┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ A twist of fate occurs when two peculiar boys enter Binna's world. One asserts to be her son, while the other mysteriously intertwines his life with hers, regardless of her attempts to resist his captivating ways. Their paths intertwine r...
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"She smiled, and her face was like the sun"
She walked out of the hospital with her head bowed, shame crawling up her spine like a cold wind. Of all the people she could've run into, it had to be him. Fate, it seemed, had an uncanny talent for cruelty—never pausing long enough to let her catch her breath.
Her steps were slow, hesitant, each one silently wishing he wouldn't follow her. That he would let her go without turning this moment into something more unbearable than it already was.
She didn't want to see him again—not when he was like this. So recklessly persistent. So maddeningly kind. She hated boys like him.
And yet, as if summoned by her thoughts, he appeared.
Yi-chan stood before her, breathless, holding the small notebook she'd come to know as his voice. His eyes—deep, expressive, and painfully sincere—locked onto hers.
"Give me a chance to apologize," the notebook read.
She didn't need to hear his voice to feel the weight of the plea in his gaze.
Don't do it, she told herself, her expression freezing into something cold and unreadable.
"I'm sorry I misunderstood everything," he said aloud, voice trembling just enough to betray his guilt. "I'm so sorry."
Stop, Binna thought bitterly. Stop apologizing like that.
She hated it. The pity. The gentle eyes. The careful words. It always came once they knew she was deaf, as if her worth was diminished somehow—something fragile they had to handle delicately.
Then, he began making clumsy gestures, his hands forming vague shapes as he tried to communicate.
"Aren't you hungry? Should we eat? You need to eat to take your medicine," he said, voice soft, movements exaggerated for her sake.
