𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 52

Jisung heart was beating at an unhealthy pace, so much so that he could hear it in his ear. His palms sweat profusely as he gripped at the boys wrists.

Jeong-Hoon had him pinned up against the wall out in the cold. They were all alone in the courtyard with no one around to even spare Jisung a pitiful glance.

The elders breath was hot and wet on Jisung's face as he exhaled onto him whispering, "I know what you did Jisung.."

Jisung's stomach clenched and he tried not to pass out. What was he talking about? There could be so much.

"I know what you did.." he repeated, a smile growing on his face. Jisung felt so helpless, standing on the cold, his hair littered with snowflakes. The boys fingers were starting to go numb, as he had left his gloves in the backpack that was now thrown out into the middle of the courtyard, slowly being burried with snow.

Jisung shook his head, already denying whatever it was that the older boy was referring to. Jisung had done a lot on the past three months.

"Don't deny it.." he whispered, "I saw you Jisung." He smirked.

"What? What did I do?" The tears rolling dowb his face wasted no time to freeze on his cheeks in the cold weather.

"You tried to kiss Minho didn't you."

Jisung looked up in horror at Jeong-Hoon. When was this? Did he know about them? What occasion? How long had he known?

"In the library." He teased, running his hands up Jisung torso, slightly lifting up his jacket and exposing the bare skin to the burning cold. The light ghost of Jeong-Hoon's fingers made Jisung want to cringe and cry at the same time.

"You tried to kiss him didn't you." He repeated. The airy tone of the older boys voice made it seem like he was far far away from reality.

It seemed like he wasn't entirely 'there'. Like he was either super tired, mentally ill or high. Jisung bet it was the second option.

He shook his head, "I never-"

Jeong-Hoon slapped his hand over Jisungs mouth to stop him from talking and his fingernails suddenly dug deep into the soft milky skin of the younger boys bare torso.

Jisungs breath hitched at the sudden pain and tried to pull away, only to fail miserably as he was pulled even tighter to the wall.

Jeong-Hoon ghosted his hand over Jisungs neck staring at it blankly, but with a look of interest in his eyes. He didn't say anything but used his long pointer finger nail to scratch him right down the center from under his chin to his collar bone.

Jisung squirmed under the touch, hating the feeling of the sharp point running all the way down his raw neck.

Without any type of warning or indication, Jeong-Hoon suddenly grasped onto Jisungs neck tightly, so tight that the young boy could barely breath anymore.

He gasped and choked for air, scratching the his hand for freedom, but the older didn't budge. He stared intently at his hand, his knuckles staring to turn white and the finger marks being left on the younger boys silky neck.

Jeong-Hoon didn't have any sexual feeling for Jisung however, he simply seemed to get off on the look of pain and distress on the young boys face, it made him want to take it one step further.

He dug his nails into the side of his neck before snapping out of his drunken daze and letting go. Jisung gasped for air, placing his own hand over the place that the olders hand had been.

Jisung looked up with a horrified face. He had been seconds away from  completely blacking out from lack of oxygen, but Jeong-Hoon only seems to smile.

He liked it.

He was proud of this.

The entire time the older hadn't said a word though. The whole interaction they had been having in fact, Jeong-Hoon looked... out if it.

He was all airy and didn't seem to be thinking right, like there was some hidden desire that had taken over his conscious mind and driven him to do such a thing.

Jisung watched as he didn't say a word and simply picked up his backpack which he had set on a table and started to walk away.

He was ill.

Jeong-Hoon was insane.

If he hadn't suddenly come back to reality at that moment, it was very possible that Jisung could be laying passed out on the cold concrete of the courtyard right now.

He wasn't safe anymore..