Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

38 | Warmth

Jisung had fully given up. Flopping onto his sheetless bed with no blankets, any fire and determination to fix his laptop was long gone. At least the keys were clean, he got as much cleaned as he could. It barely worked, but it was manageable. Using his mouse, he saved most of his stuff to a OneDrive folder that transferred to his phone temporarily.

Still the thought pooled in his mind. This wasn't good.

He wasn't anywhere finished writing his newest winter song. Which in reality irked him beyond belief.

Rolling over, Jisung finally sat up. Looking at his closet, he stood up to change. A walk might help him clear his mind. No one to lurk around him. Plug in music to relieve the outside world. Being cooped up in a bedroom just wasn't his thing anymore.

Not ever since he got the taste of ultimate freedom. He had no restrictions, no parents to come home to who would traumatize the shit out of him. That doesn't mean he stays outside all night, no he was smarter than that, but a walk during the day isn't going to cause harm.

He found his parka, along with the black oversized hoodie he ever so graciously claimed from the older. Layering himself up. It was cold, not many places would be open on the day after Christmas, maybe a small café shop, a few grocery stores, but nothing extravagant. though he did know his favorite place was open, so with a destination in mind, he set off to brave the winter weather.

The moment Jisung left the dorm building the cold air seeped quickly. He covered his face into his parka feeling the air nipping at his nose and cheeks.

No regrets... Okay maybe a little regret.

Jisung shuffled along the icy pathway, taking a usual route he took when he used to live in the rugged out house. The unstable bungalow-like house.

Its been almost two months since his last time at the place, a month since his parents arrest, a month officially living in the school dorms. He gained two new people in his life no matter how hard he tried to kick them out. His throat no longer ached trying to speak, of course there were uncomfortable moments, crowds, being asked to help by teachers. slowly but surely he was opening up. Even Hyunjin seemed to take a small liking to him, popping around occasionally to say hi, but only when Minho was around. Which he never understood why, Hyunjin was a total jerk in the beginning. He didn't know what made him change his stuck up personality and bullying habits.

It could have been pity, though, Jisung found that highly unlikely. Deep down he figured it had to do with Minho. It always did. He walked passed the empty space. The home he once lived in was totally demolished. A chain like fence around his place, but no ruble. It was a waste land. The tree he had to climb was cut, into logs as if they were going to be used for a fire. A tarp over them for the season.

Jisung sighed heavily, turning to continue walking, he didn't expect them to collapse the building so soon. Jisung had no rights to the house, and even if he did it was not like he cared. It carried heavy history that claimed his youth. a blessing to see it gone, a breath of fresh air. The buildings around the property probably felt relief as well. it was a total rundown shit hole.

I'll come back in the spring, when everything has melted. Maybe he will see something new here. Something worth seeing on this walk.

The wind blew lightly, kicking the powder like dust off the ground, swirling it like it was dancing, following a sort of rhythm that didn't exist. Jisung quickening his pace, hoping to get to his coffee shop just a little faster, he could see in the distance, the warmth, and peace that he could have with his ever going mind.

Running quickly he swung the door open letting warmth engulf him, quickly apologizing to the figure who was just behind the door, with bowing. Yea, He was getting better but randomly saying sorry just wasn't in his vocabulary. His hood fell down as he adjusted to the light air of the coffee shop. Shaking the coldness off of himself. He he walked up to the tablet. One of the any reasons he loved this place, he didn't have to speak. It was a win in his book. Tapping away to find his drink. A nice coffee-mocha. perfect for such a cold day. Checking his pockets, he noticed something cruel.

was the world screwing with him? Was he really that dumb to leave his wallet at the dorm. checking all pockets to make sure he wasn't losing his mind. Some older male started groaning to the younger, with impatience. Jisung stepped back, with a small fake smile.

He just wanted a coffee, nothing else.

"Stupid boy. why are you here without money huh?"

Fuck me... Jisung shrunk even smaller, his voice barely squeaking out an apology. he wasn't trying to burden anyone. he didn't even think he would have forgotten his own wallet.

"Excuse me, sorry Jisungie, I made you wait right?" the voice was openly loud, acknowledging him. They leaned over him, tapping on the screen to select a drink, Jisung looked up at the foreign presence and his heart stopped.

No way...

"Remember, I said I'll buy hmm?" The blonde let a small smile out, Jisung never had seen such a display on the individual. It was soft, but something told him otherwise. The elder male stood back, he was clearly hesitant to even speak.

"Sorry sir. I told him to leave his wallet at home. I dropped him off at the door thinking I would be back in time to pay."

"Maybe a card would do him good in the future young one. But how nice of you to set him at the door to keep him warmer, such a kind boyfriend you are." the grandpa stepped back again allowing the male to pay.

The world really was screwing with him today. First his laptop, the old house was gone, and now this. Someone he wasn't expecting to see since it was holidays.

BOYFRIEND? EXCUSE ME! Jisung was internally screaming as the older just nodded, ignoring the false accusation and paid.

Hyunjin? Just what the hell?