Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

5 | Silence

Tick.

Tick..

Tick...

Jisung was merely stunned, he felt violated and more so if Minho looked on the USB. The amount of people who have tried finding out the voice behind the songs being released to their media page in the university. He couldn't let Minho find out.

Jisung felt his chest ready to explode from the sudden pause. What sorcery was this that Minho had over Jisung to make him feel so vulnerable but turned on.

"I won't tell anyone, under one condition..."

He swallowed dryly scared of what his request would be, a small cough was stuck in his throat, begging to be let out.

"You know J.ONE, let me meet him?" His eyes sharp, no hesitation in them, no bluff.

He thinks I know J-One... No jokes in the making here. At least he doesnt suspect it was him behind the USB.

"Y-..." Jisung started coughing harshly trying to breathe. Minho had to be kidding him? There was no way he was allowing him be seen singing. While he couldn't breathe, his throat was closing up and tears tried to make an appearance down his already flushed face. The tender touch of Minho's hand rub the latters back. flinching at the initial contact before relaxing to his touch. Holding his throat swallowing trying to do the breathing excersizes Chan has taught him.

"Why-?" His voice finally came out scratchy.

"Easy, I wanna be the only one to meet him... Aside for you of course." He whispered. Jisung wanted to choke more. His cheeks felt warm upon his face and the way Minho said that so calmly was intruiging in its own way. Though Jisung shrugged that feeling away probably hopeing it was from the fever he was still having. But this might be my only way to not let his secret be revealed.

"Don-t lie... Its to criticise..-" a single finger pressed against his lips and a small hum was let out. His face really close, that jisung felt his heating up by about 2 degrees...

Its just from my fever. Yea.

"F-fine... I also... have... Condition..." He let out between breaths. His eyes getting harder to keep open.

"Okay?"

"Don't tell... Chan..." He spoke as he grabbed the glass of water again taking a long guzzle. It hurt to use his throat. Just as he set the cup down, Jiung rested his head against Minhos shoulder. Still breathing heavy. This is what should normally bring on anxiety attacks. But right now he felt relaxed. Minhos hand tangled into Jisungs blonde hair as he stood up laying him on the couch. He brought him a comforter and laid it upon the sleepy boy.

"I promise... Just rest now, you deserve it."

And with that he was out cold.

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He woke up startled feeling something pounce onto his stomach. The ribcage hurt enough as is from last night. Trying to get his bearings he stared at a dark smokey cat. He hummed in response. Letting it nuzzle against his neck before closing his eyes again.

Wait.

I don't have a cat?

His eyes shot open quickly, sitting up letting the furball roll down his chest. It's claws ceasing and dug into the bare skin, letting out a small yelp trying to detach the claws. Another cat came sprinting around the corner of the couch, along with a taller frame.