𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 6

Jisung took most of his classes at his grade level, including math, science, LA, French so on and so on, but he did also take one class at a grade 12 level. It was Biology, and he happened to be in the same class with Minho, and had been for the past two semesters.

Everyday he would enter the class just after Minho, to try and sit next to him, or close to him. One time he got close enough to the boy to smell his cologne, and even shampoo.

It was kind of strange that Jisung was so obsessed with a boy who used the class to pick on him and make fun of nearly everything about the boy, but he couldn't help it. Even Jisung had no idea why he was so drawn to Minho.

When they would have a work period or free time in class, Minho would sometimes use it to pick at Jisung and say rude things.

The younger obviously didn't mind this however. Sometimes he would do things just to draw Minhos attention, because if he didn't the elder wouldn't even realize he was there.

It discouraged Jisung when he would go the whole class without a single word from Minho, whether it was mean or nice. Maybe he was just seeking some type of validation that he wouldn't get from his father? Jisung honestly had very little idea.

Either way, biology was his favorite class because of it. It was the one time Minho noticed him.

On the other hand however, Minho hated biology, simply because it was a class he struggled in greatly. His father always gave him shit about it too.

To pass time Minho would often pick on people around him, and Jisung was one of those people. Minho didn't know anything about Jisung really, he always simply went off of assumptions he made. When the class would end, Minho would go on with his day, and completely forget about anything he did to Jisung or any other students in the past class.

If Jisung was out of sight, he was out of mind. Never once had Minho thought about Jisung when he wasn't talking to him.

That would bring us to the present time, Minho was sitting in his desk trying hard to focus on the paper infront of him but it just didn't work.

He sighed heavily in the silence of the room and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, wondering if he could get away with sleeping right then and there.

"Mr. Lee, if you're struggling I suggest you ask for some help." The teacher called from the front of the class, and Minho opened his eyes.

"You won't even help me though." He folded one arm over the other looking pissy, "Your teaching methods do nothing for me."

The teacher sighed, "Fair enough, then I'll get a student to help you. How does that sound?"

Minho rolled his eyes once again, "As long as they can actually do something for me." He warned.

"Great. Jisung does well in this class, and he's sitting right there, so why don't you two work together?" He asked motioning to someone in Minhos general vicinity.

"Who the hell is Jisung?" Minho asked looking at the people around him, he knew all of their names.

"Right beside you Mr. Lee, to your left. And watch your language please." He turned back to his laptop and continued on whatever it was he was doing at the time.

It was just then that Minho actually realized who the boy was sitting next to him, the one he liked to pick on. Was Jisung really his name..? The boy looked at him with a kind of surprised as he looked at Minho, but quickly got over it. "I guess you know my name now." Jisung laughed awkwardly.

"Shut up." Minho rolled his eyes, "I don't want your help. I can manage on my own thank you." He snapped.

"Oh.." Jisung scooted his chair away slightly, "Sorry then."

Minho rolled his eyes, "Your such a smart-ass." And he looked back at his work.

Jisung stood up quickly walking over to the teacher, he then walked out of the classroom. Minho assumed he was using the bathroom to get away from the elder.

Minho was originally going to get back to work, but then he spotted something interesting in the corner of his eye. On the edge of Jisungs desk layed a leather notebook, the same one that JinYoung had stolen from him just yesterday. Minho moved his hand closer and and rested his palm on the center of the book lightly, debating in his mind of he should take it.

If he did take it, then he could probably find some thing out about Jisung, who he had been picking on for the past two years, and never knew the name of. This looked to be a diary, and that would definitely be fun to tease the boy with. He could nearly see the look on Jisung face when he found out that Minho got his diary..

He quickly snatched it up and flipped to the first page, in which it read..

Jan 1st, 2020, 3:04pm

Dear diary,

I'm starting a diary to tell something all of my secrets, and hopefully be able to have a clear mind, and a happier year. I'm currently 16 years old, but I will turn 17 in September, just in time for the next school year. This is my first year of high-school and it's not what I expected at all. Though there is a group of boys that likes to pick on everyone >:(
I don't know their names, but one of them is kind of attractive... either way, I just really hope that I dont get roped into the whole 'being bullied' thing.

-Han Jisung

Minho nearly started cackling when he read the first entry. Nearly the entire book was filled up now, so he knew it was going to he a fun night for himself. When he saw Jisung enter the classroom again, he quickly put the notebook in his own bag. When the boy sat down he didn't seem to notice the missing book.

. . .

As class wrapped up, Minho put all of his stuff away, but kept the notebook in his hands under the desk, and watched Jisung closely. The boy was taking his time, and didn't seem to notice Minho watching him. When everything he had was put away he started looking around for something else, and Minho knew he was realizing the book was gone. He kept looking through his bag, under his desk and on the floor, long after even the teacher was gone from the classroom.

Minho stood up out of his desk, with the book hidden behind his back. "Looking for something?" He asked with a smirk.

Jisung swallowed hard as he continued to look around, panic setting into his facial features. "Uhm, a leather notebook. Have you seen one?" He asked scanning the floor one more time.

Minho slid the book into view of Jisung while he was looking away and said, "This one?" And cocked his head to the side innocently.

When Jisung looked over his eyes widened in horror, now knowing that Minho had the book.

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