impaired | m.yg (On Hold)

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- J I H E E -

I decided to go to the park by myself, Youra had to go to school.

I have to wait for my tutor, he's coming in 3 hours and he gives me extra help in reading lips.

I don't go to school, all the names they wrote on my dorm door.

They would mock me, I left and got myself a teacher to come to my house.

I sat down on a empty bench and watched everyone come and go.

I made up little stories for everyone that walked by me, like a lady had a little yorkie, she wanted another dog but got that one.

And the plum man that walked past me, had a mommy complex and loves cats.

I almost laughed out loud at the things I thought, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around.

It was the man that I bumped into yesterday, he seemed to be in normal attire, yesterday he was wearing a suit.

I could clearly see the red mark on his cheek from Youra's punch.

He help up his hands and signed 'I remember you from yesterday and I wanted to say I'm sorry' I stared at him in shock.

He looked at me confused 'Can you understand sign language?' I got over my shock and signed back 'Yes I do' he smiled.

'Do you accept my apology?' I smiled 'Yes, it was my fault I bumped into you, anyway' he shook his head.

'No, it's not, I'm not letting you take blame, I'm sorry' he had repeatedly signed that he was sorry until I felt a giggle come out of my throat.

I instantly covered my mouth, I had only laughed in front of Youra and I just giggled in front of a complete stranger.

'You have a cute giggle' I blushed and thanked him 'I'm Min Yoongi' 'I'm Cha Jihee' I held out my hand and he shook it.

'Why don't you have a hearing aid?' I shrugged 'I can't afford one and I'm used to this' he nodded understandingly.

'Do you want to take a walk?' I nodded and we got up, walking around the park in circles.

'So, what do you do?' I signed to him and he shrugged 'Nothing special, just music production' I stared in amazement at him.

'How does music sound?' He seemed to think about it 'It depends what type of music it is' I started to think myself.

What would music sound like? It is pleasant? Is it bone chilling? Is it ear splitting? Is it beautiful? Yoongi stared at me, deep in thought.

'What?' He blinked and smiled 'I thought of something, meet me here tomorrow, around 5' I nodded without even thinking.

'Bye' he then ran off, maybe he needed to do something.

But I'll meet him here tomorrow, I'm curious of what he has planned.