𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 7

When Jisung looked over his eyes widened. He reached out for the book saying, "Yes, yes that one-"

Minho quickly moved it out of his reach, but still dangled it in his line of vision, like he was mocking the boy, "Uh-uh. This is mine now."

"What-"

"I read the first chapter, its an interesting book and I'd like to keep it if you don't mind." Minho grinned devilishly.

"No, that's mine, it's private." Jisung seemed rather panicked and very desperate for the book back, like he'd do anything for it.

"I know it's private. That's why I want it, duh. Shall I read a page to you-?" Minho snickered and opened the book up.

"No, Minho don't! I'm serious, that's mine." Jisung pleaded again trying to reach out for the book.

Minho opened it up to a random page that happened to have a little doodle on it. "Awe look you draw." He laughed and continued to read.

"May 12th, 2020, 4:06pm. Dear diary, at this point I'm so sure that I have a crush it's not even funny anymore. I'm thinking that I should tell Felix about it, bit I don't know what he'll think--" Minho read aloud for Jisung to hear.

"Stop it!" Jisung yelled louder than he had expected, in the process startling both Minho and himself.

"Damn.." Minho made an annoyed face, "Jesus, take a chill pill." He stuffed the book into his back pack, which he slung over his shoulder.

Tears were spilling over Jisungs face as he stood there helpless with his fists in small clenched balls.

"You need to learn how to calm the fuck down." Minho used his hand against Jisungs forehead to push him backwards, making him lose balance and stumble.

"Thats mine.." Jisung whispered.

"It's mine now." Minho still had an annoyed look plastered over his face as he walked out of the classroom, leaving Jisung looking panicked and distraught, all on his own.

. . .

From: DaeHyunPark@gmail.com
To: MinhoLee@gmail.com

Dear Minho, your father has reached out to me about your work here in my biology class, and has further expressed his worry about your grades, and how you are doing as a student. He has requested that I find you a tutor to help you every Tuesday and Thursday safter class to help you bring your marks up. I noticed that you and Jisung seemed to get along fine, so I have decided to pair the two of you. Jisung is a star student with excellent grades, and I believe he can help you to better yourself in my class.

Please note that I am only doing what was asked of my by your father, and if you have any complaints to please take it up with him.

-Sincerely, Mr. Park

Sent from my iPhone

Minho groaned in frustration reading over the email, he didn't want tutoring from anyone, not even a professional teacher. Why did his father even care about his grades? He didn't seem to care about his son himself even, so what was his obsession with his education. Minho clicked away at the keyboard sending a response quickly...

From: MinhoLee@gmail.com
To: DaehyunPark@gmail.com

Fuck off

Sent from my Laptop

Minho shut his computer quickly, picking up the phone to call his father and complain.

. . .

Jisung read over the email again and again, not believe that this was real. If it were an average day this would make his ecstatic, but it wasn't an average day. It was the day that Minho was inevitably going to find out about all of Jisung secrets, and his reputation would be ruined forever.

Jisung groaned and smacked his head into the table of the Cafe, successfully catching Felix's attention to his friends despair. Felix sighed heavily, "What's wrong?" He asked fluffing up his friends soft brown hair and messing around with it in his hands while he waited for a response.

"Minho... took my diary... and now I'm finding out I have to tutor him in biology.." Jisung sniffled and lifted his head up, eyeing a chocolate cake sitting infront of Felix.

Felix's eyes widened and his hand slapped over his mouth, "Oh shit..." he whispered holding back some laughter.

"No! This isn't funny.."

Felix's smile faded into a more sad one and slid the cake over the table towards Jisung, letting him have it so he'd feel better.

"Thank you.." Jisung pouted taking a big bite full with the fork.

"I'm sure all will be fine..." Felix tried to cheer his friend up.

"My reputation will be ruined, everyone will bully me, people will see me in the halls and yell, 'fag!'." Jisung banged his head against the wooden table loud enough to make other people stare at him.

"Okay--" Felix looked around nervously hoping no one heard the slur that just escaped Jisung's mouth, "No need to go there."

"There is a need to go there! You know why? Cause I'm going there!" He whined and stomped his feet like a toddler and took another bite of cake.

"Maybe he likes you back? People always say that when a boy makes fun of you it's cause they like you.." Felix suggested.

Jisung snorted, "Hah! Likes me.." he muttered, "As if. Trust me Felix, it's simply impossible."

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