𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 36

The moment the bell rang Minho was quick to rush out of his classroom for lunch to meet up with his 'friends' at JinYoung's locker.

The entire day Minho had found himself worrying over how things had gone over with Jisungs father, and everytime he realized what he was thinking about, he would scold himself for being so worried for Jisung. It wasn't even his problem anyway.

However, it could be his problem. What if the two boys were no longer allowed to see one another? Or even worse, what if Jisung had confessed to everything, his father had contacted the school, and the school contacted his own father? What if Jisung had been hurt or punished-- all of this wasn't even the younger boys idea.

No. No. Minho shouldn't worry. It barely involved him, ans he didn't care that much about Jisung to worry about it the whole day as if he was some sort of baby sitter for the seventeen your old.

Minho neared the locker where the rest of the group was already huddled up talking to one another. "Minho." Jeong-Hoon greeted, "How are you?"

Minho opened his mouth to speak, but the other cut him off quickly, "Just kidding I don't care." And laughed, "How's you big brother?"

None of them had left him alone since the incident with Bang Chan in the alley way that one time.

"He's fine." Minho said through a tense jaw, trying his best not to beat the living shit out of the boy.

The others laughed, along with a forced laugh from Junhae, which only Minho seemed to actually notice. They all started to make their way from the locker and go walking down the hallway to find their usual lunch spot in the cafétéria at an empty table that everybody was too afraid to sit at anymore.

They chatted amongst themselves, but Minho stayed more quiet than usual, his mind once again wandering back to the thought of Jisung. His inky class with him was after lunch, so he didn't actually know if the younger was even at school.

He scanned the hallways, looking for the familiar boy so that he could go and see him. Or rather, he was going to do something rude infront of his friends to a) make them think that he hated Jisung-- which he told himself he did, b) make Jisung feel bad, to d) make himself feel better about himself.

Only after a few minutes did he spot the boy walking ahead of the in the hallway, exiting an LA room.

Minho sped up slightly, walking up beside the younger and using a shit ton of muscle, more than he had intended, to push him against the lockers, making him drop all of his books and papers for the second time that week.

When Minho heard a quiet cry of pain escape the youngers lips, he felt a physical pang of guilt go through his chest. Why had he done that? But his friends were just over there, so it's not like he could apologize. Instead he just gripped the sleeve of the boys sweater, pulled him a little bit closer, and said, "You had it coming." In more of a growl than a whisper.

He felt Jisung eyes on the back of his head as he walked off, joining back with the rest of his group.

The feeling in his chest was still very prominent, and getting more tense and more painful with every step he took. For the rest of the school day, Minho kept repeating the same phrase in his head to make himself feel less guilty, 'He deserved it.'

Why did Jisung deserve it? The answer was simple.

He didn't.

. . .

The pain coursing through the whole side of Jisungs left arm alone was enough to make him cry. He was sure that he had sprained it or something, or at the very least there would be a huge bruise.

He bent down to start picking up his books before anyone could trample over them. Jeongin, who was on the other end of the hallway at the time, had seen the whole thing and rushed over to help.

"Oh my god," he muttered, bending down and grabbing papers off the floor, "I'm really sorry.." he said quietly.

"No," Jisung tried to smile through the pulsating pain in his arm, "I'm fine. It'd not your fault or anything so dint feel sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." He said again, "When I invited you over I should have thought about what Minho might think, but it just completely slipped my mind that all three of us go to the same school."

Jisung shook his head, using his weak arm to try and pick up a binder, but winced at the pain noticeably.

"Ah," Jeongin reached out, setting everything in one big pile, "You should get your arm checked out. I saw.. I saw how hard he pushed you." He hesitated to say the words that incriminated his friend.

"Yeah.. I'll go to the nurses office over lunch." Jisung nodded, "I'm sure it's really not that bad."

He picked up his stuff, using mostly his right arm, and just placing his left hand there for extra support.

Jeongin walked with him to his locker to put everything away. For a few moments neither of them talked. By this time the hallways were almost completely empty other than a few late students.

"Y'know, he's really not all bad." Jeongin said suddenly.

"Hm?"

"Minho. He's not all bad. For example, when he's with his older brother he becomes this adorable baby. I can't count the amount of times that I caught them cuddling together." Jeongin paused, "It's just at school that he actually becomes a bad person. Or around people from school. Around his other friends, like me and Seungmin, he's also super nice, when he's not bust defending his honor."

Jisung nodded, "Yeah. I guess I could see that." He thought back to all of those times that Minho had seemed weirdly nice. Like just the other day when he way too scared to take a step further with him.

"Exactly." Jeingin smiled, "Just don't tell him I told you that.. he might hate me."