Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

11 | Obligation

Minho still couldn't believe that Han Jisung was J.One.

J.one was Han Jisung.

The mute of the school, who can't publically speak, but can sing such sweet melodic songs that pierce your soul.

These turn of events made Minho see Jisung in a different light. Each layer revealed a new aspect of the blonde that Minho just wants to see more of. As if he was drawn to the younger.

"You asked me once about why I help you right?" Minho questioned, rubbing the males back who was struggling to breathe

"Why do I help you?" Minho restated the question.

"Yes..." Jisung coughed out holding his sides. He was scared to hear the answer that could be given at any moment.

"You're a friend of Chans, and a friend of Chans is my friend. I feel obligated to protect his friends." Casually Minho spoke, not realising the impact of those few words. Jisungs silence filled the room, before he stood up grabbing his shirt from the table. Observing the blonde he watched as he collected his bag, and tossed his coat on.

"Wait... Where you going?" Minho questioned standing up quickly to try and beat the younger to the door. Jisungs hand on the door nob opening it. Got slammed shut on him.

"Ji... Talk to me..."

"Don't feel obligated to protect me anymore. I don't need your pitty, I don't need someone who feels obligated to protect me because of another friend. I thought you'd be different." Jisung harshly pulled on the door causing Minho to stumble back just abit. Minho swears his heart stopped seeing the deep hazel brown eyes glossed over trying to prevent tears. There was nothing but void that filled the eyes of the younger.

"Don't come finding me, and don't tell anyone who I am. Goodbye Minho..." The younger choked out and with that, he left the older in his room by himself. Lost in thought.

Were the words Obligated really impactful?

He sounded like he was hurt. His voice barely strained. Minho, had no idea how much this impacted the younger. He wasn't intending to hurt the younger. And now he probably hurt him more then any scar could show.

Planting himself against the door he pulled his phone out to call Chan. He was the only one who knew what to do. The endless ringing finally dialed out.

"Hello?"

"Chan, I think I messed up..." Minho could feel his world blacking out. Stopping, in the midst as time still moved forward. His breathing becoming rigid. He didn't know how much two words could hurt.

"Minho? What happened? Are you having a panic attack? You haven't had this happen in so long..."

"I hurt him... I... didn't think words could hurt that much... I didn't... I didn't think anything of it Chan... His eyes looked voided!" Minho filtered out. Taking small gasps between.

Nuisance...

Obligated...

Chans friend...

Small words like that had such an impact on Jisung and Minho hadn't even realised it until the words 'Good Bye' left the youngers lips.

"Minho, breathe for me... In through the nose... And out through the mouth..." Chans voice over the phone becoming soft and angelic to Minhos ears as he tried to follow his prompts. His breathing ragid, from the pervious llittle over worked gasps.

"I said I feel obligated to protect your friends Chan..." Minho said as he released another breathe.

"Min, I need you to calm down. You may be overthinking this."

"I called him a nuisance a week ago..."

"Jisung is pretty rational about most things. Sure he may of been hurt by them now, but he may just need to calm down." Minho was having trouble finding how Jisung wouldn't take this the wrong way. He felt terrible. It could of been for a number of things. His past could creep up on him at any moment.

"Chan, I don't think your understanding this. He said he didn't want someone to feel obligated, he didn't want protection, or pitty, and he even said goodbye..." Minho made sure to leave out telling anyone that he was J.One. That was one promise he would hope to keep. Minho didn't want to be left alone. He found comfort in Jisung and maybe thats why the words scared him. His own words scared himself.

"I'll talk to him. Maybe he will come to his senses. He's always been alone Min, so of course words like this would hurt him. But he has blocked out so much that they just become voided words."

"Chan..."

"Yea?"

"I need to find a way to appologize. I can't have you do it for me..." Minho wanted to prove to the younger his words were meaningless comments. He wanted to engluf the younger in praise, and hugs, and admiration. To make him feel affection and not just as Chans friend. But being him. He wanted to do this. With no feelings of obligation, but to really be there for the younger.