" 'Silent.' The only word you can describe me as. I don't like talking. I don't talk. No. I can't talk. Even if I force my voice to make a sound, nothing comes out. My throat burns if I try, and it hurts like hell. I would rather stay silent. "
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"Hey look its that mute fag!"
Without another word exchanged, four boys crashed themselves onto a tall yet slim boy.
The sudden crash made the slim boy lose balance, almost falling face flat onto the concrete floor. He kneeled down onto the ground from the harsh impact and his glasses flew away, laying somewhere unknown to the slim boy.
He searched around helplessly for his glasses as his eyesight failed him without the help of his glasses.
"Look at him crawling around like a dog!" One of the four boys mocked, the others agreed by laughing.
The slim boy stopped on his tracks. He turned to scan the four boys with his poor eyesight, yet couldn't make out their faces.
"Watchu looking at fag?!" A blow was sent to his ribs, causing him to choke on his spit.
Like a signal was sent along the four boys, they started sending blows towards the poor, slim boy.
They kicked his ribs, abs and legs. Then slapped and punched his face, ignoring the weak struggles of the boy.
They were having so much fun that they had failed to realise that the boy had already gone unconscious from the unbearable pain shooting throughout his body.
They were so used to the silence of the boy that they forgot that he couldn't let out a sound. Even if he was hurting, he couldn't speak for himself.
"Tsk, for fucks sakes, he fainted again." One of the boy let out a snort and spat onto the slim boy.
"Let's go, he'll stay alive."
As if he weren't worth anything, the boy was left there alone. In the dark alleyway, beaten up and close to death. Blood covered his clothes, his sight blurry as it was covered from the blood flowing out of his forehead. His breathing ragged and uneven, indicating that he was close to his limit. He whimpered and breathed out harshly, trying his best to croak out a sound or even a noise to call for help.
Yet nothing came out.
He let out a final breath of defeat, a small weird noise and eventually, his life ended.
Song Mingi, 21 years old. Had died from being beaten to death. He struggled to stay alive, yet God failed him by taking his voice away.
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"Mingi...?"
The figure standing infront of them says otherwise.
"Weren't you dead..?"
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Breaking news! 4 corpse were found at the side of the forest. It was reported that their neck were slashed and they died by choking at their own blood, and we all agree that it was a very horid way of a murder. Nearby citizens do be aware of your surroundings to ensure your safety, call 911.......
"Woah, that's so disgusting.. Why are you even watching it in the morning?" Wooyoung turned away with a disgusted scowl on his face.
Yunho shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch the news.
"You have to know what's going on in the world bruh. Don't always watch that porn of yours." Yunho raised his brows and teased, not caring about how his roommate nearly died from choking on his cereal.
"Yah, Jeong Yunho!"
"Yes I am." Yunho spat back, earning a loud whine from the shorter.
"Anyways, I'm heading out now, good luck on your bitchy talks." Wooyoung ended and left, leaving Yunho alone in the living room.
Yunho sighed and turned off the TV. He would have to leave soon for his job. He didn't really have much to complain about his job, but its just taking a huge toll on his mental health.
He's working as a psychologist.
It's not like he hated his job, but the never ending stress was weighing him down.
Moreover, he learnt how to read expressions. He understands people even without having words exchanged. Which is why it adds more stress to his mind. He could see through someone and know what they were thinking.
The ugly two-faces and lies of people never fails to disgust him. Like why did you lie when you're basically fully exposed to me?
Yunho sighed again and stood up, unwilling to head out. He took a few more deep breaths and finally walked out.
The journey from his house to his workplace takes only 15 minutes by foot, so he prefers walking.
The roadside was covered with beautiful flowers and plants. The golden morning sunlight hitting the flowers, giving them a pretty shiny glow. Butterflies fluttering around the bushes, as if playing around and having no care to the world.
Yunho kept walking as he takes in the beautiful scenery around him. He enjoys walking in the morning as the weather is always super nice and chilly.
He stops in a cafe infront of his workplace and bought a cup of iced latte. He needed the caffeine to keep him awake and alert. Though he hated the taste of coffee, he had to take it.
Something feels off today.
The cafe was unusually quiet. Normally at this time of the day, it would be packed with people. But today was empty, even the baristas were weirdly quiet.
"What's wrong..?"
