Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

33 | Rambling Lies

Minho was going stir crazy, a week had gone by and Jisung had barely spoken a word to him. It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it had, and to any person on the street that knew Minho he was normally well reserved but recently he just can't seem to keep himself composed.

He lacked any motivation and had no dire need to have to keep himself composed, that was until his parents surprised him...

A phone call sent him down a whirlwind.

Dinner.

He was in his bedroom getting ready. Trying to get himself to be his usual cold demeaner. Dinner with his family was like chokeing on air. It was tense, infuriating, maddening because Minho himself didn't belong with them. He knew that more than everyone else. His mother practically dropped him to the curb after his father passed and married later. He didn't hate Felix or his stepfather perse. They treated him well, but for his mother it was like he was a constant reminder of being his father.

It dragged his relationship with his mother down. It became seclusion and soon Minho learnt at a young age to just give up on trying to feel love for others. Because it wasn't given to him.

He looked in the mirror one last time. His hair was gelled up, a few little twists in the front and loose hair. His eyes had just enough cover-up to keep the brown rings under his eyes hidden.

In his Uniqlo button down, done up to the second button, the sleeves half rolled, accessorising with a silver chain like bracelet. He felt indifferent. He didn't hate his family.

No.

He resented them because they ostrasized him. His mother segregated him. Felix was the only thing keeping him teathered to the family line.

This dinner was no exception.

Felix had given him the heads up, but it wasn't enough notice prior to receiving the call. No time to come up with lame excuses or just overall say no.

Minho took one more look at himself before leaving his bedroom. The kitchen light illuminating the table, where Jisung had his computer out, headphones in, playing with a beat maker. Ehat made this slightly off was an icepack was rested on the table. The school was closed for the winter holidays so he only had so much access to the actual music rooms, so why the ice pack?

The raven caught Jisungs attention by tapping his shoulder. Quickly shaking his arm off Jisung pulled the headset down and around his neck.

"Han?" Minho spoke as if afraid to even speak his name. It was awkward considering the events that lead to this.

"What happened." Minho tried reaching to see the youngers cheek, though Jisung flinched away. He didn't want to be touched.

"Han when will you talk to me again. I said I was sorry."

Sorry wouldn't even begin to cut it, especially when now Jisung was in denial regarding Hyunjin himself. Hyunjin hadn't been giving him issues, but his pausse had been.

What life he may have lived, occasionally crossed Jisungs mind regarding Hyunjin.

It fucked with him. And all he could feel was similar to him.

"I'm not mad at you... Anymore..." Jisung slowly spoke out with a sigh. Looking back up to the older.

"I'm mad at myself more than anything."  He finished off saying.

"Jisung, you have every reason to be mad at me."

"I stopped being mad a long time ago Minho... Just leave it be." Jisung snapped out standing up becoming extremely close to the older. Minho didn't move. In fact, when Jisung had stood up meeting him face to face his hands hesitantly reached the youngers waist cause he was a little off balance.

"Ji-"

"Minho. If you say one more time that I am mad at you, I will become mad at you." Jisung grumbled out letting his eyes roam the olders features. They were glossed with confusion, like he was trying to search for something.

He didn't know what he was looking for as of this moment.

"You've been stressed out... So i left you alone because I thought 'you did enough for me' 'you're tired from dealing with me.' "

Jisung looked away again, feeling Minho grabbed his chin. "Did I ever say you were a burden?" Minho whispered.

"Please don't give me space... I don't like it. Not from you anyways." Minhos voice was so low, no reason for it to be as low as it was, but it was and it sent some sort of chill up Jisungs spine. Minhos eyes trailed back to the bruise under the cheekbone

"So what happened?" Minho asked the same question, grabbing the ice pack that was practically warm to the touch from sitting out applying it below the cheekbone of the younger.

"I walked into the cabinetry."

Minho pressed a little harder on the cheek earning little winces.

"Lying again?" Minho smiled small.

"Where are you going anyways?" Jisung carefully directed away from his white lie.

Minho sighed, obviously Jisung wasn't ready to tellhim more than what he has said.

"Dinner... With my parents and with Felix. It was last minute." Minho huffed already annoyed once again about seeing his family. Jisung made an 'O' with his mouth as if he understood. Though really he was so far beyond understanding it would be hard to even comphrend why Minho dredded today.

"Do you want to go?" Jisng pulled away sitting back down in his chair. The warmth of being next to the older slipping away again. He felt cold.

"To be honest? No. I have no reason to be there." Minho set the icepack down, before going ahead and softly letting his fingers comb through the younges hair.

"I don't want to go until you tell me how you got this bruise."

"Hyung!" Jisung whined, crossing his arms, "Its seriously no big deal."

Minho swallowed thickly, closing his eyes before opening them and pulling Jisung back up.

"It matters to me. Everytine your hurt, it bothers me. When you don't talk to me it bothers me. Watching you sit here lying to me... It bothers me to the core. When will you trust me Jisung? I-"

Jisung cut him off before he could continue rambling. His lips pressed hard against the olders, hands gripping his shirt. Pulling away with crimson cheeks.

"You rambled..."

"I'll ramble more if it means i get kisses like this. Very brave Han Jisung." Minho lowly whispered with a smile as he brought his hands to the younges neck cuppong it and pulling him forward again.

Small gasps could be heard before they kissed again. Heating it more, minho pulled away latching lips to the neck of the younger, Jisungs grip tightened on the shirt.

"Minho-Hyung... That- that tickles."

"Mhmm..." Minho smiled into his neck letting his breath fan over it.

"Don't lie to me again okay? That also bothers me. I like you Han Jisung... And we may not have a label yet but we will. Okay?" Minho said pulling away brushing his fingers along the cheekbone.

"Childish you are Hyung."

"I think of it as, expressing my love for someone I care about." Minho laughed, also earning a small giggle from Jisung himself. Hiding his face.

"Dork."

"I know..."