𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 60

Jisung hurried down the halls, to scared to even look up incase he saw someone he didn't want to see.

He held his binders tightly in his clenched hands, his knuckles turning white. He didn't used to be this anxious when he was changing classes, but something had changed.

Jisung was no longer a happy person. He hated who he was and he knew why. It's not like Jeong-Hoon made him hate himself, but rather, the elder simply made him open his eyes.

Jisung could now see who he really was as a person, and he wasn't great, let's just say that.

When he thought about himself he thought about how selfish he was, how stupid he could have been to think that making out in Minho's room would ever go anywhere good.

He remembered when Jeong-Hoon had called him a pig, talking about how ugly the younger was. At first he didn't believe it, preferring to think about what Minho said.

He had complimented the boys waist and his pretty face.

Originally Minho's words were what mattered to Jisung, but as more time went on and Jeong-Hoon kept shouting these things at him in the hallways, Jeong-Hoon's words started to over power the good ones..

Jisung liked to look at himself in the mirror and critique his body.

He never really did all that much exercise, so he didn't have any abs or biceps, in fact, he had a fat stomach.

Or at least that's what he thought.

Jisungs stomach was in fact perfectly average. He had a flat stomach, but you could still pinch the fat that was there, his belly was actually smaller than most.

He didn't believe this however. He started to notice the fat on his body, especially on his face. Why was his face so round? Why were his cheeks so big? He thought he looked stupid.

He was embarrassed that he had been walking around looking like this for his entire life thinking that he was average.

Bottom line was, Jisung was fat.

"Hey Jiji."

Jisung stopped in his tracks, already starting to sweat at the familiar voice. He looked up and locked eyes with Jeong-Hoon for a split second.

Behind him was Minho, not bothering to even look at the helpless boy, just reminding Jisung of how little he meant to the elder.

How could he be so stupid as to think that just because they kissed Minho had thought of him as any more than a toy.

"You looked scared.."

The halls started to empty.

"Is there something you'd like to say?"

Jisung could only count five people who still hadn't made it to their next class.

"Well, spit it out."

2 people.

"Spit it out Jiji." Jeong-Hoon said through clenched teeth, his hand making its way to Jisungs neck.

Zero people..

"No.." Jisung mumbled barely audible, looking to the side.

"Speak up." He growled spinning around to shove Jisung against a locker.

Jisung yelped and he could have sworn he saw Minho flich as he watched Jisung being thrown around, as if it was painful to watch.

"No, no I have nothing to say!" Jisung said louder now.

"Thats what I thought." He started smiling devilishly. He leaned in towards Jisungs ear, "You have no where to run baby boy, and no where to hide."

Jisung squirmed under his grasp, wriggling to get free but to no avail.

Jeong-Hoon giggled lightly, loving the pure power he had in the situation. Watching people struggle was such a turn on.

That's probably what made rape so appealing to him.

He used his pointer finger to trace Jisungs jawline, having no shame in the things he was doing, despite Minho being right there to watch.

Jisungs lifted his face, stretching his neck to try and get farther away from the elder, in doing so, being able to see Minho's expression.

Tears were rolling down Jisung face and he gave a pleading look to the elder, basically begging him to help.

Minho saw and immediately felt light headed. He couldn't handle this. Watching the boy he loved so much struggle for air as someone clenched their fist around his neck was too much.

He bit his bottom lip, giving a look to Jisung that Jeong-Hoon didn't see, as if to say 'I'm sorry, but I can't.'

Jisung closed his eyes upon knowing that Minho would never do anything. Minho hated the boy, that's why he gave Jisung up to such a monster.

"I-I need to get to class." Minho muttered starting to walk away.

Jeong-Hoon lifted his face, looking at Minho as he started to leave, "Already? I thought you wanted to see him struggle. Isn't that what you said."

Minho stopped and turned around slightly, "I never said that.."

"You did so.." Suddenly the taller got an idea, "Or could it be because you have a soft spot and don't want him to get hurt?"

Minho clenched his fists, "Forget it Jeong-Hoon. I'm leaving." He said stiffly.

"Oh go ahead.." the taller smirked.

Jisung watched as he walked away.

He always left didn't he..