i close my small notebook content with the poem i've written.
i don't write for fame or fortune, merely for enjoyment.
the bell rings and i smile ready to 'greet' my next customer.
a man in dark clothes with hair cut short at the sides but long at the top.
he sways a bit in his step, but i can't assume things.
he wears many earrings but two beauty marks are noticeable at the corner of his eye.
he is very handsome, but i mustn't let myself feel provoked by his handsome, dark exterior.
i begin to write a fresh new greeting for this man,
but before i can finish he slams his hand on the table.
"well? aren't you going to say anything?" he slurs a bit.
his voice is deep and intimidating, and if i wasn't attempting to keep things professional i would say his voice,
is very attracting.
yet still, i am startled by his hardly polite actions.
i bow my head down and put up a finger in signal to wait.
i quickly and neatly write that i am mute and it is a choice.
he chuckles before speaking.
"hey you may be a mute but, if i wasn't about to go fuck some girl, i'm sure i would be able to make you scream my name in the best way."
a/n i've almost finished writing all of the chapters :)
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mute 》2jae
أدب الهواة'no matter how impossible, unattainable or unimaginable something may seem...if it's meant to be, it'll be.' it's simple really, youngjae the mute florist who happens to love writing poetry and jaebum the broken (who can't admit it) college...
