𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 1

Sept 3rd, 2020, 1:14am

Dear diary,

I'm starting to think that even having you in my possession in cringy and somewhat cliche. Talking to a book that will never talk back, yet feeling as if it's some type of closure.

Maybe that's the good part. I know that you'll never judge me, unlike people. Even the nicest of people judge one another, constantly thinking subconsciously that they're better-- we're all just living off of the shred of dignity that we have left right?

Today was a mess on a whole 'nother level. I got berated and picked on until I cried, my back thrown into a locker, and I nearly failed my English test.

I'm starting to think I live below the poverty line. My father has a good job and I always have food on the table, I even have a TV in my room. Compared to everyone else in my school however, I seem to be flat broke.

Speaking of my father, he doesn't seem to be getting getting any better. He needs some sort of therapy. I live the man to shreds, and I know he loves me, but at the same time, I know he loves his work more.

He spends day after day, huddled up in his office behind his computer, he doesn't even come out for dinner anymore. He's not dead, but I seriously think I've lost him already.

If he was dead, I'm not sure there would be much of a difference to be honest.

- Han Jisung

The young teenager flipped the book shut, binded by a leather strap, that quite honestly wouldn't do much to protect the contents in the case that someone other than himself tried to open it.

He took a deep sigh and closed his eyes tightly rubbing them with his nuckles, leaning back into his desk chair.

He knew that he had school in the morning and 1am was much too late to go to bed, but no other time in that day did he have the chance to empty his mind, flooding yet another blank page with a scribble of words.

There where times when Jisung genuinely worried that that book would be the only friend he would have.

At school, people that actually knew he existed where slim. People saw him in the halls, but no one ever really acknowledged him. Most like almost every other student.

Except however, that one power group that's in every movie, but never actually in really life. Like the guy version of mean girls-- just with more stained sweatpants and beating people up.

The group consisted of four guys, who all seemed to 'own' certain people to bully.

Most of the school was untouched by them, but there was a handful of about 40 students that had to deal with their constant torture and torment on the daily.

One of those unlucky teenagers, was Jisung. He fell under Minhos control. He was one person that Minho probably wouldn't even recognize their of school.

If Jisung was there, Minho would pick on him, but if he wasn't there, the elder wouldn't go looking for him. For that, the 17 year old considered himself lucky.

There where people that got it way worse from Minho and the other guys, being one of their main focuses.

Other than them though, it was an average high-school with awkward teenagers, stressful exams, and heaps of undiagnosed clinical anxiety.

. . .

Minho layed still under the night sky watching as clouds he could barely see the shadow of float by.

All of his limbs hurt, and he knew that when he woke up the morning after there would be large bruises all over his stomach from where he had been kicked.

He wasn't going to tell his parents about this though. They had always warned, "Don't pick fights. People don't always play fair." This was a perfect example of such advise.

He'd agreed to tussle with one boy, but as soon as Minho started winning, the rest of the group ganged up on him, and didn't leave him alone until Minho was at the brink of tears.

He was angry, and regretful, but more than anything, he was embarrassed. He'd let those guys get the satisfaction of hearing him howl in pain as they beat the shit out of him.

And as soon as a single tear rolled down his dirt smeared face, the proceeded to barate him for being such a pussy and quote, "Not being able to take a little pain."

All he could do was lay there like dead meat until his friend could come pick him up in his car.

Hyunjin didn't actually go to Minhos school, they knew eachother because they had been friends as young children, making Hyunjin more like a sibling than anything.

Minho knew that as soon as Hyunjin got there, he would laugh at the wounded boy for being so cocky, and agreeing to something so stupid. That being said though, without a doubt, Hyunjin would also be right there to clean out his cuts, and sleep the night to make sure he was okay.

Minho knew for a fact that any of his friends from school would laugh at him and call him weak. Then they would think it was funny to leave Minho there to fend for himself.

He knew that meant they weren't real friends, but in a society that's based purely on how people think of you? Being around them was the only way to get people to respect him.

Chris would always say, "People don't respect you Minho, they fear you. But more than anything, they judge you for being such a shitty person."

Of course, Minho wasn't dumb, be knew that he hyung was right, he was raised to protect his pride though, so he'd never admit it.

He heaved himself to a sitting position, feeling an ache in nearly every part of his body.

It wasn't Minho who was shitty, people in general where shitty...

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