𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 111

Walking into the school, Jisung was sure that everyone was staring at him, he just knew that they were all aware of what had happened.

His heart was beating out of his chest and he could barely hear his own thoughts over the loud, overwhelming chatter of the busy school hallways.

He held his breath as he walked, not only scared of the people around him, but scared he would have the misfortune of accidentally running into Jeong-Hoon and JinYoung, and most likely Minho.

Despite how desperate Jisung was to be close with Minho, he still had no desire to see him in school. In school, the elder treated him as if he didn't even exist, and for a good reason.

He had to protect them.

Soon enough, Jisung found that he couldn't bare to be in the halls for any longer, and made a break for the nearest bathroom.

Jisung made a point to use his sweater arm to cover the white cast on his right arm, as to not draw any special attention from people. He hated unwanted attention.

As soon as he was in the bathroom, it was already so much quieter, not to mention that he was lucky enough to have it empty and all to himself.

He took a deep breath, moving to the sinks and staring at his wrists. He remembered how he had done this exact thing before, and he had seen smooth, clear skin.. but now there were long red scabs.

In some ways he was glad his father took the razor away, but in other ways, he simply wished to have it back.. he knew it wasn't healthy, yet how could it be so addicting?

It was him battling with his own mind, and there was nothing to do but win, but winning this type of battle was the hardest of them all...

Jisung jumped when the he saw someone walk into the bathroom, probably only 45 seconds after him. At first he thought it was just some random person, but when he actually took a look at them, his heart froze.

"Miss me, Jiji?" Jeong-Hoon asked, closing and locking the door behind himself.

Jisung tried to take a deep breath, or at least say something, but he couldn't. It was nearly a repetition of the night before. Instead he just shook his head stiffly, causing Jeong-Hoon to laugh wickedly.

"I heard you went to the hospital.. I would have visited you, but I guess I just don't care." He smiled, almost as if he were trying to be friendly despite his harsh words, "No reason to worry though. I'm here now."

As Jeong-Hoon took a few steps forward, he used his hand to push Jisung backwards toward the wall lightly. He used very little force but Jisung still almost lost his balance.

"Aww.. so scared and weak." He mocked, "I could do whatever I wanted to you right now, and no one would ever know. Isn't that right."

Jisung swallowed hard, refusing to speak.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," he used more force when pushing Jisung this time, the shorters back hitting the wall, "I said, Isn't that right."

Jisung nodded this time, being to scared to do anything but what the elder asked, "Yes sir."

Jeong-Hoon smiled again, even wider than before, "Aw, you called me sir. Is that a kink?" He now took one more step forward, standing much too close for comfort.

Jisung immediately shook his head no, "No, no its not." He answered quickly. This was pure humiliation.

The elder seemed amused by this, "No?" He put his mouth directly beside Jisung's ear, "Thats too bad. You'll call me that from now on, you hear? And you'll like it." He growled the last part with a fear enducing tone of voice, "Yes?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes s-sir." Jisung couldn't hold back the tears, hating the way he embarrassed him. He hated this, so much. Jeong-Hoon didn't deserve to feel better than everyone else.

Jeong-Hoon giggled, getting slightly closer and using his tongue to lick a long wet line from the corner of Jisung's jaw, up behind his ear, and placing a final kiss right on the youngers temple.

Jisung shivered, hating that Jeong-Hoon was probably getting off on the way he squirmed to get out of his grasp. The elder only held him tighter, moving to rest his chin on Jisung's forehead.

He trailed his hands down the others frail figure, shoving his cold hands up into his shirt, groping harshly at his chest and stomach.

Jisung only struggled harder, crying to get away. No words could describe the mix of negative emotions that clouded his head. It was his first day back at school and he was already being assaulted in the school bathroom.

Jisung gasped out, clawing at Jeong-Hoon's arms to get free when the elder reached down to grab his crotch, massaging at his hips and squeezing his butt.

"Don't make any noise Jiji," he said in a breathy voice, "Someone might hear you. You don't want them to know that you let someone touch you like this, do you, Jiji? They'll think you're a whore, a slut, a prostitute."

Jisung simply nodded.

"If it weren't for me, no one would love you. You know no body loves you. Minho never loved you, and he still doesn't." He said with a harsh, yet soft voice, "I'm only trying to fix you, Jiji, so don't fight me. Im fixing you, so that maybe one day someone will actually love you.

You're so childish.

You're a slut.

You're a whore.

You're a loner.

You're stupid.

You're ugly.

You're an idiot.

You're a disappointment.

No one would ever love you if it weren't for me." He listed off everything, still shoving his hands all over Jisung's body, in places that they should definitely not be.

Jisung held his breath, stopping any noises or sobs from escaping. His eyes shut tight and his hands were holding onto Jeong-Hoons shoulder trying to force him away, his nails digging in so deep it was probably drawing blood.

"You'll never be anything if you don't let me help you Jisung. Don't you want to be someone? Don't you want to have value? Don't you want people to love you?" He asked, his voice quiet and soft, "Youre so fucking ugly, Jisung, it's no wonder Minho was only using you as a sex toy."

With those final words, it was like he snapped back to reality, pulling away and slapping Jisungs hands from his shoulders. He took a deep breath, as if to calm himself, "You mean nothing to me." He snapped before walking away quickly, letting the door shut behind him.

That had been so.. weird. It was like Jeong-Hoon was in a trance while he touched the younger, and when he woke up from it, he was angry at Jisung for some reason...

It didn't matter though. Jisung slumped to the floor, holding himself tight and trying to forget the feeling if Jeong-Hoon grabbing him in those places..

The places that he should have stayed so far away from.