For a while longer we sat in Jihoon's living room, watching movies to which he claimed to know all the words to.
The Sound Of Music,
Little Miss Sunshine,
Various Disney movies.
Minghao, bored from the conversations in sign language that he didn't understand, was unusually talkative.
"What were you like back in the day Jihoon?" That's one of the questions I've been aching to ask. I figured it would be too personal. But hearing him ask that almost bugs me, what if Jihoon isn't comfortable with that?
Thanks to Joshua, who can now sign fluently, responses are fairly easily translated.
'About the same. Not much has changed.'
I know he's lying, though I'm not sure why. Was his mental state worse in the past than it is now? And if so, I can't imagine that being possible. He's already so...numb.
"Don't you have pictures?"
Minghao caught on as well, gently persuading for more.
Jihoon sighs and stands up. At first, the same confused look is pinned to our faces as he walks into the hall, not sure whether he wants us to follow him or not.
When Jihoon turns back he motions for us to hurry along, as if it had been implied.
Jihoon leads us down the wooden staircase that creaks under the weight of us all. Empty picture frames are lined up neatly against the railing.
My guess is that Jihoon took the pictures out of them, he doesn't seem to like his appearance all too much.
Another thing I'm confused by, considering we all find him quite adorable. All of us but me, of course.
Once we reached the bottom of the steps a large, wooden-walled room met our gaze.
Rather than the modern eye-sore upstairs, it's awfully cozy in here.
The ceiling is arched, also made of pure cedar wood. All of the furniture was a luscious, chocolate brown, and an old box tv sat on a thickly framed tv stand, cloated in dust.
In the other corner there was a drum set, a viola, and various types of guitars.
Jihoon powered up an older-looking computer humming atop of the pool table, after carefully recovering a cardboard box from the base of a large, wooden hope chest.
His password was simple; 112296
His birthday, painfully predictable.
He pulls the weak, worn out tabs of cardboard away from the box's whole, revealing many printed polaroids and envelopes. He does this all without signing anything to anyone.
He takes the polaroids from the box but doesn't flip them over for us to see, instead, he continues removing small items, bracelets, striped gloves, and a thick ring from the box. Beneath it all is a hard drive which he brings to his lips, blowing off the dust, and plugs into the computer.
"What's this?" Seungcheol asks, speaking as he signs to Jihoon.
Jihoon spares him a long enough glance to read the words his hands make, before turning back to his ancient computer.
'Nailen made a slideshow of us and my old friends over the years. I've never actually watched this before.'
After he finishes, a new tab is opened and the volume is adjusted. Jihoon's computer mouse has the letters NJ engraved.
YOU ARE READING
Mimic Me
FanfictionHis hands are warm and his smile is kind I can not hear him but he doesn't mind And though he doesn't understand the words that I signed I feel like our thoughts and words are still intertwined My stress and my anger make my teeth start to grind He'...
