Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

4 | Fricative

Jisung was in such a state of panic. Not exaggerating, full on panic mode. It was now sundown; he has been looking all around for his USB after classes ended and it is now late into the evening, yet his USB is still missing and nowhere to be found. Even after constantly searching the university grounds it was no where in site. To say the least, he was beginning to have an anxiety attack. It had everything. His stage name, the track, and most importantly his vocals.

At this point he was ready to give up looking. Have yet to see any weird stares come his direction which he felt he was blessed. Though that shortly came to an end when a group appeared and Jisung concluded it was the same males earlier that same day.

"Finally, we found you mute." One of the males shoved Jisungs shoulder, harshly making him stumble, while another stuck their leg out tripping him in the process. The boys were keen on finding Jisung today and causing a ruckus for the younger one. Gathering around him he was closed in on making his surroundings smaller.

Stop.

Once again, Jisung couldn't let a single word out as he breathlessly panted trying to let something out. It scared Jisung not knowing what the boys were going to do to him this time. They were in the hallways completely segregated from where other students would be.

"Awe, look mute boy is trying. What a freak..." The words flowed through one war and out the other as Jisung tried standing up from being on the pavement, he was kicked in the ribs. Jisung keeled inwards on the ground rolling up holding his stomach. The pain radiating up his chest and down towards his pelvis. Jisung knew he was going to end up with external bruising and maybe even internal if it kept going this way. He still held in his tears that wanted to fall.

"Fight back weak boy." One said with a sinister laugh. All Jisung could do was hide his face as he let a weak smile out.

This was my life, I deserved it...

This was his daily life. His routine of being put down. Jisung only swallowed dryly holding in the tears that tried to continue to spill out.

Jisung flinched as he shut his eyes waiting for another impactful hit. This is what he wanted to avoid: but he much rather be finding his USB before someone else does then being beaten to the ground.

"Hyunjin! Leave the poor boy alone." Jisungs head that was hiding between his arms by now slowly peered up to see a tall brunette. He wasn't wearing his silver dress shirt from this morning but grey hoodie and black sweatpants. A headset wrapped around his neck blaring a song that seemed incoherent to Jisung, but a rhythm he knew too well.

It wadms his music.

why was it so loud?

Minho what are you doing here?

Their gazes met each other, with a small plea. Jisung coughed heavily. Even spitting a small ounce of blood once again.

"What do you want Lee! Come to start a fight with me again?" Hyunjin picked Jisung up by the collar shoving him into his buddies who pinned him to the wall. He was afraid and it was clearly written all over his face as he continued to eye Minho who stood taking in the scene before him.

"You'd lose again anyways Hyunjin, so why bother? Your pip-squeak boys have nothing on me either." Jisung watched the rivaling of the two. Hyunjins' face twisted with annoyance before swinging a fist at Minho. His quick dodge sent Hyunjin flying past him almost landing on the ground. Standing upright Hyunjin huffed sending a kick his way. Jisung could only shut his eyes not wanting to see anyone hurt.

Especially because of him.

Why was he intervening here? Sure, Jisung prayed Minho would help him but at what risk? This didn't make feel Jisung any better knowing Minho could get hurt for helping him. Even if he didn't out right ask, Jisung knew the older could see the plea in his eyes.