𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 48

Minho roamed the halls following behind the rest if his friend group trying his best to keep to himself. He didn't really have much to say to them anyway.

JinYoung and JunHae had no idea why and made their own theories, but the eldest and tallest of the group knew just what was going on.

Minho was agitated over what might happen when Jeong-Hoon finally ran into Jisung. He didn't want to be there to see the exchange and he hoped that Jisung would be okay.

He was looking for any opportunity to run away from the group and hide from them until last period, maybe even warn Jisung to stay away.

It felt like every breath Minho took added to the constricting force of everything on his lungs, and with every panicked step looking around for Jisung, his body felt even more faint.

He should call Chan.

He would just say he wasn't feeling well-- which was true, but leave out the part about Jisung. Even if the elder already knew about all of it, he still didn't want a lecture.

Chris would probably still catch on however. The older brother never had any problem seeing through Minho's facades. God, he even knew he was gay before Minho did!

Presumably even if Minho hadn't told Chan anything the other night, he would probably know anyway. Eventually.

Suddenly the group stopped in front of him without warning, maybe because Minho wasn't paying attention.

He glanced around them to see what was going on, but immediately regretting even going to school when it was Jisung fumbling with his locker. The boy hadn't yet noticed the group standing behind him.

Jeong-Hoon bent down so the he could speak right into Jisung ear and whispered something like, "What are you doing?"

Jisung felt the hot breath on his ear and neck before anything else and his breath hitched before swiveling around, only to see Jeong-Hoon and stop dead in his tracks.

Did he think it had been Minho who whispered or something.

Jisung swallowed hard looking all around him in case he needed to make a run for it.

"What?" Jeong-Hoon fiddled lightly with the collar of Jisungs shirt, "I just wanna have fun." He said before switching his entire demeanor and using the palm of his hand just below his throat to push Jisung forcefully into the lockers behind him.

The boy started to panic and his head looked around for someone to help him, but his eye caught on Minho. He was standing in the back, to guilty and afraid to even look Jisung in the eye. He knew that once he did everything would become way to real.

The height difference between the two boys was about seven inches in total, and Jeong-Hoon had a lot more muscle and body mass than Jisung in just about every place, making it nearly impossible for the younger to fight back.

"I thought-" Jisung was about to use the excuse about being Minho's property to save himself when Jeong-Hoon cut in.

"Not anymore." He smiled largely, the same smile that was present on his face as he tore open that cat, "He gave you up Jiji. You didn't think he actually cared, did you?" His smile turned into one of a passive aggressive pity.

The nickname made Jisung all the more scared, remembering that no one who cared about him enough would be there to help him. This would be bad...

He looked at Minho again, the boy still staring at his own feet, hoping that he might actually help, but just as expected, he didn't even say a word. As a last resort he looked at JunHae only to see him also looking away as if nothing else was happening.

The hallways had cleared out as everyone had already gone to their next class, but the worst part if it was that they were no were near a classroom.

There was no chance that someone could hear what was going on and help the boy because they were in a hallway dedicated to the cafétéria and a bunch of lockers.

"What are you looking for T9?" He asked putting his face directly in front of Jisungs, "No one is here right now. No one will help you." He clenched his teeth and he moved his hand up to Jisungs neck, squeezing only enough to make it slightly hard for him to breath.

Jisung eyes started to sting and he new he was going to cry. Jeong-Hoon seemed to catch on and he leaned closer, his breath was hot and wet on the side of Jisungs face as he whispered, "You're all alone baby boy. If I wanted to, I could so much as kill you in seconds." The grip on Jisungs throat tightened and tears started to spill over his cheeks.

He turned his head in the other direction and shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the suffocating feeling of Jeong-Hoons hand gripping at his throat, his nails digging into his skill tightly. "Scared now are we? We're only just getting started." He chuckled, his soft voice turning into a whisper that only Jisung would hear, "We're going to have so much fun together."

Suddenly the elder pulled away and let his hands fall to his sides, taking a step back. "Bye bye Jiji." He smirked.

As they walked down the hallway tears still slipped out of his eyes coating his face in a wet layer of salty fear.

When they left, Minho was the last to walk away, giving a glance at Jisung, him too holding back tears that Jisung didn't seem to notice.

Jisung felt a bitter taste in his tongue and suddenly he snapped at the elder, "Go away Minho! Get out of here!" He yelled, making Minho flinch of surprise, but sure enough he did. One foot after the other, Minho walked away.

A scene that would replay in Jisungs mind for days to come.

A/n- You guys might get mad at me for this, but as I am publishing this chapter I have a full 18 other ones fully written and ready to go.. but I'm making you wait for them.. ☠

Also! Thank you so very, very much for all the love and support I got from this book! I didn't expect so many people to like it so quickly. I promise there is much more to come!

And I won't come quickly ☝😚