𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 2

Minho watched from afar as Jeong-Hoon picked and flicked at one of the grade 10 boys, who coincidentally went to the same middle school as himself.

With every faked punch, the boy-- his name Minho had forgotten, flinched and backed up like a scared puppy. He pressed himself against the locker trying to get himself distanced from his bully.

Jeong-Hoon was probably the most violent and brutal of the 4 boys, constantly beating people up, mentally torturing them and probably sexually abusing a lot of girls.

Minho really wouldn't be surprised if he got arrested for murder, or got put in a phsych ward after someone found out he was a psychopath.

TW //

Minho was more or less genuinely afraid of him. He once saw the boy sit in the school field for more than an hour, peeling all the skin off of a squirrel in such a way that it stayed alive for the entire thing.

It's small muscled pled out, jerked and twisted with agony for every minute of it. And after all that, Jeong-Hoon poked it's eyes out with a pine needle, and left it there to die.

TW End //

He laughed as he walked away from the scene, while the other two boys watched in horror. The last boy was busy puking his guts out.

That last boy would be Junhae, he was rather nice when it came down to it, and actually a very gentle person, but somehow he got roped into the group, and now he had no choice but to go along with the other boys' antics.

Junhae was more or less the least respected amongst the group, with the other three boys using him as a minion almost.

"Poor kid. I guess he should have left when he had the chance." JinYoung looked over at the scene playing out infront of him and Minho, with a devious grin.

Minho glanced at him and then back at Jeong-Hoon. He was the last and final member of the group, and he was like the right hand man to the obvious leader.

That obvious leader being Jeong-Hoon. "Right. I should have left when I had the chance too." Minho said flatly, stuffing his hands in his pockets and starting to walk away.

JinYoung was quick to catch up and kept talking. "I'm getting so bored of only picking on my property." He sighed.

The boys reffered to the people they picked on as "their property", meaning that they basically owned that person. It was also an unwritten rule that none of the boys could bully property that wasn't theirs, but anyone who wasn't already claimed was fair game.

"So get someone new." Minho deadpanned, not understanding what the issue was.

"Right, but that's what I need your help with. I can't just pick anyone, so I want your opinion. Who should my next pet be?" He asked slinging his backpack onto the other shoulder.

"I don't know. How about her." Minho pointed to a single girl standing alone by her locker.

"She's already Junhae's." He grumbled, "Oh he's nice. What about him?" He motioned to a lonesome boy writing something in a notebook.

He had squirrel like cheeks, probably about an inch shorter than Minho and a painfully basic outfit on.

"No can do. I believe I already own him." Minho stopped at his locker to exchange his binder before their next class.

"What? No fair. I never see you pick on him." JinYoung accused, "You're just making that up because you think he's pretty."

"Am not. I just don't use him all that often. And I'm straight as a Trump supporter anyway." Minho rolled his eyes, heaving a large binder into his bag.

"If I go up there and tell him he's my property what will he say?" JinYoung asked, "I bet he won't mention he's already yours."

"No shit he won't. Either way he wouldn't say anything, he gets all quiet and stuff. That's why I don't play with him much-- hes no fun." Minho said blankly.

Before Minho had even finished his sentence however, JinYoung was already making his way over to the unsuspecting boy.

JinYoung snatched the leather notebook from his hands and held it out of the boys reach. Seeing as JinYoung was 6'0, it was way out of his reach.

He tried to jump up and get it, but Minho watched as JinYoung simply shoved him back down.

"Give that back, that's private!" The boys yelled slightly loud so Minho could hear over the busy hallway.

Originally Minho was just going to let it happen, but then he realized that he wasn't about to let JinYoung break one of the rules by stealing property.

He squeezed through the crowd and popped back out right beside JinYoung to overhear the conversation for a moment.

"Well it's mine now. Anything you own so do I. Your lucky you know, you get to be my new toy." JinYoung smiled, but the boy looked rather distraught, still trying to get the book back.

"Give it back, I'm not your property." He said firmly, but you could hear the underlying tone of fear lacing his voice.

"Why aren't you my property? I'm pretty sure I call the shots here." He smirked leaning down to rub it in the boys face, dangling the book just above his head.

As soon as he tried to reach up and get it, JinYoung grabbed his hand and moved the book behind his back, still keeping a solid grip on the boys wrist.

"You know that's breaking a rule. He's mine so fuck off." Minho snatched the book up, realizing how possessive he had just sounded.

"Is this true?" JinYoung asked the boy, "Does he pick on you? Are you really one of his pets."

"Yeah he picks on me, but in no way does that make me one of his pets, or his property. You're gross." The boy pushed JinYoung back, making him take a few big steps to steady himself.

"Fine." He clenched his jaw and used his palm to push the boys head back into his locker at full force, "But don't say I didn't warn you." And he walked off.

The boy took a moment to collect himself from shock. Minho doubted he'd ever been hit like that before, because Minho never actually layed a hand on him.

After a minute he collected himself and looked over at Minho with wide eyes, "Could you please grab a teacher..?"

Minho scoffed at the boy, rolling his eyes, "I'm not on your side. My reasons are purely selfish. You're on your own."

Before Minho walked away he shoved the book roughly into the boys chest, "You need to be careful now, or you might end up beat up in an alleyway." He warned in a low and gruff tone.

Jisung took the book and watched in shock as the boy walked away, not even looking back once.

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