it begins to grow late and i worry for the man
he's been sitting in the same seat all day not ordering anything except multiple glasses of water.
my daytime shift will almost be over. there's no one in here except us two.
should i ask him if he's alright?
it couldn't hurt.
i quickly jot down asking him if he is okay and that i am a bit worried for him.
the grabs his napkin and my pen but i stop him and point to my ears.
"you can hear?"
i nod my head with a small smile.
"why don't you speak then?"
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mute 》2jae
Fanfiction'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...
