𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 37

When Jisung had gotten to the nurses office, she took a quick poke at the already forming bruise that took up from his shoulder to his lower upper arm and told him that he had done something to his shoulder and he needed to go see a doctor.

When asked about where the bruise had come from, he obviously lied and said it was from P.E class.

After school he had called his dad to pick him up and bring him to the doctors office right away, because his arm was starting hurt more and more as the day went on.

His father had said something about, "This better be real. I don't want to miss this much work for nothing." Jisung had no doubt that something was actually wrong with him though.

The doctor had ended up fitting him with a shoulder brace to stop him from rotating his left arm all that much because Jisung had slammed into the locker right on his shoulder. The brace was a tight fit and there was a thin layed of padding on it and a strap that went around his chest to keep it on, making it easy to hide under long sleeved shirts.

By the time Jisung was home, the bruise was already dark and purple.

When his father and doctor asked about it, he had said he gotten accidentally slammed into a locker by a group of boys that were running in the hallway. His dad had been skeptical at first, but ended up being convinced when the doctor said that the bruises lined up almost exactly.

On Thursday when Jisung had gotten up for school he wore an extra baggy sweater over his shoulder brace so that you couldn't see it's slim outline through the thick material.

Now, Jisung was just leaving his last class of the day, thinking about why Minho had pushed him. Afterwards, the boy remembered clearly what the elder had whispered, but he didn't actually have any idea what it meant. What had Jisung done to upset him so badly?

Was it because his dad had found out? But why could he be mad about that.. it was more of Jisungs problem than his.

Jisung heard loud laughter behind him and glanced over his shoulder only to see Minho and his friends. He looked away quickly hoping that they hadn't seen him and sped up his walk.

"Look, Minho he's running!" He heard JinYoung call, the rest of them laughing. Jisung was nearly positive that they were talking about him. Who else could it be?

He heard Minho respond, but over the crowded hallway he couldn't actually make out what he had said. He just assumed it was some sort of insult and kept walking faster, keeping his head low.

He knew that he was supposed to meet him after school, so when he left the front doors, he kind if just made a b-line for the parking lot, and Minho did as well.

. . .

As they drove, Jisung worked hard to say anything to Minho, because his resting face honestly looked kind of pissed. "Minho..?" He said, getting a blunt hum in response, "If I ask you a question, do you promise not to get mad..?" He asked, peering at him front he passenger seat.

"Depends on the question." Minho said making a right turn.

"What did I do to make you so mad yesterday..? I'm sorry if that a stupid question, but I just.." he muttered, feeling like an idiot.

Minhos grip loosened on the steering wheel, suddenly feeling a familiar pang of guilt in his chest. The only reason he had hit Jisung was to show his friends that he wasn't a pussy, and because he was mad at himself.

He was mad that he actually cared for Jisung as more than a sex toy and blamed it on him. It wasn't Jisungs fault that Minho couldn't control himself. "It doesn't matter anymore." He said bluntly. What else was he supposed to say.

. . .

Minho lead the younger through the hallway and back to his bedroom for the third time in two weeks. Whenever Minho went in here, the only thing he could think of was Jisung and the things they had done...

"Alright," Minho smirked, "You ready?" He asked watching as Jisung sat down awkwardly, nodding. Minho sat down beside him, moving to the center of the bed. He reached out and got a firm grip on Jisungs shoulder, trying to help him to where he sat, but retracted his hand immediately when Jisung let out a noticeable cry of pain.

Minho was quick to connect the dots and pulled down the collar of Jisungs shirt to expose his shoulder, only to see a black brace clinging to his skin.

Minho smile dropped quickly, realizing how hard he must have pushed Jisung the other day. The yelp that Jisung had made yesterday came flooding to mind, and he realized how much he must have hurt the other boy. "I.." Minho said as Jisung quickly pulled his sweater back up.

"It's fine." Jisung said, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry.." Minho found himself saying under his breath as he continued to stare at where the cast had been visible, even after Jisung moved his shirt back into place.

He reached his arm out and grazed his fingertips across his shoulder carefully, feeling the outline of the brace through the fabric, "I didn't realize I pushed you that hard.." he said.

He felt a sharp pinch in his chest every time he breathed, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and leave Jisung the hell alone. Leave everyone the hell alone. He was no good for Jisung, yet he wanted to stay around him. He was stupid and weak for ever even joining those guys at school.

He was a terrible person.

His father had been right all those times he called Minho weak and unreliable. No wonder Chan was the favorite child. No wonder Minho was nothing but a pawn to his father.

He leaned in towards Jisung slowly, leaving a soft kiss on the base of his neck, pulling away slightly before going to kiss down lowed near his collar bone, working his way around every part of his neck. Minho didn't realize how much he would regret acting this way later, but in the moment he felt he needed to.

He didn't want to feel like he was using Jisung today, and he didn't want to throw the younger around. He wanted to give something to him with nothing in return for once.

Minho felt Jisungs hands lay gently around his waist and up to his chest muscles, tilting his head back to give Minho more access.

The both slowly moved into the center of the bed, where Minho layed the younger down, hovering over top of him while he worked away. He made sure not to suck to hard at any peices of skin, but just to lightly kiss them while slightly nibbling or licking at neck and upper chest.

Minho felt contempt with this. With feeling like he was actually there for Jisung. In the moment he felt good about apologizing.

Later however, he would no doubt hate himself for going all soft on Jisung, and make up some kind of lame excuse to defend his honor.

Like he always did...