"Fine," Yoongi grunted, and left the area down the hallway.
Haerin rolled her eyes. How could he leave without signalling to her?
She tiredly got off the couch, and followed behind Yoongi, politely smiling and waving to the other members and manager before leaving.
The walk to the room was silent, both already hated the thought of having to try to speak to each other when they literally couldn't hear anything besides them yelling, since that's all they say to one another.
He turned the hall and entered a room, leaving the door open behind him. Haerin caught up and quickly followed.
As she turned to go inside she was met with a smack on the face.
Blue paper covered her eyes, and she peeled it off from her sore forehead.
Did he just stick a sticky note on me?
Haerin read on the note before her.
'This is my mini studio.'
She looked around the dimly lit room, a desk lamp the only source of light. Instruments and a desk with a computer and a few headsets inside occupied the area.
'Duh.'
'Don't stick stuff on my head, it hurts.'
She wrote back, and stuck it onto his arm.
Yoongi peeled off the note and placed it on his desk, then took a seat on the spinny chair as he moved another one next to him, tapping the seat for Haerin.
The girl cautiously sat next to him, and placed an arm on the desk waiting for him to do something.
He brought out the stack of blue, square sticky notes and halved it, distributing her one half and giving one of his pens.
'So, what do you want to "talk" about?'
She looked at him, furrowing her brows.
'Tch, I don't know.'
He sighed then wrote on her sticky note.
'Why do you write "tch"? It's weird.'
Haerin rolled her eyes.
'Why do you care?'
'And I'm not weird... stop calling me that ㅠㅠ'
He sighed.
'Fine... weirdo.'
He paused before writing again.
'What do you want to talk about?'
"Ugh,"Haerin groaned, eventually settling her eyes on the keyboard.
Yoongi noticed, following her eyes to the instrument then wrote.
'Do you play?'
She clicked her pen.
'Play? Play what? You need to be specific.'
'If you're referring to the keyboard, yes I pLaY.'
He scoffed, "Fine then, be that way," and swivelled his chair over to the instrument.
"FiNe tHeN bE tHaT wAy," she mimicked, after reading his lips.
Oblivious to what she did, Yoongi turned around to face her, sticky notes and a pen still in his hand.
'Come here, what are you waiting for?'
He reached out and stuck it on her knee.
Haerin peeled it off, bringing it with her as she used her legs to move her chair next to him at the keyboard.
He turned it on for her, and she placed her hands onto it ready to play.
There was no use in adjusting the volume, neither of them would be able to hear it.
Still out of curiosity, she pressed down on a few keys testing if she could hear it.
None.
Ugh this is so weird.
'You're really stupid are you? You know you can't hear it.'
He stuck it on her hand.
'Tch, yeah I know I just felt like doing that.'
Yoongi sighed and thought, What a kid.
Haerin then started to play some random piece, still getting used to the feeling of doing it without sound.
She saw a sticky note being placed on the music book stand.
'Can you play something?'
She took out her pen and replied.
'What do you think I'm doing?
Then gave him a 'isn't it obvious?' face.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, and waited for her to start.
Haerin started, and sang out loud enough as well since it would just be weird if Yoongi inaudibly watched her play.
He knew that he could already hear her sing and rap without her trying to make her voice loud, but said nothing of it as it didn't hurt this time.
Weird.
Her hands danced along the instrument and she tried her best to sing well, even though she could not hear herself.
The only noise in the room was her singing and the piano.
The somewhat of a performance lasted about 3 minutes.
Once done, she looked up expecting to see a judgemental look on Yoongi's face and got ready to scold him for being rude.
Instead, she was met with a stare looking deep into her eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable under Yoongi's gaze, Haerin sighed then took out a sticky note.
'Why are you looking at me like that?'
He clicked his pen.
'I can hear it.'
Her face scrunched, and she wrote back.
'Hear what?'
'You could obviously hear me sing.'
Yoongi took a new piece of paper.
'The sound of the keyboard; I can hear it.'
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Ear to Ear || myg
Fanfiction"Oh? Then, what was on your mind?" ... "You." In which a person can hear whatever their soulmate says loudly as an echo in their mind; the opposite of hearing each other's thoughts. lots of angst, petty comebacks, and interacting w bts as idols! #74...
