Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

35 | Winter Falls

Warmth?

Safety?

Yet feeling uneasy somehow. This was Jisungs first Christmas alone. Alone, alone. It was quiet and felt different. It felt surreal to him. Being alone, it wasn't much different. He still never received a gift, he never celebrated with friends, not that he had any, but Chan and Minho were both busy and he didn't want to burden them with his loneliness. He simply stayed in wrapped up in his blanket. Hot cocoa in hand and headphones on playing back his music he was creating once again.

Jisung took note how different these last few months had become for him. He was completely healed of any wounds, his ribs fine and he was slowly able to open up to his teachers.

He was still shy at approaching anyone in general, clinging to his music during class and occasionally Felix. Felix had been messaging a tonne, somehow busting through the façade jIsung tried placing.

Minho wasn't wrong again. His brother just had this way people, far different than Minho. Where Minho seemed cold, standoff-ish or blunt, Felix was optomistic, outgoing and radiating positivity.

He finally met people, who choose to get to know him. Although only Minho and Chan knew the real Jisung. The one who called himself J-One.

It made him uneasy thinking about it.

Was this what having friends was like?

What really was Minho to me?

Why did Chan stay all this time?

Of all people, why did Felix glue himself to me?

He, shook his head following the contrasting thoughts as he immersed in himself into the music when he heard a door slam. Jolting quickly, cocoa landing all over his comforter, he set the cup of cocoa down listening to the rummaging, swears being muttered, and recognized it was Minho. His anxiety decreased.

Right... Breathe, they can't get you anymore Jisung.

Jisung looked at the time, it wasn't as late as he thought the older was going to be out.

I wonder why he is back so soon?

Getting out of his secured bundle, he went to the door to see Minho. Watching the older stumble around, kicking his shoes towards the rack unlike his usual placing them.

Is he okay?

"Hyung?" Jisung whispered quietly.

More stumbling occured as he ripped his jacket off. Jisung noticed his dishevelled state. Throwing his expensive jacket on the floor with no care.

"Minho-Hyung?" Jisung whispered a little louder, finally earning the olders attention.

"Ahhh, my squirrel. Why you are awake? Its 2 AM morning-" Minho slurred his words with a cheeky smile making his way to the younger.

"Minho? Are you drunk?" Jisung quickly questioned the older.

"Ha! Me drunk? Nope. Only 1 drink." Minho leaned in close putting 5 fingers up.

Oh boy... Its only 9PM.

Jisung stabled the older, he clearly wasn't in the right state of mind. The smell of alcohol radiated off the older making Jisung feel sick to his stomach. Whiskey? Rum? Gin? Jisung couldn't tell other than they all blended together over stimulating his sense of smell. Covering his nose.

Jisung wanted to question why Minho came home drunk, but obviously he wasn't gonna get much of an answer from the drunken male. Letting it slide until morning, he barely carried the older towards his bedroom.