mute ; junhao

THREE

For almost ten minutes Minghao left the larger one outside until he opened the door and Junhui literally fell towards him, because he had leaned against the door from the outside, but now his back was gone.

From Reflex, Minghao caught him so he wouldn't fall to the floor, because even if he didn't like the boy, he didn't have to land on the hard floor. For a moment they looked straight into each other's eyes and a strange mood prevailed, but Junhui interrupted the eye contact and cleared his throat before he stood right again.

"I'm allowed in, right?"

For safety's sake, he asked again, whereupon the smaller one nodded and closed the front door. With a gesture he showed Junhui that he should go into the dining room, which he did and sat down on one of the chairs. Minghao followed him and sat across from him, carrying pen and paper to communicate, because he still wouldn't talk.

While Minghao began to write something down, Junhui saw something in the room and discovered a family photo on one of the cupboards. Without further ado, he stood up and took a closer look at the photo.

He saw a woman and a man, probably his parents, a little girl and Minghao.

The family seemed so happy there, Minghao seemed so happy, but now he was different, not as happy as in the picture and he hadn't smiled for a long time.

Junhui strolled a little through the room and looked at more pictures, on each one it seemed as if they were the perfect family, but the last photo was different: Only the father and Minghao were still in the picture, the mother and the little girl were missing. The father smiled forcedly, you could see that clearly, while Minghao stared only with an empty gaze, just as mysterious and strange as he did now.

The Chinese man put up various hypotheses as to why the smaller one was like that, what the sudden change was all about, when he was torn from his thoughts when Minghao knocked the pen on the table and indicated to him to sit down again.

After he had sat down, he got the piece of paper with two questions to it:
What's your name? and What do you want from me?

"My name is Junhui and I want to make you talk," he replied directly, without hesitation, leaning back a little.

Minghao laughed quietly. Again someone who wanted to make him talk? So many had already tried it, his father, several psychologists and other relatives, but none had made it, since he had sworn three years ago that he would no longer talk and that would not change.

But the older one had firmly resolved to get the cute boy to talk, no matter what he had to do for it. "What is the picture about there?" he wanted to know and pointed to the last picture.

Suddenly the other one stood up, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway before pointing to the door, a sign that Junhui should leave.  But...," he started, but Minghao just pushed him right through the door, opened it and pushed him out.

Was he just seriously kicked out?  How nice.  But with the picture he had probably hit a weak point of the younger one, maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn't talk...

One thing was for sure, he would come back and find out what the picture was all about.