𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 25

Minho walked through the hallways with a look of determination that moved people to either side of him, clearing a path as he went. Thinking about it though, he probably just looked scary.

He rushed quickly, needing to catch Jisung before he could get to his first class of the day. He knew that he had math and wanted to have a.. chat.

Jeong-Hoon and JinYoung knew too much, and there was a reason that they knew. And if Minho wasn't the reason, there was only one other possibility.

Minho wasn't sure how Jisung had ever even worked up the courage to say something like that in the first place, especially to someone in this school, but there was no other way, unless JinYoung had simply caught on, and considering that he only had 7 brain cells, that wasn't very likely.

Minho POV

As I neared the mathematics hallway, I caught a glimpse of the back of a familiar head of hair that my hands had been running through just the other day. Bingo.

I reached out one of my arms and caught the back of Jisungs sweater, effectively scaring him half to death, but I didn't say anything and simply pulled him into the janitors closet that was placed just on the other side of the hallway.

I slammed the door shut, leaving us in only just enough light to see eachothers facial features.

I grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pushed him against the shelf of cleaning supplies, making some of them fall over and rattle. A bottle of cleaning spray fell of of the highest shelf and hit him on the head.

He let out what sounded like a squeak and jumped as the cleaning spray made contact with the top of his head. He moved his hand up to touch his hair where he had been hit, but I quickly gripped his wrist tightly stopping it right by his ear, my other hand staying on his collar.

"Minho..?" Jisung finally asked. I felt his hand grab the hem of my shirt slightly and I could tell he was scared.

I was absolutely livid however. I gritted my teeth together, clenched my fist around him slightly harder and asked as calmly as I could, "Who did you tell?"

"Huh..?" Jisung asked.

I knew he was playing dumb with me, he had to be. I leaned in slightly closer to him so he could feel my breath. "Who did you tell about us?" I repeated.

Jisungs eyebrows closed together. "Well.. no one." He seemed hesitant to answer.

I let go of his collar and grabbed his other wrist, bringing them in between the two of them near the both of our chests and pinching them close together. "JinYoung and Jeong-Hoon know Jisung. I didn't tell them, so you must have told someone. You better spill who it was now, before I break your jaw. That way you won't be able to speak up for yourself when I tell everyone your secrets."

Jisung eyes got wide and he shook his head, "No one, no one, I swear to God I didn't tell anyone-" he was starting to panic.

"Jisung-"

Tears welled into his eyes and started to spill all over his cheeks before I even realized, "Please Minho, I swear I didn't tell anyone." He cried, "I swear to God, please Minho, please!"

His hands reached forward and he grabbed fistfulls of the shirt material that draped over my chest as he pleaded looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't help but believe him. I should have known he didn't have the guts to tell anyone about us.

"Minho I'm not lying, I never told anyone anything, not even Felix-- please, please don't tell anyone about me, please, Minho--"

My hands now only loosely gripped his wrist as he cried. I sighed and closed my eyes, tilting my head slightly to look at the ceiling. "Okay." I said as his tears kept spilling over his full cheeks.

Little drops of water kept rolling down his face and tiny whimpers and sobs occasionally left his lips.

"Okay." I repeated. "You didn't do it." I confirmed, "But if not you, then how did they know?" I asked under my breath, more to myself than anyone else.

Jisung used the sleeves of his sweater to try and dry his tears, but they still kept coming.

"Are we still on for today after school?" I asked when the room got quiet. I heard a tiny half ass laugh from Jisung but he kept his head low and continued wiping his face. "Well?" I asked again.

Jisung nodded his head slightly and I took it as a yes.

"Great.." I said slowly, "I'll see you at my car after school?" I asked awkwardly. I felt sort of guilty now for scaring Jisung so badly. How could it be my fault though? I made a valid assumption that turned out to be wrong. An honest mistake.

I took a step back and looked him from head to toe. He was still wearing his usual jeans and a hoodie that hung over his body particularly loosely. I felt like saying sorry, but at the same time, did I really have to? Like I said, it was a mistake, so why should I apologize?

I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets and leaned against the door to the closet. "Is your head okay..? From when that bottle fell on you.."

He reached up and rubbed the top of his head, "Yeah I'm fine." He sniffed.

"Good.. I have to get to class now.." I grasped the door handle to leave and took one last glance at him, "Bye.."

I closed the door before he could respond and walked away quickly. I shouldn't feel so guilty over this, it wasn't my intention to hurt him.. well.. yes it was-- but that was before I knew he was innocent.

None of this was my fault, so I should just get over it. If he wants an apology that's his problem, cause I'm not giving him one.