𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 122

For the past week or so, Jisung had managed to wriggle out of being badly hurt by Jeong-Hoon, but he was worried that he couldn't keep this up for much longer.

When he walked in the halls he did it quickly, quietly, and without any disruption. To the naked eye, it was like he had completely disappeared and it was working.

So that day Jisung had done the exact same thing and had successfully gotten to all of his classes without much trouble... this was until he had the unfortunate luck of being called to the front office.

"Han Jisung please make your way to the front office immediately. Han Jisung to the front office immediately."

Jisung knew that it was unlikely that Jeong-Hoon would stop him in the hall after class change, so he figured it was safe, but just to be careful he used all his normal steps of safe transportation. But unlucky for him it only really worked in large or noisy areas.

The halls were dead silent.

As he walked he could hear his shoes tap on the floor, and he could even hear his own breathing if he payed attention to it. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like he was being extremely loud.

He wasn't.

As he was in the middle of his thoughts, not two hallways from his destination, he accidentally tapped something with his toe and tripped to the floor, landing smack on his hands and knees.

He didn't dare look up, seeing the feet of someone standing right next to him. It became clear that he had tripped over their shoe.

"Pathetic."

Jisung's head whirled up and he moved his whole body around to sit on his butt, staring up in horror at Jeong-Hoon.

What was with him and this hallway? It was filled with nothing but lockers and the cafétéria. No one was here, so it was the perfect place for Jeong-Hoon to hurt him.

"You really look like a child down there on the ground. Did you really think you could avoid me like that? Pretend I don't even exist? If you ask me that's kind of rude, Jiji." The words came off as soft, with a hint of anger dripping through his calm demeanor.

Jisung took what he learned from the last time this happened, "No, sir." He quickly gave out, a part of him wanted to hurl of disgust, and another part wanted him to hurl of fear.

Either way he wanted to puke.

Jeong-Hoon smiled widely at this, bending down to be at Jisungs level on the floor, "Awe, isn't that a good toy? Answering its owner immediately."

Jisung wasn't sure how to respond. He was utterly repellent of how he had just spoken, but at the moment he was more or less simply uncomfortable.

Jeong-Hoon reached out and used his hand to delicately lift Jisung's chin up to look at him. He smiled softly, "You look scared?" He let out a dark chuckle, "Are you scared, Jiji?"

Jisung shook his head, but was immediately pushed backwards so his back was jammed up against the lockers he had been sitting in front of.

"Words, Jiji." Jeong-Hoon warned.

"No, sir." He whispered, unable to say it any louder. It was just too foul.

"Thats a good little toy. You're starting to learn aren't you? That's so cute, you know that." It wasn't phrased as a question, "I could probably make you do whatever the fuck I want, and you wouldn't even get a say. You know why?"

Jisung shook his head, "No, sir."

"Because you're a toy. An object. My property. You have no feelings, thoughts, pains, or even opinions. Say that for me, Jiji 'I have no opinions'."

Jisung hesitated for a moment, this was humiliating. With Jeong-Hoon standing over him with a complete advantage... he was so ashamed and Jisung hated it.

Jeong-Hoon reached out and lifted his head gently by cupping his palm around the younger boy's face, giving him a sweet but deadly glare, "Say it."

Jisung swallowed hard, any pride he had going down with it, "I have no opinions.." he whispered, tears threatened to spill but he wouldn't let them.

Fuck those tears.

Jeong-Hoon smiled big, seemingly happy, "This is so cute. It's so fun having a toy that you know can feel every ounce of humiliation and guilt." He suddenly harshly grabbed Jisung's face, his mood changing rapidly, "Don't worry though, Jiji. I'm only doing this to help you. You have to humble yourself, or no one will love you. They'll all run away from you." Jeong-Hoon ran his hand down the boys torso, stopping right above his waist band.

Jisung thought back to the things that Felix had said and started to cry. Felix was right. He was only repeating the things that Jisung already knew from Jeong-Hoon.

"Awe, don't be sad, Jiji." He cooed, "I'm still here for you. Minho might have left you, and you might have no friends at all anymore, but I'm still here. I'm not like them, Jiji. I'll give you a second chance. A third chance. A fourth chance. Fuck, I'll give you a fifth chance. I believe that I can change you, no matter how much it takes."

Was Jeong-Hoon... right? If Felix said all of this stuff as well, maybe Jeong-Hoon was actually trying to help him. What if when Jisung was pushing him away, he really should have been letting Jeong-Hoon do whatever he wanted to him?

Jeong-Hoon smiled, "From now on, Jiji, you stay with me all the time. I'll meet you in the hallways, and you wont leave my side. I'll meet you at lunch, and you won't leave my side. Got it?"

Jisung swallowed, "Yes, sir."