𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 79

Standing at only 5'8, it was made especially clear to Minho that he would never be able to beat Jeong-Hoon in a physical fight. Did that scare him? Maybe, but not as much as it worried him.

If Minho was unable to defend himself in a fight with the taller, even despite his martial art training, he didn't dare to imagine imagine might happen if Jisung was ever put in that situation.

Jeong-Hoon was 6'3. 6. Foot. 3. Inches.

That's fucking tall, especially for an Asian, not to mention the pure muscle mass on that guy's body. He hit the gym nearly every day and probably had enough strength to life a whole car. Minho did not.

This was also one of the biggest things that stopped Minho from ever defending Jisung. If he were to interrupt, Jeong-Hoon would surly take his anger out on the younger boy, the complete opposite of what Minho was opting to do.

He knew that if he were to ever try and stop Jeong-Hoon, not only Jisung, but both of them would end up badly hurt, so after quite a while of thought, he realized something.

The only way Minho would ever be able to save Jisung, was if he made a 'sneak attack' on Jeong-Hoon. He just had no idea how.

Even if he managed to beat the guy up, that would only put off the inevitable. It was a risky thing and Minho knew that if he made one wrong move both of them might end up dead.

Jeong-Hoon was strong, smart- like, really, smart, and he was a psychopath. He wouldn't hesitate to punch Jisungs head in.

He figured that the only thing to do was get the authorities to secretly investigate.. but the only problem was, if he were to tell the police about this, they would also know what Minho had done in the past.

He knew it might he selfish, but he'd rather not risk a criminal record. He was sure he could find another plan, and if he couldn't.. well, he'd have to tell the cops.

It was a last resort.

"What're you thinking about?" JinYoung asked, sitting on the couch across from Minho.

Oh, yeah, and Jeong-Hoon also knew were Minho lived. Not a good start.

"I'm just thinking. It's stupid really." Minho sighed, not feeling like starting a fight. If Chan was to find out these guys were in Minho's house... he would flip- to put it lightly.

"Hm." JinYoung nodded, Turing back to whisper with Jeong-Hoon. God how he hated those two with his heart and soul.

Minho suddenly got up, "I'll be right back. I'm thristy."

Minho quickly slipped out of the room and into the kitchen, not actually going for a glass of water. He wasn't thristy at all, he just hated being around those guys.

He sighed, sluping his head into his arms on the island.

He kind of knew that he couldn't deal with this on his own. He would need the cops to help at some point.. but.. he just couldn't.

If the cops found out, not only would he be in legal trouble, but his father would find out, in fact, considering his family's social status, it would probably be all over the news.

He could already see the news heading..

Teen son of billionair Bang Sung-Ho, Lee Minho, busted for petty theft, harassment, abuse and more, as well as having an unethical relationship with fellow classmate Han Jisung...

He would feel so terrible if he managed to get Jisung dragged into that stuff. Maybe it was possible to keep the entire thing completely under the rug?

Who knows.

"Minho?" HaeJun's soft voice made Minho snap his head up to stare at him. He was by far one of the most soft people he had ever really met. The boy didn't deserve to be treated the way he was.

"Mm." Minho responded, looking away.

"I'd like to talk to you." He said quietly. Was he trying to make sure the other two didn't hear them speak?

When Minho failed to respond, HaeJun continued to talk anyway, "What kind of relationship did you have with Jisung."

Now this, caught Minhos attention. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the youngster skeptically, "What do you mean?"

HaeJun sighed, "I'm not going to tell anyone Minho, I just want to know. I caught on to how you two were with one another, you've never treated anyone that way before.."

Minho looked away, feeling helpless, "What's it to you? It doesn't matter anymore does it."

"Why doesn't it? If you still like him-"

"Who said I had feelings for him?" Minho snapped defensively. He would admit, it was a bit to harsh for such an innocent question. The boy wasn't even insinuating anything.

"When he tutored you, you were the happiest I've ever seen you, Minho. You looked at him like he was special and it didn't take a genius to tell he liked you back." HaeJun took a step closer. He was glad that JinYoung and Jeong-Hoon would never hear this conversation.

"Key word: liked." Minho pointed out, "Whether I like him or not means nothing, the time for us has past and I need to accept that. I also don't appreciate you snooping around in my personal business.

Haejun for some reason seemed to find this funny, and started to chuckle lightly, amused by the elder.

"What's so funny about that?" Minho snapped, but he only laughed harder.

He walked slightly closer and looked Minho in the eyes, the entertained smile still stuck to his face, "Minho, you dense motherfucker."

Minho couldn't help but be talen aback by the phrase. He had never seen HaeJun speak like that, he was usually a very shy, closed off boy, "Pardon me?"

"Minho, I'm not even involved in this whole situation, and even I could tell that Jisung likes you. He misses you dude, so bad. He's probably hurt because you gave him up to Jeong-Hoon- in fact, he's probably also under the impression that his crush is one sided."

To say that Minho felt stupid was an understatement. How could he not notice this? When he thought about it it was so obvious... no wonder he got so mad about the message in the journal.

Minho shut his eyes tight, feeling frustrated at his lack of attention.

HaeJun laughed again, "Have fun with that Minho." Before walking out of the kitchen.

How had Minho been so dumb?