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Christmas Miracle

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{ Maya point of view }

I can't control my excitement, listening to everything surround me. the sounds are just weird — glass crashes, falling items on the floor, fart noise, screaming, phone buttons, the way I eat chips, seriously everything is weird.

the voice of every cartoon I watched, I never know Spongebob Square Pants has such an annoying voice, and the cartoon Simpson's, I didn't know his wife's voice sounded like a man.

“oh Maya, what are you doing this late?” and my father's voice, is just funny. everything seems funny, so weird. “wash your face and stop smiling, go to sleep, uh?”

listening is one thing, and speaking is another thing. it's hard for me to let out my own voice, because I was born without it.

“f-father,” every time I speak up, it turned out a stutter. father hums in respond while scratching his head, “N-nam Joon s-sent me a m-message. .”

I didn't get to finish speaking, yet he only nods and said, “he sent me a message too, don't worry we'll go tomorrow, oh and you don't have to come to the café tomorrow too,”

“w-why?” I turned off the TV, and chew the chips inside my mouth, the sound of chewing is noisy, very noisy it's unpleasing.

“..ah, your ears will hurt listening to people talking in the café,” he didn't look at me in the eyes, and then he also turned around. “go to sleep, it's pass midnight already.”

I pursed my lips, neh father, I bow a bit as if he sees me. “g-go to s-sleep, Maya,” I said to myself before skipping to my room.

morning sounds looks weird too, but not as weird as night time. I heard this sound cockade del do so I asked father and he says it's the chicken.

I asked my father what sounds are there at night, and he said the frog and cricket. I hate it, I hate the sounds that disturbs my sleep at night, it's annoying.

my phone ringtone sounds cute, and whenever Nam Joon popped on my screen makes everything seems even more cuter. I mean, like reading books or watching Korean drama its making my cheeks blush, and giddy at heart.

COME OUT WITH A SMILE

my brows arched, in confuse I walked to the door and twist the doorknob (also it sounded funny) just to find Kim Nam Joon at our doorstep with his hands at his back.

his smiles faded, “i told you to come out with a smile,” his voice is very warming and sexy, I just want to listen to it every seconds.

“w-why a-are you h-here?”

he smiles again, more wider, “let's go inside,” he was about to walk inside but I block him with my hands opened wide.

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