Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

20 | Untimely

Jisung ran towards the dorm. It had started off with a simple 'i don't care ehat he does' to 'Chan begged me to help' to the sudden fear of losing someone. Jisungs mind couldn't bear to open that box, yet somehow his heart yearned to have itselfs opened. The guard unblocking itself. His pace had picked up to the point heavy and sharp breaths were made. He shouldn't have been running, with the rain still coming down and the large amount of distance he had to cover. He would be denched skin deep.

The fear of being stared at was noticable. The other students who normally never sought to look at Jisung suddenly were as he bolted through the common area garden. People with umbrellas sitting on the benches laughing at him being soaked. But none of that mattered.

The only thing that seemed to be in his mind was Minho. He skidded around the corner slipping and falling onto his side.

He shook it off with little ease, gasping for breath, the moment he saw their dorm room. Twisting the knob and squeaking himself into the room. He stood stopped seeing Minho pinned against the wall, almost willingly letting Hyunjin have his way. He watch Hyunjin lean in close, so close he knew he was whispering. Minhos eyes had widened in shock.

"Minho-Hyung. You love me still don't you." Hyunjin whispered, pulling the older closer. Jisung felt his blood boil, his chest aching at every touch that was being inflicted on the older.

"I hate you." Minho blurted out.

"No you don't. If you did, you'd stop coming back to me. You need me Minho, admit it." Hyunjin cockily smirked, as he shuffled pushing Minho against the wall.

Jisung stiffened, his body inching forward.

"No... I do hate you..." It was shakey and barely audible. It almost seemed like he was trying to make himself believe he didn't need him.

"Sure..."

Hyunjin leaned in, his lips bearly touching the olders. Minhos grip on Hyunjins arm tightened, his eyes shutting. Jisung couldn't contain his emotion much more.

Both feeling hurt that Minho lied, in such a way that broke his trust. But in the end he didn't. He didn't say he dated Hyunjin before. Jisung simply never asked or sought to find out. Minho was his own person, but to Jisung he was becoming more and more attached to the older.

He couldn't lose him.

Not now.

The closeness the two shared was enough to send sparks through the youngers body. Without thinking, his body reacted faster than his brain. He pulled Hyunjins shirt almost aggressive, as he eyed Minho with a hurt expression. It was like minho was in a daze, his gaze soon meeting Hyunjins. It had a burning desire that flickered.

"Keep your hands off of him." Jisung didn't know where his voice was coming from, it slipped faster than he would have been able to think. 

His collar was grabbed before being shoved towards a glass end table. His body ceased up waiting to hit the table but was caught. Minho took the brunt of the end table and knocked over photo frames. Jisung didn't know what happened but he clung onto the older. His eyes widened. As fear struck him. Hyunjins actions sent him down a rabbit hole of emotions. Hyunjin had stormed out of the room that Jisung and Minho were in, as Minho tried keeping the younger focused. Once Hyunjin was out of the room, Jisung was finally able to cough out desperately for air. The sudden realization hit him with brute force.

Hyunjin might find out who he was. He will be hated on more. Nothing but a mute in the school. 

Jisung felt feverish, and probably due to the cold, damp rain and the uncomfortable atmosphere. Maybe it was because of the trauma his body remembered. Its been a handful of weeks since he was last harmed.