𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 86

When Minho had gotten home he had changed into lounge clothes got into bed and went to sleep. Or at least tried to.

He had been in his bed ever since. He hadn't gone back to school on Tuesday and hadn't gotten up to eat something either. The last thing he ate was a day and a half ago at lunch...

The only time he got out of bed was to use the bathroom, and even then he hated it. He disliked going into the bathroom and seeing his reflection in the mirror.

He looked disgusting. His hair was greesy, clothes sweaty and he almost looked like a corpse, not to mention he couldn't bare look at his own face after letting that happen to Jisung..

Minho didn't even flinch when he heard the front door open. He knew it was probably Chan and he didn't feel like talking to him right now. In fact, he'd rather never talk to him.

He probably knew what happened by now too...

He heard a moment of silence before heavy footsteps made their way through the house. Minho turned in his bed to look away from the door. Maybe Chan would just... go away?

Not likely.

"Minho?" Chris called into the room open the door, "Minho, why did Felix just tell me Jisung was in the hospital?" He asked. He sounded mad. Minho hated it when his older brother was mad.

Minho pulled the covers over his head.

"He says that 'some guys' beat him up at school. He's asking if it was you." Chan said, he sounded stressed out now, "Minho, did you beat Jisung up..?"

The younger pulled the blanket even further above his head.

"Minho, you didn't.." Chris said. Now he sounded disappointed and... guilty?

"No!" Minho yelled, his voice muffled by the covers, "I didn't, JinYoung and Jeong-Hoon did!" He hated to recall the events. He felt like complete shit.

"We're you there then?"

Minho stayed quiet.

"Did you do anything to stop it?"

Minho stayed quiet.

Chan audibly sighed, "Letting it happen  is just as bad as doing the crime Minho. I'm disappointed. I really thought you'd changed."

Now that stung. Hard.

"I have changed.." Minho said quietly, hurt by the comment, "I just didn't know what to do. I was frozen there, like I couldn't move.."

Chan sighed again, "Well, Jisung told the police."

"So basically I'm expelled." Minho mumbled. He probably deserved it anyway.

"Not exactly." Minho felt Chris sit down on the bed beside him, gently pulling the blanket off of Minho's face, "He won't tell them who did it, now people have their suspicions, but there's no evidence that it was you guys, and also no evidence that it even happened on school property. The police said there was nothing they could do if Jisung refused to say who did it."

Minho peeked over at his brother. Why would Jisung do that..? He could get them expelled, or even arrested if they found out about the other things the boys had done.

"I want to go see Jisung." Minho said affirmatively.

"No."

"Why not?" Minho asked, "I want to apologize? What harm could that do?"

"Do you think he'd like it if you showed up at the hospital while he's defenseless, vulnerable, humiliated, hurt and betrayed, especially after being hurt by you so many times. I doubt he trusts you, Minho."

Chan was right.

Minho pulled the covers over his head once more, "Again, I'm not the one who hurt him." Minho muttered.

"Not in a physical sense, but you betrayed him. You gave him that letter, confessed your love, and then did nothing to help him when he so desperately needed it." Chris said, "Nevermind that now though Minho, go take a shower and I'll prepare you food, yeah? You look sickly."

Minho groaned, "No." He said plainly, "I'm not getting up."

Chan stood up from the bed, "I'll count down from five, Minho." He paused, "Five."

Minho didn't move. What was Chris? His father? Yeah, no.

"Four."

He still didn't make an effort to move? What was going to happen if he didn't? Nothing.

"Three."

Still no effort to get up.

"Two." Chris realizing he wasn't going to move, made a threat, "Do you think Appa would like to know you're still failing chemistry?"

Minho sat up, staring at his brother. The blanket was half covering his face as he sat there, "You wouldn't dare."

"1½."

Minho jumped out of bed, "Fine, you snitch." He bumped past his brother, grabbing new clothes and making his way into the bathroom.

"Good little vagina gremlin." Chan said as Minho slammed the door behind himself.

He didn't feel like showering at all, and had absolutely no motivation to. He didn't know why, but showering was just... wrong, in a way?

He wasn't sure how to explain it.

. . .

When he got out of the shower, he could tell that the house smelt great. Chris had always been a great cook, way better than Minho.

Minho could cook, but not extremely well, so often times for dinner he'd make himself only a smiple meal.

He dried his hair off and slipped into the new and clean clothes. He now felt tired, as the shower had been rather taxing for him.

He so desperately wanted to go and see Jisung, feeling completely awful that he hadn't done anything. At the time though, he felt completely stuck.

Seeing Jisung hurt so badly just made him... freeze. He knew he should have been helping, and the entire time he wanted so badly to run over and beat both of those guys up, but just couldn't.

Only after the event did Minho get his phone back too, and seeing the message that Jeong-Hoon had sent to Jisung made him sick to the stomach, especially one particular concern.

Did Jisung think Minho had sent the text? What if he thought that Minho was the one who set this whole thing up.

He prayed to God that wasn't the case...