Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

13 | Never been Easy

Minho heard knocking on his dorm door which startled his three cats and one which quickly went to the door clawing. Dori tended to do this when it involved Jisung, so instintively he relied on his cat and went to the door.

"Minho! Open up!" He heard Chans voice sounded rather out of breathe. Minho was not ready for the sight that took place before his eyes. Jisung drapped over Chan. Chan holding the younger pressed against his back. He was barely staying cohesive.

"He wanted to see you before I took him to the hospital." Chan spoke heavily. The concerned look on his face gave way that this was serious and couldn't be handled here at the dorms. Chan carefully placed Jisung down allowing Minho access to the blonde. He craddled him in the lap seeing the dry crimson blood against the youngers head and throat.

"I had-... I'm sorry Hyung..."

"Shushhhhh... Shush... Don't try speaking. We're gonna get you help." Minho hummed out. Brushing the hair out of the blondes face. Jisung tried reaching for his throat again, but Minho caught his hands. He knew what the younger was going to try and do and he wasn't gonna let it get any worse than what he saw now. It was red, swollen and sore as Jisung whimpered in pain gritting his teeth to stop the nerves of trying to harm himself.

"Can we get him water Chan? It might help his throat. He is trying to scratch at it again."

Minho's mind was going crazy, who would do this much damage? He looks weak, frailer then what he saw before. Its been two days since Jisung left and two days worth of calling Chan from his overthink and panic attacks. He lightly touched the bruising against the youngers eye socket, he could see the grip marks that surrounded his neck. He didn't know if it was Jisung himself who did this or if it was someone else. He knew the younger had a tendency of ripping at his throat but never to this extreme.

He concluded it had to be one thing.

He was choked but by who?

Was it Hyunjin?

His shirt hanging loosely against his skin the gashes against the small blondes arms, His heart dropping at the sight.

"Min-" Jisung tried speaking tiredly before coughing harshly, he doubled over to the side gripping his stomach, before spitting crimson red out.

Chan came back with a small cup of water. He couldn't give the younger to much fluids not knowing if it would cause more internal damage. But still brought a little bit for Minho to carefully give the younger.

Jisungs energy was slowly depleting, and his reaction to seeing water looked to be more of a turn off.

"Come on baby, you need a small sip. Just a small one for Hyung?" Minho pleaded carefully. Jisung shook his head clearly not interested. Yet he tilted the cup just enough Jisung slowly oblidged. Small sips coated his dry throat before throwing his head away, coughing.

He was in pain.

"Don't worry baby, Just don't go to sleep. Stay awake with me okay?" He softly spoke. He nodded as his head rolled back. His arms still clutching his stomach. He didn't know why the word baby slipped out the way it did. But they both knew they had a connection that was more then what people could see.

A silent commitment. Jisung trusted Minho, they wouldn't have been here otherwise. Minho was slowly falling head over heels for his mute friend. It wasn't rocket science.