Ear to Ear || myg

15 - Speak

A stack of freshly unpacked sticky notes and a notebook occupied the table, still untouched.

Haerin tapped the pen on the desk, fiddling with the lid in her other hand.

Yoongi stared longingly at the keyboard before him as he sat, fighting the temptation to do anything other than try to speak to his soulmate, avoiding getting into trouble.

It was silent, in their mind and the room.

Even with the silence, her head still hurt.

It was the day after the appointment and meeting, Haerin had gone to bed trying not to cry herself to sleep to not disturb Yoongi. That night, she was still confused, worried, and hurt, even with the encouraging words from the other members.

The door of the small studio suddenly opened, and a hand suddenly shot out and stuck a large piece of paper on the inside of it before quickly slipping out.

'SPEAK'

The two rolled their eyes.

Haerin started writing on a note, at the moment, only showing her soulmate her annoyed and somewhat strong persona.

'We might as well talk to gain some hearing back.'

He looked up at her.

'Alright.'

'What do you want to talk about?'

Yoongi spoke as he showed her.

The question reminded her of the first night when he asked her the same thing, except now he was actually referring to speaking.

"So now you acknowledge that we are talking?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Only because now I know we actually have to do it," He said after reading her lips.

They sat quietly for a few moments before Yoongi spoke up facing her, "Can you hear anything?"

"No," Haerin replied bluntly, then glanced back at the desk.

"How come I can?"

"Tch, I don't know. Why would you ask me? Maybe it's because of the other day."

He looked at her, clueless.

"I sang." she gave him a 'dUh' face.

"Oh," he nodded after recalling, "try again, see if it would change anything."

Haerin sighed, "I don't feel like singing right now."

"What? Why? We need to see if this works."

She straightened up in her seat, "Of course, we are going to make me sing for you to fix your hearing."

"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning closer in his seat to wait for an explanation.

"I mean, you haven't even offered to sing yourself to try to mend my hearing... 'cause here, you're the priority," she sighed before shaking her head, "I should have expected this. CEO probably told you to make sure you get your hearing back first, right? Because you're so much more important and trustworthy than me."

Yoongi tried to meet her eyes, "What are you talking about? No one told me to do anything like that. Is that how you really think?"

Haerin tried to avoid his gaze, "So what if I do? Why would you even care?"

He sighed and folded his hands, "Because you're my soulmate," he mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, tired, "Am I? Are we really soulmates? How do we know that?" she threw her arms in the air, "soulmates shouldn't despise the other when they first meet, they don't call them weird in their first conversation, but most of all, they should believe them."

He looked at her in confusion, but then came to realisation, scoffing and shook his head, "Wow, this is about when you lied about not being able to hear me before we met, right?" he crossed his arms, "I already told you that you don't have to lie about it anymore."

She gritted her teeth in frustration, "Why would anyone lie about being your soulmate unless being put at gunpoint? I really didn't have one, so I have no idea why I can hear you now. All my life, I could never hear anyone, and I certainly couldn't hear you."

He sighed, and tried to make her understand what she already knew, "I know it's hard to believe, and we are still healing... but now that you are here with me, it's obvious we really are soulmates. Believe it or not. No one is going to call you crazy anymore."

Ugh, seriously, this guy thinks he knows everything. "Okay, I know that soulmates of celebrities keep quiet of who their soulmate is until they meet them so people won't think they are crazy, I'm saying I would have done just that if I actually knew you were my soulmate," the words she spoke were so foreign to her, she'd never had to admit she really had a soulmate, "I'm telling you, if I could have heard you, I'd know that I would be here today."

Yoongi thought for a moment, his chin resting on his hand, "You're telling the truth?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He straightened up in his seat, "Alright," he accepted her explanation, "why didn't you tell Dr Rhee?"

Haerin furrowed her brows, trying to recall her reason, "I guess it was out of habit to not talk about not being able to hear before, me telling you when we met as an exception. I also knew we were going to have other appointments, so I just wanted news to be broken to us one at a time, so we could both be able to emotionally take it in. My mind was too busy somewhere else to worry about my past problems."

Yoongi looked up at her, surprised, "Oh? Then, what was on your mind?"

At his question, she turned around on her seat, no longer facing him. It would be embarrassing to say that she was thinking about him, about how he thought of her. She wondered so much what she had done to make him hate her.

What she would reply with, she needed to make sure he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"You."

Wait, wth? I thought I told myself to say something NOT weird?!

"Uh..." he started, his gaze drifting to the legs of the desk in front of him.

"No, I mean...... UGH," she turned to him and face palmed, "I meant to say, I was thinking about us. Like- no, not us specifically, but how we think of and treat each other," she tried her best to explain.

He lifted a brow, looking at her completely lost.

"Don't look at me like I don't know what I'm talking about!" she tried to boss him, "I was just wondering... you accept that I am your soulmate, so why do you hate me?"

Yoongi's eyes widened, and his expression then fell into a soft, almost guilty look. "I don't hate you."