𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 21

Day after day rolled around and Jisung just got more and more nervous for the next Tuesday that he would have to meet Minho. He knew full well what it really was that they would be doing, and he was really close to backing out of the deal all together. Minho couldn't force him.. could he?

Jisung knew that if Minho was going to force him to partake it would really be sex.. but something else. At the same time though, the younger wasn't sure if he was even allowed to say no anymore. He had already gave consent to what was bound to happen later that day. Not to mention the fact that Felix made all of this no more easy.

Jisung was starting to pull away from his best friend out of sheer guilt and fear. If Felix knew, his perception of Jisung would change for the worst. He would think he was a slut or a whore for trying to do something like this just for attention. That was what this was for after all.

The only reason Jisung said yes was because he knew it would get him closer to Minho and they would start spending more time together – hopefully – and Jisung would get that attention and satisfaction that he had always dreamed of.

His father still seemed to be distant, even after that evening. Maybe Jisung had done something wrong and upset his dad? It was probably all of the drama around Minho. In fact, his dad was getting even farther way from his son, working from dusk till dawn. Jisung hadn't seen his father in 4 day, and they live together!

He had spent a lot more time crying over his family issues than he normally would and he could tell that Felix was catching on to these things. His friend was seeing right through his screen and realizing that something was very off about Jisung. More than usual.

Jisung walked slowly knowing that if he was late, Minho would be annoyed. If he annoyed Minho enough, perhaps the elder would give up on the after school plans, or at least draw Jisung some time, but as he left the school through the crowds of people, he spotted the elder leaning up against his car with a scowl plastered to his face.

Jisung knew that when he got there he wasn't going to hear the end of it. How he had been so late and Minho was doing him a favor by driving the younger... he looked over at the other once more, but accidentally made eye contact with him from across the the while school field and through the fences. Just his luck.

He tried to look away, but Minho motioned with his hand for Jisung to start walking faster, and they had both known the younger had seen it so the was no getting out of it. If Jisung didn't start to hurry up Minho would know he was ignoring him, and that would be much, much worse than what would have originally happened, so, Jisung picked up his pace to get there faster, though he really didn't want to.

As he neared the car Minho made a weird face that Jisung had no idea what it meant. "You better have a good reason for being so late." Minho warned precociously.

"I uhm.. I got caught up in hallway traffic.." Jisung muttered, not daring to look the older in his eyes. Minho laughed devilishly.

"Thats the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

. . .

Jisung POV

When we got to his apartment, my second time being there, the atmosphere was almost too awkward and stiff to handle. I felt like running off into the window and jumping down all 5 stories to my inevitable death.

We were sitting across from one another in his living room. I was in the couch and he was sitting on the coffee table staring directly into my soul from my wide glassy eyes. My stomach clenched with paranoia every time he even blinked or moved a single muscle, thinking he was about to pounce on me or something. Obviously this was unrealistic and he never would have done that but still. All through out that though, there was still a special feeling in the pit of my abdomin, knowing I had his full and undivided attention.

Suddenly he started to laugh, holding his stomach and rolling back in his fit of deep chuckled and wheezes. My eyebrows contorted into a confused gaze, but he was too busy to see me and my worried expression. "You looked petrified—" Minho gasped for air while he continued to laugh with his full chest. "Oh my god Jisung, your too fucking easy—"

Suddenly I connected all of the dots. The only reason he was staring at me was to make me feel uncomfortable.. and he found it funny that I was scared. It's okay.

Minho had started to collect himself enough to speak properly, and propped himself back onto the coffee table. "Okay," he took a deep breath, "Shall we get down to business?" He asked.

I shrugged. My hands clasped tightly around the fabric of my jeans, not wanting to take them off. My muscled stiffened and I scooted slightly further back into the couch. Could I still back out of this? I wondered to myself if the front door was still locked..

Minho sighed and quickly moved to place himself right beside me on the couch, positioning himself facing me, and rather close. "Look squirrel face, I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't you want this? Don't you want me?" He asked.

I looked down at my knuckles, now turning white from how hard I was gripping onto my pants, focusing hard to steady my breath. I nodded my head slowly. I guess I did want this, but more so, I wanted his love.

I didn't want his body or his sex, I wanted him to hold me in his arms while I fell asleep in his bed— my own personal escape from reality.

"Thats what I thought.." Minho said lightly, tucking a stramd of hair behind my ear but quickly pulling his hand away. "Lets start off small yeah? Like.. kissing?" He placed his hand on my lower thigh.

I nodded again. What could go wrong with kissing? I ate a breath mint before this and everything..

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