𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 39

Felix watched as Jisung slept, curled up in a ball on his bed with his mouth slightly parted and thin even breaths escaping his lips. Felix was laying facing him, staring into his peaceful state. Felix wasn't able to sleep however.

He wondered how Jisung could sleep either with so much going on in both their lives.

Felix had stayed up until 2am for the past three days studying for an exam that he found out he had ended up failing today. He thought he should tell Jisung to get it off his chest, but the other boy already had so much going on in his life.

From that stupid fucking jerk Minho, to his father that they both thought was starting to get better, but just returned to his old antics at two time after he drove Jisung to and from the doctors office.

Felix was pretty sure that there was something Jisung was hiding. The other week he had hickies on his neck that he covered with concealer, and suddenly he was asking Felix about more sex related things.

Jisung was doing a terrible job at hiding the fact that he was clearly sleeping with someone, but Felix never asked about it. He was waiting to see if maybe he would let the other know on his own.

Jisung eyes started to flutter open and he made comfortable eye contact with Felix. "Hello." Felix smiled softly, "How was your sleep."

"Good.." Jisung yawned sleepily. It was only 8pm, but he was still very tired.

Felox laid hus head back down on the pillow, giving a gentle smile to his friend, but noticed something black poking out of the hem of Jisungs oversized sweater. He reached out and pulled the collar to the side only to reveal a caste looking thing.

"Oh," Jisung said, "I mean to tell you but I completely forgot." He said pulling the hem of his shirt down farther.

"Yeah?" Felix asked, looking slightly worried that his friend had been injured in some way unknown to him, but suddenly his face turned angry, "Was it Minho?" He asked, already feeling his fist colliding with that dickheads face.

"Yeah.." Jisung said, "He uhm.. pushed me into a locker." He muttered.

"Hard enough to put your shoulder in a brace?!" He sat up, his blood starting to heat up in his veins. He was starting to get fed up with the way Minho was treating his best friend. He found it hard to focus on anything other than worrying for Jisung in his life.

"When you put it that way.." Jisung mumbled, also sitting up.

"When I put it that way it's the plain truth Jisung. I get that there's not much for you to do about it but.." Felix's whole life was starting to get overpowered by his constant fear of Jisubg getting hurt. He wished that the boy would just drop out of that God forsaken school and just go somewhere else.

It was taking a tole on Felix's mental health for him to be thinking about so much at once everyday all day. Sure it was probably much worse for Jisung, but that didn't mean that he couldn't also struggle.

"Im sorry." Jisung said, "You're right. I'll be more carefull to avoid him I promise." Jisung knew this was a lie. He more or less looked forward to his Mondays and Thursdays with Minho. He knew that everytime he would feel dirty, filthy and used after, but he still wanted it. He wanted the attention, to be the only thing that Minho was thinking about.

Last Thursday seemed different though. Minho didn't take anything in return, ans there was a whole new vibe around the room.

Minho seemed to be carefull and nurturing rather than lustfull and aggressive. He gave instead of taking.

Felix nodded, "Thank you." He placed his head on Jisungs shoulder and took deep breaths trying to calm himself from the whirlwind of thoughts that circled his head.

"Are you okay?" Jisung asked worried. He reached up and placed his hand on the others back.

Felix shook his head, tears starting to brim his eyes, "I'm worried Jisung. I can't help but fear for you all the fucking time." He hickupped a breath, "And, and I failed an exam I studied so hard for, I got rejected by the girl I liked.." he spilled out what's been on his cluttered mind, "Jisung I can't do anything but worry about you. I'm never able to focus in class. I glance at my phone every two minutes to see if there's some sort of text from you asking for help."

Jisung started to feel guilty. Very guilty. It was never Felix's intention to make the other feel bad, but he couldn't help it.

Jisung shut his eyes tight, wrapping his arms around his friend's shoulders in a warm hug, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered into his ear. Felix shook his head as if to say it wasn't his fault, but Jisung knew it was, "I sweat to God everything is getting better at school. I'm perfectly fine Lixie.." he whispered. He tried to plaster a smile to his face to make Felix feel better, but his lips trembled as he fought back his tears.

He needed to be there for Felix, not make him feel worse...