𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 80

Jeong-Hoon had never really been a normal kid as far a anyone could tell, that could be excused by the fact that his childhood had been shit though.

He had an ugly, alcoholic, abusive father that killed his mother, and when his mother died Jeong-Hoon had probably officially lost it. He ended up murdering his father only hours afterwards.

He wasn't a normal kid to begin with, finding it funny when other children fell on the playground, especially the ones younger than him, but when his mother was killed its was kind of like he snapped, and it's been that way ever since.

He didn't feel bad for the things he did to people, he found pleasure in it. At some point the doctors tried to send him to a mental hospital but it ultimately failed, so Jeong-Hoon's psychopathic disorder went undiagnosed.

What helped even more though was his ability to lie, specifically to adults and people of authority.

Teachers thought he was a Saint with perfect grades and a perfect personality, but not a single student thought of him the same way. Especially not the women of the school.

The teenager took pride in the fact that he had made people so depressed or so insane that they actually killed themselves.

Nobody knew about his past and that made it a perfect opportunity to take advantage of everyone and everything while keeping up a good reputation to the people that mattered.

Jeong-Hoon had already applied to multiple Ivy league universities and colleges in the US. He was planning to move there after graduation and live a completely new life away from everyone who knew who he truly was.

The boy honestly hated everyone, including JinYoung and Minho. He saw right through JinYoung's act, and hated how much of a suck up he was. On the other hand though, Minho was different.

He hated Minho because he never bothered to hide that he didn't really like any of his 'friends'. At least JinYoung tried right?

He also hated Minho because he knew who the boy was. He was a complete faggot, and completely and utterly aware of the relationship he had with Jisung. He couldn't believe the two had managed to hide it from him for so long.

That was one of the main reasons he bullied Jisung. As long as Jeong-Hoon had control over Jisung, he had control over Minho, and he liked the power that came with that.

Plus, he enjoyed playing with Jisung. He had precious reactions, and not to mention that the boy was rather cute. It was enduring to see Jisung struggle the way he did...

Not to mention that he was kind of doing Jisung a favor. He helped the younger see a truth. No one else was going to tell him, so someone had to.

Jisung deserved to know just how disgusting he was.

"Jeong-Hoon?" JinYoung asked, just now realizing that the latter wasn't even paying the slightest attention to him.

"Mm." Was all he said, still staring off into the distance.

He had a plan for a fun little activity he could do once everyone was back at school, that may or may not include beating the ever living crap out of Jisungs pretty little face right in front of Minho to see..

"Are you even listening to me?" JinYoung asked, "You're staring off out the window as if I'm not even here."

"No. I'm not listening." Why lie? It was way too much effort.

Suddenly Jeong-Hoon leaned forward, spotting Minhos phone sitting on the coffee table.. now that would be useful.

Of only he knew the password.

"Do you know the code to Minho's phone?" He asked, changing the subject. Whatever JinYoung was talking about was boring anyway.

"I might. Why do you want to know?" He lifted an eyebrow, "Are you planning something?"

"As a matter of fact I am. What's the fucking code?" He leaned forward and snatched it off the table, opening it to his lock screen. Minho was still in the kitchen with Junhae so he should have at least a little bit of time.

"091400." JinYoung reluctantly told him.

"Thats an odd password." Jeong-Hoon commented as he typed it in. The code worked.

"Yeah I thought so too. I think it's a birthday or something." He said, "It's definitely not his though."

Jeong-Hoon rolled his eyes, "No shit." He wasted no time to go to the messages app, looking for a certain someone.

He scrolled for a moment, clicking on someone he thought might be Jisung. The contact name was, 'Sungie'.

The conversation seemed to match with the theory, and Jeong-Hoon smirked. That was good news. It meant his plans would no doubt play out perfectly.

He had this all under control, and within a matter of days when winter break ended, Jisung would be laying on the ground with a fucked up face, and Minho would get to watch the whole thing.

It was really a treat to see both Minho and Jisung in pain.

He pocketed the phone, planning to take it home.

This was going to be lots of fun...