad because Minho never told him. 

Maybe he wouldn't have been mad if Minho had just told him about her. Maybe he wouldn't have been mad if Minho had told him about this sickeningly beautiful woman who was manipulating the shit out of Minho. 

Maybe he wouldn't have been mad then.

"Jisung?"

He snaps out of his trance and turns to Felix, "What is it?"

"Don't you think you guys should talk about it?"

He looks at Felix. His mate was literal vampire royalty, had a manipulative psycho mom, but still, he tells me I should talk it out?

"Look," Felix says with a sigh, "I don't know what's going through your mind at the moment, what I do know is that I haven't been the best towards you and Minho's relationship these days, but he seems like he could really need you right now. I just wanted to let you know, Ji."

With a groan he gets up from the wall I was leaning against, "Fine."

As he looks around the room I can't seem to see Minho. After searching for him a little more between the people, I walk up to Christopher and Cyra, "Hey, do you guys perchance know where Min is?"

"Minho? No, sorry, maybe he left?" Christopher answers.

"It's okay, thanks either way." He look for the exit, there are three, one leading outside, one leading to who-knows-where and the last one being the door which the Blood Empress entered through.

He gets to the second door and resumes his search for Minho.

The door opened to a huge hallway on the backside of the mansion. 

While making his way through the hallway with many sideways, he called for Minho multiple times.

"Stop stop stop," an old-looking man groans while covering his ears as he exits a room. The man was about five feet tall, with a wrinkled face in which two small eyes glittered as if they possessed real stardust.

 "What are you trying to do?" the man asks, "Make me deaf?"

"I-I'm sorry, sir," he says as he bows to the elderly, "I was looking for my boyfriend."

"Okay? Then look? No need to yell for that."

"I...ehm, sir, have you perchance seen a boy around my age, a little taller than me walk past?"

"No," he says with a shrug.

"Ow. Okay, thank you, sir, sorry for bothering you," after bowing again he prepares to resume his quest, but gets stopped by the elder's voice.

"I promised not to say it, but do have a very handsome-looking young man sitting in the library with his knees against his chest if that helps?" he says with a smile and the smallest hint of a wink. I look at him astonished and he must have noticed the confusion in my face because he nods towards the door he got out from.

I walk past him and through the door. The room behind the door was like one he never saw before. 

It was a huge library with two floors with racks and racks filled with maybe millions of books.

How did this room fit inside this mansion? 

As he walks deeper, past many racks of books, he finally finds Minho. 

He was sitting against a rack, his knees indeed against his chest and his face resting on his knees while he hugged his legs. 

Without saying a word, Jisung sits down next to Minho, after some seconds Minho slowly looks up to his mate.

"Hey," Jisung smiles, his madness long since forgotten after seeing Minho.

"Hey," Minho says while looking back down.

The silence returns even though the music from the ballroom is still audible. 

"I'm sorry," Minho says after a good couple of minutes.

"It's okay," Jisung says while resting his head on Minho's shoulder.

"No, it's not," Minho sighs, "It's just..."

Jisung sits up straight again and looks at the boy next to him, "Just what, Min?"

"I have this little history with Changbin's mom."