𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 132

Minho had to admit, all of this was probably his fault. If he hadn't convinced Jisung to keep seeing eachother his dad never would have gotten mad at him.

He had no idea what had gone down, but considering the fact that Jisung hadn't responded to any of his 37 text messages asking him what happened, it must have been something bad.

When he didn't show up at school Minho knew that he needed to check on him, but for obvious reasons he couldn't do it himself. So what did he do? He employed his brother to go for him.

He felt guilty for all of this. What if something really bad happened? What if Jisung's father hit him – no, he would never do that.

Right?

At least Minho hoped Mr. Han was nothing like his own father.

Minho felt sick all day, it was like a heap of cement was laying in his stomach and it wasn't going away. Every few minutes the heap got slightly bigger, until soon, you wouldn't be able to handle it.

Lunch was better though, not having to see Jisung constantly paranoid while he sat beside Jeong-Hoon.

But did that really matter? After all, tomorrow was the day. The day that Jeong-Hoon would finally get called upon by the police.

Would that be the end of it? Probably not. They still had to go to court and testify – all that shit – Minho wondered if he was even prepared. All the stuff that he could do wrong...

He figured Jisung probably felt the same way, after all, this case was more about Jisung against Jeong-Hoon. The only reason Minho was so heavily involved was because of his father.

And his urge to make sure that everything went perfect for Jisung. Then again though, how could any of this be 'perfect'.

He only got a lawyer for protection in case everything went south and things got messy, but everyone hoped that it would be a clean path to victory.

After tomorrow though, it seemed unlikely that Jeong-Hoon would ever be able to scare Jisung the way he used to. He would be behind bars, even if he hadn't been convicted yet.

"So I take it T9 isn't here today?" JinYoung took a seat at the table in the midst of a bunch of chatter.

Oh yeah. JinYoung would also be contacted by the police tomorrow – it wasn't as serious though. He would probably just be questioned and then suspended from school until further notice.

He was a small threat after that, but still a threat.

"Look around. Is he sitting with me?" Jeong-Hoon put his phone on the table with an irritated tone about him.

"No..?" JinYoung didn't catch the hint.

"Exactly dumbass. If he's not sitting with me, he's not at school." He rolled his eyes, looking away. No matter how many times he makes JinYoung feel like shit, he simply won't back off.

"Well then where is he? He must have some kind of excuse." JinYoung didn't drop the topic; his 2nd mistake.

The taller let out an exasperated groan, "I don't know, and I don't really give a shit. Why don't you just ask Minho, he seems to be the expert."

Minho's head perked up from the food that he had been playing with as he eavesdropped on the two, "What? The fuck would I know where he is?" He put up his defenses quickly.

"Don't play dumb, Minnie." Jeong-Hoon sang, "Who knows, you might end up hurt." He smiled with a peircing eye, giving two different emotions that all blended into the same one.

It was a warning.

Did Jeong-Hoon know something? Minho got the feeling that he was aware of the contact between Jisung and him.

"Don't call me that." Minho snapped instead of commenting on what had actually mattered.

The taller smiled gently, though he wasn't even trying to hide his true feeling, "Why? Does it give you flashbacks?"

Mimho clenched his jaw, compelled not to give Jeong-Hoon any satisfaction, "How would you know about any of that?"

Jeong-Hoon's smiled dropped a little bit, "You can't hide things from me Minho. No matter how good you think you are at this game, I'm always going to be three steps ahead."

JinYoung sat clueless as to what any of this meant, but Minho felt his heart drop. With only one more day to go, had Jeong-Hoon found out..?

"You're talking bullshit." Minho retorted, unwilling to let the other get to his head. How could he know?

Think reasonably Minho, don't let him do this to you.

"Well only you would know." Jeong-Hoon picked his phone back up after giving a tight smile that didn't actually mean anything to anyone.

Minho let out a quiet sigh, his eyes catching those on Junhae who was seated next to him. The boy gave him a semi-worried look before glancing away and back to the book in his hands.

Minho looked away as well and made eye contact with JinYoung who was still staring at him from across the table. He seemed to still be connecting the dots and Minho gave a dry chuckle at that.

JinYoung had never really been that smart. He wasn't dumb either though. Minho strongly beleived that the only reason JinYoung was even here was because of how self-conscious he was.

That's probably why he was such a kiss ass. Desperate for Jeong-Hoon to treat him like a respected member of their click, but the more he tried the less respect any one had for him.

He was pretty hopeless and it took him way too long to catch hints.

"Can I help you?" Minho asked dryly.

JinYoung narrowed his eyes at him, "You better not be planning anything pretty boy."