𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 18

Jisung walked at a quick pace, trying to get to his destination as fast as he could, not wanting to upset Minho in any way.

The elder had asked him to meet outside of the school gates as soon as school got out on Monday so they could go to his house, and Jisung was scared shitless.

He was worrying about every small detail that his mind could think of, no matter how obscure the thought was. Like, what if a plane crashed into the apartment?

How would Jisung not act a fool in that situation?

He was having a hard time getting where he needed to be, considering the large crowds and shuffling kids also trying to be places.

He really hated the way school hallways always seemed to act up at the wrong time.

He was already 5 minutes late, and he knew Minho wasn't going be happy about him being late, and would probably get mad at the boy. The best Jisung could hope was that they still got to hang out.

Or uh.. study?

Though Minho was finding an uncomfortable amount of joy in making fun of Jisung, the younger still wanted to be around him.

He was still infatuated with the way Minho seemed to give him so much attention when they did.

As soon as he pushed through the double doors of the school, he started running to get to the large metal gates, only to see that Minho was already there.

He was leaning against one side with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

It seemed like everyone who was leaving purposefully stayed as far to the opposite side of him as they could, because he looked pissed.

"You're late." Minho said flatly as the younger joined him, looking sheepish as ever.

"I know, but there was such a big crowd, and I had to get stuff out of my locker.." Jisung trailed off, being distracted by the annoyed look on Minho's face.

He was nearly positive, that he was the one who caused it. Who else could have been pissing Minho off?

"Lets go. My car is in the parking lot." Minho blew it off, deciding to wait till they got to his apartment to start making fun of him. Or possibly even on the drive.

"What? You're driving me?" Jisung asked quickly following after him.

"Yes?" Minho said as if it were obvious, "You could take the bus if you'd like."

. . .

Jisung had to walk at twice his normal speed when he was following Minho down the halls of his apartment building.

Why was it that the older was such a speed walker?

When they had gotten inside, Jisung couldn't help but let out a suppressed gasp. The place was beautiful, with fancy decorations all over the place.

It was crazy to him that his parents actually bought it for him-- Minho had mentioned that fact in the drive, like it was a casual thing.

"Ugh, let's just stop. None of this bullshit makes sense." Minho groaned leaning back in his chair and dropping his pencil in the table.

"But-" Jisung tried to say, but Minho made a hand motion for him to stop talking.

"I don't want your opinion. If I wanted it, I simply would have asked. Kay?" Minho asked crumbling up his work paper.

Jisung nodded in silence.

Minho heaved a sigh. "Coffee?" He asked getting up from his chair and mozying into the kitchen.

"Eh, no thanks." Jisung said wrapping his hand around the back of his neck and looking down at the table. Today wasn't nearly as fun as normal.

There was some shuffling in the kitchen for about five minutes, before the sound of the coffee maker started buzzing in the background, and Minho returned.

He sat down and pulled out his phone to occupy himself, leaving Jisung to simply sit there.

Jisung tilted his head to the side, but he still discretely stared at Minho through the corners of his vision.

He traced his sharp jawline with his eyes, and followed alone his cheek bones to his nose, and then down to his lips, where his eyes lingered.

He imagined what it would feel like to kiss Minho, to have the elder hold him like he was really his...

"Stop staring. I can practically feel your eyes." Minho said suddenly making Jisung panic and look nearly everywhere else in the room but the boy in front of him.

Minho shut his phone off and looked Jisung dead in the eyes. "I hear you have daddy issues."

Jisung nearly choked on his own spit, knowing damn well Felix was the only person he told about that stuff.

"The book Jisung. I read about your father in there." Minho sighed, leaning back in his chair, before getting up.

He went into the kitchen and started fixing his coffee, "Y'know, I have them too.." he said from the other room, "However, if you tell anyone about that, I will share all of your secrets."

Jisung had wide eyes and Minho returned rather quickly, standing in the doorway, "Is that clear?"

Jisung nodded quickly, knowing that was the right answer.

Minho took a single sip of his coffee before placing it down on the table. "Thats why you like me isn't it.." he said flatly, making direct eye contact with Jisung.

"What..?" Jisung asked, not really getting what he meant.

"Well your mom's dead and you only have one freind.. ever. I give you attention." Minho smirked, "You like me because I give you attention that no one else will."

Jisung sat there in shock, not even noticing as Minho made his way around the table, and leaned over him.

Minho put a hand on either side of the arm rest on Jisung chair, and leaned down to look him right in the eyes.

"I have a proposal Jisung.." he stated quietly, "I've been having trouble deciding who I am these days and I believe you could help." He snickered lightly.

"Huh..?" Jisung eyes where wide in curiosity as he sat underneath the gaze of his crush.

"You give me sexual favors, so I can figure out if I'm gay or not, and in return, I won't tell anyone any of your nasty little secrets." Minho took one hand and cupped the bottom of Jisungs jaw.

"I know you like me, and you dream about getting railed by me, so I'll give you that, so I can figure out my sexuality. This seems like a perfect deal.." Minho whispered the last part close to Jisungs ear.

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