Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

18 | Hooked

"Come on Minho– You said we had to buy Jisung clothing. Enough with the cats." Chan playfully pouted making eye contact whilst seeing Jisung standing awkwardly.

Jisung rolled his eyes, walking away. He didn't need clothes, he felt uncomfortable in what he was wearing already, he could probably go to his old place and get clothing from there. The house was deemed to be abolished. It was unstable and a wreck. The police even wondered how the house was still standing.

"Gonna go walk... Stay with Minho..." Jisung mumbled to Chan who looked at him with sad eyes. But he nodded anyways. Chan was having a hell of a time getting Minho out of the cat cafe, so it worked out.

Jisung carefully made his way down the street, finally having time to himself. He doesn't remember the last time just being by himself to think, to process what has happened in the last two months.

He was sick of everything truth be told. Landing in the hospital not once but twice, bruised and beaten, lost his parents; though he felt that was a blessing, lost his home, Minho knows him as J-one and who was to say he would keep it a secret. Hyunjins threat didn't make it any easier on Jisung. In fact, he began to wonder why Hyunjin was so adament on him staying away from Minho...

Jisung didn't want to admit that he has started to heavily rely on someone. It was always him, no one else. His moral code:  if you don't let anyone in, that meant only being externally hurt. He couldn't hurt someone.

And now, thats a flat out lie now. Whether he liked it or not both Chan and especially Minho were now entangled in his life. Jisung picked up a rock that he had been slowly kicking at it every few steps. Rain had started to drizzle while they were in the cafe.

Great... No jacket. Of course I didn't bring one.

Rotten luck.

He picked up the random pebble he had been using as a punching bag. Looking at all the indentations that surrounded it.

Just like him. Full of indents and damage. He compared himself to a rock, something that should have no feelings, yet still pittied the fact he kicked around as if it was useless. He stood waiting for the bus. The bus he could take to Haengju Bridge. Cold and damp now he stood in the little bay to avoid the elements.

He wasn't sure why he felt lonely suddenly. It wasn't like he wasn't used to this feeling. But being around people made him have a sense of belonging even if it was due to the fact he was a masked person.

His mind constantly spiraled with worry... When was this dream going to end and when was his reality going to start settling in again...

He was drenched, but that didn't bother him anyway...

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Chan had finally gotten Minho out of the cat cafe after he noticed the dark brewling clouds that covered the city.

"Minho! Jisung is probably cold as fuck right now without a jacket."

Minho frowned suddenly looking towards the sky. It was brisk the wind had picked up and Jisung was in nothing but a heavy sweater that held moisture once soaked. It was of course waffle knit matterial. Cotton to be exact.

"Do we know where he went?" Minho questioned throwing his own hood up, the same one he conveniently grabbed for himself but forgot to even provide jIsung with anything.

He might get sick again. How stupid can you be Minho!

"I'm not sure he said he was going for a walk, but the highway is 5 minutes away from us. And theres no parks around here. Maybe he caught a bus?" Chan tried thinking of some options. It wasn't abnormal for Jisung to wander on his own, but he was still recovering and maybe he really did just need time to himself.

"I can text him. Just to make sure he is okay?" Minho absentmindedly started pulling his phone out. He couldn't help but worry. Secretly Minho was scared, that the younger might slip out of his hands because of what happened earlier in the morning.

He could be hurt? I might've hurt him.

Before Minho could click Jisungs name another incoming call came in. He glared at the number, his heart nearly stopping.

He knew... He never forgets... He wanted to ignore the phone call, but a part of him was spiralling in old ways.

He put the phone up to his ear with a small whisper as Chan was walking a few steps ahead.

"Hello?"

"Minho baby... Don't tell me you forgot about today."

Minhos heart raced. It was low, but he knew he was slipping. The one person he hated the most, yet was always entangled with him.

"I didn't forget..."

"You coming over tonight love~"

No matter how many times they fought, he was tied down. He wanted free from the chains that binded him. He wanted to stroctly focus on Jisung. Who now was nowhere to be found.

"Hyun- Look... I-"

Minho felt dread pool in his stomach. He shouldn't be going back. He shouldn't get involved with Hyunjin again. There was a reason he broke up with him. Hyunjin was bad for him. Chan knew this, Minho knew this. But old habits die hard when you've become accostumed to them for many years.

"Your place then Minho-Hyung? I'll buy your favorite beef." And the call ended.

His heart sank. He didn't want this, but who was going to stop him from going back. It was always the same cycle.

Jisung appeared in his mind. Cheeks flushed, the quiet individual who impacted his life recently. He didn't know what his emotions were for the younger. But someone was bound to get burned...

And Minho knew it wasn't going to be him... But perhaps Jisung if he caught wind he had been involved with Hyunjin. And that left a mark so deep... Even Minho could see how cracked the younger already was, this just might be the youngers breaking point.

Minho didn't want to find this out.

"Min?" Chan spoke.

Minhos eyes glossed over lightly. Containing his emotions.

"Minho, are you okay? You look like you seen a ghost."

"He called..."

Chans eyes widened, knowing who he was refering to.

"You aren't serious are you Minho?! Please tell me you aren't actually seeing him."

Minho scoffed to himself, the irony. How he was just starting to open himself up to the possibilities of Jisung... Yet here he was...

"Seriously. Nothing good will come from this! Please do NOT actually go see him."

Minho ingored Chans plead. He just couldn't help himself. He was tired and bound together to Hyunjin. Minhos plan of taking the younger clothing shopping would have to wait. Because he had other things on his mind. All three of them were separated.

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Chan called up Jisung seeing as Minho seemed to be lost in his memories. He just couldn't get Minho to stop slipping.

"Jisung... I need your help..."

Please answer...