𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 40

Minho wrapped his fist tightly against Jisungs sweater, pushing him against the door forcefully.

That Monday had come quicker than Minho had expected, but he was still prepared. This was his chance to show Jisung that he wasn't a pushover and Thursday was a one time thing that would never happen again.

Whether the seventeen year old wanted it ot not, Minho was prepared to do whatever was needed to regain his image and authority.

Jisung probably thought that Minho was stupid now and there was no reason to listen to the elder, but that wasn't true at all.

It's possible that this wasn't was Minho was doing at all, but more so just proving to himself that his relationship with Jisung was entirely about sex. On Thursday he had done nothing out of lust and it was scaribg him half to death that he could actually care about the younger that way.

He kept telling himself that there was no way he could have romantic feelings for the younger, but the more that he told himself that, the less he believed it. At this point, the only thing left for Minho was to make Jisung believe that the elder didn't like him at all.

If the boy were ever to find out that Minho had real feelings for him, they would both he screwed.

It was best to stay quiet.

Minho shoved his lips into Jisungs in a hungry kiss, already starting to move his hands around the youngers body, squeezing and pulling at certain parts.

Jisung would be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly uncomfortable. Things seemed to beoving faster than normal and he had a feeling that Minho was going to try something new. Everything was a lot more forced today.

There wasn't any lust even. Jisungs mouth felt dry and Minhos lips weren't making him feel the same way they usually did. He was stiff and forcefull when he moved his hands along the seventeen year olds body.

The younger didn't say anything however, he simply let it happen. Who knows? Maybe it would get better..

He did worry though, was Minho going to try and have sex? Jisung nearly shuttered at the thought. He was not ready-- and even so, this was absolutely not the atmosphere he wanted to lose something as precious as his virginity in.

Minho moved the two of them from the wall and pushed Jisung onto the bed, their lips still connected. Jisung tried his best to match the energy, but it seemed impossible. It was all so aggressive.

Minhos hands suddenly moved their way to Jisungs jeans, undoing them with expert hands.

Jisung was going to simply take a deep breath and not say anything, but them a cold hand shoved it's way into the waistline of his underwear he gasped and pushed away quickly.

He took a quick glance at the elder before shutting his eyes tight, waiting for him to get mad.. but he didn't.

He opened his eyes slightly and only to see the elder a few steps back staring at his hands. He bit his lip and shoved them back into his pockets before looking away at the floor.

Jisung was surprised to see a visible stain of regret tainting the eighteen year olds face.

There was a solid thirty seconds of silence where Jisubg stared at Minho in a mixture of beibg scared, shocked and confused, all while the older boy simply looked at the ground with unblinking eyes.

"Minho-"

"I'm sorry.." he cut the boy off quickly, balling his fists up. He felt guilty. Really, really guilty. How could he have let himself go like that? He knew full well that the younger wasn't ready to move that fast but he did it anyway, just because of his stupid pride.

So fucking what if hes having a full on crises about having feelings for the boy? That's not Jisungs problem and it never will be if he can help it.

Jisung scratched the bottom of his head. The room was had this unexplainable stiff, awkward feel to it that made the younger want to hurl up everything he'd eaten that day. "I'm sorry.." Jisung said as well, "It just happened really fast, I didn't mean to push you like that.."

Minho continued to stare at the floor. He was almost on the verge of tears feeling an overwhelming sense of regret for anything he had ever done to hurt anyone else, but the last thing he would do was cry in front of Jisung.

If he were look up and make eye contact with the younger he would surly burst out in a fit of tears and sobbing. He would have to call Chan.

Jisung looked down at his lap, now feeling even more awkward than he had before since Minho hadn't responded.

"I should probably go.." Jisung whispered.

Minho nodded silently.

No matter how much it hurt.