Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

Special Part 3

"Dr. Lee, thank you for the perscription." A young boy smiled widley looking at the paper with the boys perscription.

The mother rubbed the boys cheek before ruffling the boys hear and on their way out the door.

"See you in three months okay?" Minho responded before looking back at his keyboard typing away notes to close his one appointment. His glasses on the bridge of his nose, the muffled words outside his office on the third floor of the hospital. Clicking save, exiting the file and slipping into his next case.

The cycle continued like this for hours. Soon it was the end of shift, coworkers asking him to join for drinks, but his cold stature kindly declined.

He didn't like going out, not anymore. Not when his heart is off in another area and his robotic state left him somewhere in limbo. Only when he was with clients was when he had some sort of aura showing he was human. Outside of that, it was a wall barricaded around him.

Throwing his coat on, brisk fall looming over the city of Seoul, the trees colors changing, along with beginning to shed leaves notifying winter will make an appearance soon. Minho walked through the medical hall to the elevator. Minding his own business. Off hours he is totally shut down, he looked at his phone again seeing no messages from a specific person.

Internally sighing, what was he expecting. He hadn't gone a day without checking to see if the younger would message him. But he knew Jisung also blocked his number. Minho tried countless times to contact him after that night, but to no avail.

It shouldn't have ended that way. Minho should have pushed harder to stay next to him. A pointless fight. They always said they would be together, get over anything together, thick and thin. But that one night cost him practically three years of pain that no one could see externally.

He did see a missed call from Chan. 15 minutes ago while he was still with his last patient.

He clicked the contact to return the call, only to be answered seconds later.

"Minho?" Worried laced into his name.

"Yeah, you called? Im returning-" minho froze when Chan cut him off.

"I need your help. Jisung... he uhm... relapsed. He won't eat again, he won't take his medications. He is falling apart Minho. I need you to talk some sense into him. He listens to you, he always did..." Chan rambled.

Minho didn't step onto the elevator like he was going to, he stepped back, as deja-vu washed over him.

"He didn't?" Minho cautiously asked.

"Changbin said he has cuts along his arms again. I'm scared shitless Minho. We almost lost him last time. He took so many pills before his concert that no one knew if he was going to make it out last time." Chans voice wobbled, Minho was never used to hearing the older like this. The composed older one of the two, with a calm mind.

Minho remembers that night like it was yesterday. It was supposed to be a normal day. Go to work, perscribe medicines, diagnose, go home, rinse and repeat. That night he wasn't expecting to be called in for an emergency and it being his ex boyfriend laying sickly in the bed. He wanted to throw up last time, his stomach had churned so much.

They thought he was exhausted during that concert but Chan and him never told Jisungs company it was from Overdosing. They couldn't. By then Jisung and him had already separated. Minho knew there had to be more to the issue. But couldn't get the younger to budge.

He still followed the youngers music, but it was missing one thing.

Meaning.

His songs no longer had meaning anymore they were bland, typical soon to be dropped off the face of the earth ever since the world found out the identity of J-One he shot up to fame fast. He was everywhere.

But its gotten to the point, they hardly reveal he has new songs, or new albums coming out. Which meant burn out.

"Minho? You there?"

"Huh? Yeah. Uhm... look Chan, i dont think itll be good for me or for him. He would want to see me. I don't know what else to do." Minho spoke. Of course in a heart beat he would run to that youngers side. But only when Jisung came back to him.

"Just come, I beg of you. He is crying right now and if I leave this house, lord only knows what he could try and attempt. Im making food for him. He stares at your guys photos" Chan finally said.

"If you still love him, get your ass here otherwise you might regret it." The phone line went dead.

Minho was torn. It wasn't an empty threat. It was telling him to come. Pulling him to the younger. With a heavy sigh and an hour long drive, he stood outside the youngers apartment complex. Cold feet, frozen nose. Stareing up at the tower.

With a heavy sigh, he stepped into the building heading to another set of elevators for the second time that night. He had a mask on to avoid public eyes. It seemed this area was always piled with news anchors, cameramen. It wasn't a private liftstyle but they were told to stay off the property. Only a few ways to enter in and out of the building needed to be cleared. Talking to the head desk, they recognised him immediately and allowed him passage. They knew him as Jisungs lover and he was a well known doctor.

Knocking on the door, a small come in was heard.

Don't back away now! You can do this.

He opened the door, the smell of ramen filling the room. It was feint but there none the less. Minho wasn't prepared to see the state of the house he used to come into all the time unannounced.

Chan was putting the dishes away he must have used to make supper.

"Where?" Minho whispered. Chan pointed to the door. It was bearly opened but whimpers were heard. It broke Minhos heart. Chan could see that facial expression soften on Minho. The usual one that tended to Jisungs low moments. The one who carried Jisung back in University. His soft expression but concerned eyes. As he stepped closer to the door.

Was he ready to see the younger. Was what Chan said true?

Pushing the bedroom door ever so lightly to reveal their old bedroom. No pictures still remained on the walls yet from the corner of Minhos eye they were tucked away in the corner... it meant something. Why were they still here, not thrown away. No one really questioned them either they just assumed with Jisungs state, he had no energy to remove them. Like everything else in the house.

All but one photo truely stood out to the older. But this photo was different, it faced the younger, on his bedside who was turned away from the door. Watching as Jisung grasped it from the table.

It was Minhos graduation day, they both celebrated it, jisung in Minhos arms bridal style. The cap in the youngers hand just low enough that it still caught the two whom were in their own world, kissing delicately.

It was a night to remember. Yes even remembering that night, Minho could see the youngers state. His hair ragged, his frame looked slimmer than usual. The occasional cough. His fingers grazing that picture.

Minho stepped into the bedroom further and fruther seemingly going unnoticed.

"Go away Chan..." Jisung croaked out.
Minho didn't move, he did notice an I.V attached to Jisung. Clearly indicating not enough fluids.

He sat on the bedside, still not answering. How could he answer. Maybe a silent plea would be seen.

"Chan! I said go- Minho!?" Jisung froze seeing the older.