𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 31

Jisung walked through the hallways holding his binders, books and pencil kits in his arms, preparing for his first class after lunch.

Whenever he had seen Minho that day, the elder either didn't notice him, or pretended he didn't exist. Jisung could tell he was mad about what had happened on Friday, ans wondered what would happen after school when they met up. He worried that Minho would be particularly mad, and possibly hurt the younger, but he knew that things would be even worse if he ignored Minho.

Jisubg had thanked Felix for standing up for him the other night, but in reality, if Felix hadn't said anything, the situation probably would have been a lot better.

When they got back Felix stayed with Jisung for a while and talked with him, letting his friend cry on his shoulder.

For the past week, Jisung had been wearing a heavy load of concealer and turtle necks. When he had first gotten the hickies, he had tried every hack in the book to make them fade or hide them, but even afterwards, though they had somewhat faded, he still had to wear concealer.

It was taking forever for them to fade naturally aswell and Jisung knew that he had to be very carefull about not letting them show. Especially around Felix. If his friend saw them, he would wonder where he had gotten them, and he sure as he'll wouldn't be able to tell the truth.

Jisung POV

Suddenly I heard familiar voices behind me, and glanced back to see Minho and his friends. I looked back to the direction I was walking and sped up my pace hoping they hadn't seen me, but as Minho walked by, I saw him reach his arm out in my direction, and he hit all of my binders and papers to the floor of the busy hallway.

Immediately I felt like crying but held it back and just bent down to start picking up my papers.

Two feet then appeared in my peripheral vision and they bent down to help me with all of my stuff, but when I looked up to see who it was I wasn't much happier.

"I doubt they even notice I'm missing." Junhae laughed dryly, but there was no humor in his voice.

I bit my lip to stop from crying harder and looked back to the ground, continuing to scramble for all of my stuff. Why was he here? Was he just trying to rub salt in the wound? "I'm sorry.. for Minho..." Junhae said quietly, looking at the ground as well, picking up a big binder that had fallen open.

"I don't care." I said bluntly, "Whatever it is you're trying to accomplish here, I don't want to be a part of it."

"Ah.." he said quietly, his movements slowing for a moment. "I get that.. but seriously, whether you accept it or not, I'm sorry you have to deal with Minho."

"Sure you are." I muttered. I didn't believe that any of those guys had an apologetic bone in their body. Especially not for one another.

"Fine." Junhae said handing me my last papers as we both stood up, "But let me say one last thing," he paused, "Your special."

"Huh?" I asked. What did he mean by that? Special..

"Minho likes you. More than he likes a lot of people. I've been watching you two and I can say it with confidence. Whether Minho will accept it or not, you mean atleast a little bit to him."

"You're full of it." I shook my head, sniffing my nose, "If I meant anything to Minho he'd leave me be." With that I turned around and walked away, holding all of my messed up and jumbled things in a big lump in my arms.

I didn't mean anything to Minho. Junhae was just trying something.. I don't know what, but I'd probably find out.