Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

2 | Decipher

Minho was having a totally normal day... And by normal, he means; he left the dorm room relatively early today, in his silver long sleeve button down, which was pushed up the arms messy with no desire to even the cuffs that now sit just below the elbow and wearing his deep black distressed skinnies. Listening to the familiar song Called 'I see', that made his university buzz with excitement. This artist's voice is beautiful. He releases music once a month and people go crazy.

Minho is one of those people, on a calmer level. Of course he would love to know who the person behind the voice is. His music draws him in, leaves him in a state of calmness with deep meanings. No one knows their name, or who they even are. They just know he goes to this university. People have tried looking for him all around the campus but to no avail, there was no sign of male behind the voice.

Minho was casually going through the school and was rounding one of the corners to watch his phone hit the lap of a blonde boy who happens to now be sitting on him pinning the older on the floor.

Minho froze in place meeting the eyes of the blonde, who has yet to apologize. The blonde male, frantically looking for words to come out threw his head in the direction of voices yelling for him.

"What the hell!" He snapped standing up dusting the imaginary dust off his black jeans. Now Minho is normally chill, but the male stared at him with a dumb look. Frantically looking like he wanted to say something, but words couldn't escape. Minho couldn't place who the blonde was.

"He went this way!" Minho watched his gaze avert his own and eyes shot wide, while collecting his things and running. It finally clicked that this boy was none other then Han Jisung.

The mute of the school.

"Hey! You!" He yelled out as he took off farther down the hall. He picked up his phone from the ground and saw a USB on the ground as well. Minho decided he would run after him, to return the USB. He wasn't mad knowing the boy who ran into him was the mute of the campus. Which explained why he tried speaking but nothing came out.

Finally catching up to smaller blonde by grabbing his arm he struggled and landed into the lockers. Minho wasn't trying to hurt him by any means, but the poor boy had terror written all over his face. His brown eyes pleading.

Save me...

It took a mere three seconds for the gaze to meet his own but was then dragged into the empty classroom and the door was shut. Minho was going to speak but saw as he watched the latter place his ear against the door holding in his breath.

He let a small sigh out before ending up in a coughing fit. Hoarse and watched him cough small bits of blood. He grabbed at his throat as if he were choking. Minho, who was taking medical in school didn't have a clue as to what he could do to help.

He just knew he swears Jisung said a single word.

"Finally," The blonde then turned around wide eyed as if he had forgotten Minho was there before he began staggering. He was propped against the wall sliding against it, his vision blank. Quickly Minho sprawled into action barely holding him up.

His chest heaving heavily running in time with the youngers desperately gasping for air.

He flipped his hood up over his face wrapping his arm over his own shoulder as he hooked his arms under the smaller males' legs and supported his back. He was small. Some would say frail even. No muscle to his body. His cheekbones prominent. He looked ghostly sick and was extremely warm to the touch.

Minho carried him all the way to the medical wing. The walk was about 10 minutes across campus. The aggressive stares he was receiving was crazy. He just needed to get him to the medical wing. He was burning up, looking down at the mute boys dazed face made his heart ache. His eyes trying to stay open.