𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 56

Jisung was in the school bathrooms in the 2nd corridor washing his hands after he had used the toilet. He was rushing because this was in-between class change and he didn't want to be late.

As he pulled up his sleeves he looked down at his wrists, a feeling of disgust building in his chest as he remembered the night before.

His wrists were clear of any scars, thank God, but he had truly been thinking about it.

Just the night before he had been sobbing in the bathroom with a blade from his father's metal razor in his trembling hand. As he stood in front of the mirror he really thought he was going to do it.

He wanted to see the crimson blood drip into the still wet sink...

Recently he'd been depressed. Very depressed.

He had been thinking, and realized something. He had been bullied for the past three years of his life, and even before that he didn't have many friends, there must be a reason for that.

Maybe despite how self aware he thought he had been, he was really just blind and ignorant. Maybe he was actually a terrible person, and he deserved what was coming to him.

It also hurt about Minho. When Jeong-Hoon said that the elder had given him up, he had felt his heart drop like a rock.

Maybe he shouldn't have been under the impression that he meant anything to Minho, he just didn't think that the elder would push him under the bus so easily.

Maybe it was punishment for cutting ties.

Either way, Jisung felt stupid and humiliated. How could he ever think that Minho liked him at all.

Jisung was a toy and he knew that fair and square.

The warm water flowed over top of Jisung hands and he clenched them tightly, too distracted by his thoughts to hear the door open.

Jisung yelled as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He whirled around and came face to face with a wickedly smiling Jeong-Hoon.

"Did you think you could hide in here forever Jiji?" He asked, his face not an inch from his, "It's already three minutes past class change."

Jisung opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but an exhale of breath came from his lips.

"Aw? Cat got your tongue?" The elder asked, his grip on Jisungs shoulder getting tighter, "Answer me. I'm not going to ask twice."

Jisungs breath got shallow, as if he was thinking that if he was quick enough, he might just fade away.

"Speak!" Jeong-Hoon grabbed his other shoulder and spun them around to pin Jisung against the wall with a thud.

Jisung gasped, the wind beibg knocked out of him. He closed his eyes tightly and looked the other way, "No.."

"No what."

"I wasn't hiding in here from you.." he whispered. His voice was shaky and he barely managed to get it out.

"Good boy.." Jeong-Hoon whispered, starting to smile as he used his long pointer finger nail and dragged it down Jisungs neck. Jisung whimpered, starting to cry.

He had realized very quickly that being Jeong-Hoon's property was much, much worse compared to Minho. Jeong-Hoon seemed to get off on violence and pain. Jisung knew that he found sexual pleasure in watching people squirm under his painful grasp.

Soon there was a much greater pain as Jeong-Hoon stuffed his hand free hand up the youngers shirt and used quite a bit of force as he dragged his sharp thumb down his chest.

Jisung tried backing away into the wall, struggling to get free. It hurt a lot and he knew that it was most likely drawing blood, as if it were a knife.

The elder leaned his forhead right against the wall, his mouth lining up perfectly with Jisungs ear so that he could hear Jeong-Hoon's sharp breathing.

"You know you can't hide from me Jiji." He smiled, "I'll always find you. I'm always two steps ahead, and you know it, don't you?"

Jisung looked away. He was uncomfortable and he felt like a was about to puke. He shook his head 'no', as he squeezed his eyes closed even more.

"You look so scared.." he whispered, "Is something wrong?... Am I making you.. nervous?" He giggled.

Tears sprung onto Jisungs and his breath came and went faster and faster. A tight constricting rope was squeezing around Jisungs lungs, and it felt hard to even inhale.

"Aw.. poor Jiji.." Jisung jolted as he felt Jeong-Hoon's nail jab into his stomach right above his belly button. The elder bent down and licked a warm line from Jisung collar bone, all the way past his jawline and right to under his ear.

Jisung tried to get free but failed miserably, feeling taller push him against the wall with even more force.

"Be a good boy for me Jiji.. you know no one would ever like you." He said as if it were a sweet comment, "With that pig of a body, you know that everyone hates you. They think your ugly Jiji, they think you're annoying, they all want you dead. I can fix you Jiji, just let me help you.." he whispered slowly.

"M-m-" Jisung shook his head, "No.." he whimpered, sinking into the wall until he physically couldn't push himself any farther into it.

"Mmm." Jeong-Hoon suddenly pulled his hand out from Jisungs shirt, the tip being grazed with a light bit of blood that dripped down to his cuticles.

He brought it up to his mouth, and looked Jisung in the eyes while he licked up the red liquid, "I'll give you some time to think..." he whispered.

Jisung watched with nothing to say, his vision to blurry from tears to really make anything out, as the taller left the bathroom, the door swinging closed.

Jisung took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He mine as well die..