𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 84

Finally being back to school was really no fun, but it was better than Jisung had originally thought it would be. All day long not a single person had picked on him and he was rather thankful for it.

Besides this however, he was still overwhelmingly nervous about after school, when he was scheduled to meet Minho. He hoped that it was nothing bad.

There were infinite possibilities of what Minho could possibly want and even more questions. Like, why now? All of a sudden? Was there an initial event?

What if it was a setup for something? That thought didn't fail to make him shiver. No need to worry any longer however, as he was very close to meeting him there.

After the last bell rang Jisung made his way to the bathrooms and waited out the crowds until everyone was gone from the school, or at least mostly everyone.

There were probably some teachers still in their classrooms, but it didn't really matter.

Now, he was trudging through the snow to the courtyard behind the school, where Minho had told him to be. Despite how nervous he was, he still managed to control his nerves.

He had a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, a warm winter coat, and boots on to keep warm. Even though he had gloves on, he still made sure to keep his hands in his pockets.

He kept his head down, just in case anyone was still around and recognized him. It was clear Minho didn't want anyone knowing about this.

As he turned the corner, finally in the courtyard he looked up, freezing in place.

How could he have been so stupid? To think that anything good could have come from this. He really needed to stop falling for Minho's games..

In front of him stood four boys, easily identified as Minho, Jeong-Hoon, JinYoung and HaeJun. He knew as soon as he saw them all, that it had been a setup.

Why else would all of them be there?

"Hey Jiji.." Jeong-Hoon smiled.

Minho was not happy. When Jeong-Hoon had brought all of them here he didn't think much of it, but now that Jisung had shown up it was even worse.

Jeong-Hoon was clearly planning something. If he had known before hand he might have texted to warn Jisung, but he lost his phone a few days ago and hasn't been able to get a new one yet.

He suspected that either JinYoung or Jeong-Hoon had taken it when they came over the other day, but there was no proof to that.

Jeong-Hoon took a step forward and Jisung took a step back, "What? You look surprised. You didn't think Minho actually wanted to meet up with you..? Did you..?"

So it was confirmed. Jeong-Hoon had stolen Minho's phone and used it to text Jisung.

"I.. I don't.." now Jisung felt humiliated and scared. It was true. He had really thought Minho wanted to speak with him.

Jeong-Hoon took a few long and heavy steps toward Jisung, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt. He dragged him closer to the rest of the group and swung him forward.

Jisung landed in the cold snow right on his ass, hearing some laughter. He didn't want to look up, it was mortifying...

He felt a presence bend down right in front of him, leaning in close, "You know you deserve this Jiji." Jeong-Hoon's dark voice all but growled.

Jisung was left confused by what he meant, until Jeong-Hoon's stood up. He lifted his foot back and wasted no time swinging it forward into Jisungs face.

He felt his nose take the impact and he toppled, laying in the snow now. A warm roll of blood oozed out onto the snow and a sharp pain trickled through his body. These was a dull ache in his nose, yet it felt horrible.

He yelped loudly as he felt another blow land on his stomach, and then another..  and another. Soon, after quite a few kicks he was starting to cough up a crimson liquid.

Jeong-Hoon bent down, "I don't think you've earned the privilege to stay warm have you?" He whispered, roughly tearing off Jisung scarf and jacket.

All he was wearing was a thin sweater as he lay in the snow now, cold and wet. The ice burned at his cheeks but he could care less as he felt a painful stomp onto his arm, which was laying in front of his on the ground.

He heard the crack as Jeong-Hoon's foot pressed the flesh of his forearm into the icy concrete and he wailed out in pain. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

If he wasn't crying before, he was now. He tried to reach for his arm to hold it, but Jeong-Hoon's used his hands to pick Jisung up by the sweater and promptly throw him against the brick wall of the school before he had the chance.

He glanced at Minho as he hit the ground again. The elder had an unreadable expression, looking angry yet... guilty? He could have sworn he saw tears in the elders eyes..

Jisung thought back to when Chan had said Minho cared about him. What a lie. If Minho cared he would have done something. He wouldn't just be standing there.

He heard some laughter but didn't dare to look at the two boys in which it came from.

JinYoung smiled widely and used his full strength to kick the younger right in the gut.

Jisung coughed violently, blood spewing onto the ground in front of him. He must have a broken rib or something by now..

Jeong-Hoon picked Jisung up by his hair, forcing the younger to try and stay up, not wanting a peice of his scalp to go missing. He was on his knees, struggling to keep himself upright in Jeong-Hoons grasp, arms dangling at his sides.

He held the boy as if to show off what he had done to him to his friends. Jisung gasped for air but it felt like his lungs had collapsed, blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

"How cute.." Jeong-Hoon whispered, "Look Minho. You still like him now that he can't even walk right?" He laughed loudly.

Though his blurry vision, Jisung could still make out the regretful look on Minho's face. He was upset by this, and Jisung didn't like to see him that way.

In fact, Minho almost looked on the verge of tears...

In an effort to make Minho feel even a little better, Jisung tried to muster up an assuring smile, but could only yelp out in pain when Jeong-Hoon threw his face to the ground.

"Have fun freezing out here Jiji. Survive the night if you can."

. . .

After what seemd like hours of just laying there, in the snow, with his limbs going numb, the sun started to go down and the moon came out.

Jisung used his good hand to push up from the ground whimpering when a million knives shot through his torso. His vision was clouded with pain and he really couldn't think right.

The four boys were long gone by now, probably at home and warm, eating dinner and watching TV...

Jisungs legs wobbled as soon as he had stood up. It was snowing again and it seemed like every footstep he took was immediately covered back up.

He waddled over to where his jacket and scarf lay, covered in snow, and pickled them up.

He started trying to walk home. There was a pain with every step he took, and only made it to the alleyway a little ways away from where he was, when he collapsed.

He was much too weak.