Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

24 | Dose

Jisung finally made it to a doctors... After much procrastination it got to the point he couldn't drink anything. Minho pestered him to the point he was dragged to the doctors office by the older himself. Jisung begged him to not take him. He had been to the doctors enough time this year to last him his next lifetime. He hated going.

Jisung shook his leg in anxious anticipation. Fiddling with his hands and Minho sat beside him playing on his phone. Jisung had attempted to sneak away but was abruptly pulled back down.

"You ain't leaving till you see the doctor Jisung. So don't bother running away."

If Jisung could verbally yell curse words he would, but unfortunately his vocal chords were so fried there was no sense in trying so he huffed and crossed his arms like a child glareing at the older.

"Glare all you want. Its not changing my answer. The sooner we find out whats wrong the sooner we may be able to help you." Minho blankly responded.

Jisung rolled his eyes. He hated the fact he was sitting here. He partially knew what was wrong but he didn't want to admit it... Hopeing it actually was something small.

More minutes went by as Jisung started picking at his cuticles, his phone died on him and so he couldn't resort to such a device to entertain himself. Minho was still typing agressively into his own phone to keep Jisung occupied.

"Han Jisung?" A voice yelled through the patient hall, Jisung shot a look up at the direction of his name.

"Is Mr. Han Jisung in the room?" Jisung coward only for Minho to pull him up.

"Right here." Minho replied on Jisungs behalf as he dragged the younger through the room. He kept his head down totally embarrassed that Minho was so outwards with him. Following the lady down the forever going hall. Really it was 30 seconds but to Jisung it was like the hall never ended.

Sitting down on the large bed, Jisung huffed again, mortified Minho dragged him through the hall.

"You-" jisung hardly got a word out before coughing agressively.

I'll kill you... Was all Jisung could think. The older standing by the door. He briefly thought of some ways to get the older to regret his decisions of dragging him to the doctors, silently mumbling curse words. Though he knew half of these actions would be futile, it was Lee Minho for christ sake. He got away with everything. Even Jisung knew himself he fell fast for the olders charms.

The door to the room opened again, Jisung stiffening seeing the doctor before trying to casually look everywhere but him.

"Mr... Han is it? I'm Dr. Hwang, what seems to be the prob- which one is Han?" The doctor seems confused looking at the paperworkand then looking at the two. One gunning the floor the other rolling his eyes.

"Mr. Hwang pleased to see you again after so long." Minho responded, though this left a sour taste in Jisungs mouth.

Jisung recognised the last name but he wasn't sure why.

"Ah Minho, Right?" He replied back casually, making Jisung furrow his brows in concern. He didn't like this man. He seems awfully familiar and couldn't pinpoint why.

"Sorry, uhmm... Han is this one, he unfortunately suffers selective mutisum. I'm just here to help with the issue." Minho calmly spoke shaking the doctors hand.

Doctor Hwang nodded, then looked at Jisung who had fear striking him before looking at Minho again.

"Uhmm he has an extremely sore throat and its preventing him from talking. Even with his current condition."

The doctor wrote down the issue, before putting gloves on and grabbing a small lightstick and a wooden stick.

"Okay, Mr. Han, I know this might be uncomfortable but I need you to cooperate with me for a few short moments so I can help okay?"

Jisung glowered but nodded. He hated this. But he still opened his mouth for the doctor. After some diagnosing and prodding at the youngers mouth he pulled away. Jisung harshly coughed.

Groaning he held his throat. The doctor handed him a small cone cup of water.

"Well... Its safe to say it is just a small infection. Strep throat. Catching it early enough can prevent harmful issues. I can perscribe antibotics and we should see results in 24-48 hours. If it worsens you'll have to come back."

Jisung groaned at the very last statement. Minho simply nodded.

"I also recommend gargling salt water 3-4 times a day and maybe a tea spoon of honey. It should help with the soreness. These are simple home remedies that can help and they wont interfere with the medication im about to prescribe." Dr. Hwang scribbled down the basic notes before handing it off to Jisung. He took the paper unwillingly.

"Thanks Dr. Hwang." Minho bowed, looking at Jisung who contorted his face. He was processing thoughts and mInho could see that clearly.

He nodded goodbye as Jisung then peered at Minho. Clearly wanting answers.

"Do you really wanna know?" Minho sighed. Help Jisung, out of the doctors office as he scurried through the hall towards the perscription desk.

Jisung nodded cocking his head to the side letting a small cough out. He placed his mask back on his face not wanting to spead germs of any sort.

"I'll tell you later. Lets get your medication mhmm?"

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They made it back to the dorms, Jisung sluggishly dropping himself on the couch. Dori and Soonie not wasting any time to come and comfort the boy. He pet the kitties that began purring and kneading his old shirt.

Minho went into the kitchen to make soup. Jisung was exhausted. He didn't even have to talk and he was tired. Thankfully Minho wasn't forcing him to talk but Jisung was still trying to pinpoint the doctor. He cuddled Dori who let soft meows out waiting for Minho to come back.

"Here Jisung. Some soup, this should help." Jisung sat up letting dori rest on his legs.

"Who?" He raspily spoke.

Minho sighed looking away.

"Can we not?" He sorrowfully spoke. It was hard enough already but the moment he looked at Jisungs brown orbs that had concern written all over them he couldn't not say anything.

"That was Hyunjins father." Minho finally let out. Jisung choked on the soup, grabbing a napkin.

Thats why he looked familiar. It wasn't because he met him it was because they had similar traits.

How did Hyunjin turn out like he did?

Jisung wondered what was behind the scenes of the bully. Hereally shouldn't care even after the trauma he was out through.

But even now something didn't sit right in Jisungs stomach.

"Eat your soup." Minho pointed out that Jisung hadn't even touched it since he said who the doctor was.

"I'm gonna shower." Minho stood up quickly heading for the bedroom.

"Right." Jisung whispered, he shouldn't prod into other peoples business. He had his own he needed to deal with. On top of that trying to figure out his feelings for the older.

The soup was good. He still wasn't used to home cooked meals, and to be honest, he didn't know if he should get used to them.

Sooner or later he internally felt Minho would kick him out soon.

It was only a matter of when.