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unheard of (junhao)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11799549

Summary:

minghao doesn't like being deaf; junhui makes it easier

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minghao hates being deaf.

not because he can't hear, but that obviously isn't great, but because of the way everyone else reacts to it. the pitiful looks, being treated differently, like a fragile, porcelain doll whose entire being will crack and break if the wrong word is uttered. it's annoying , especially since he's so much more than deaf. he's a dancer, a major in human development. a soulmate skeptic, and even a street wear enthusiast with a disgustingly large collection of off white clothing, and yet the only thing he ever gets chalked down to is being deaf .

"i'm not even fully deaf," minghao mumbles, he hopes, to himself, though everything sounds like a muffled, distorted mumble to him. when he looks up he only sees mingyu looking at him, a little confused, surrounding library patrons still sat with their faces buried in their books and minghao figures his voice had been quiet enough.

nothing minghao signs, dismissing mingyu's curious look as he leans his chin back on his hand, forcing himself to read the obnoxiously long paragraph about human development and process the words into actual real, useful information.

the next time minghao looks up, he realizes only twenty minutes have passed as he rubs his hands over his face, groaning in what he again hopes is in an appropriate tone.

vaguely, he feels the buzzing of mingyu's mobile on the table, the tan boy eyeing it longingly, committed to his and minghao's study rules of 'no phones until at least an hour of cramming'. minghao catches the eye of mingyu and waves towards his phone, mingyu practically lunging to answer it before the final ring.

the chinese boy watches mingyu's mouth move quickly, manages to only catch a handful of words with two of them being "wonwoo". it's been a while since he's actually heard korean despite being able to sign in it without second though. he still knows enough to live, and he still is fluent, but attempting to lip-read someone speaking as fast as they do in korean leaves the chinese boy with a killer headaches more times than not.

"wonwoo wants to know if you want to come out to eat, he and his friend are buying." mingyu tells minghao, speaking a bit slower now. minghao considers the offer; third wheeling between the grossest soulmate couple to ever exist – not that he has a problem with wonwoo, or mingyu, they're just such a couple , and minghao thinks soulmates are stupid anyways – while juggling the tedious task of meeting someone new and politely explaining to them that sorry, he's deaf, so either talk slower or wait for wonwoo or mingyu to translate.

his tumbling stomach makes his decision for him, the offer of free food swaying him as he agrees almost reluctantly.

"tell him he better order some lamb though," minghao says, before marking his page and closing his textbook.

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walking into the family owned restaurant wonwoo and mingyu have coined as their date place – gag – minghao is immediately welcomed by the scent of cooking meat, a faint smell of lamb that leads the thin brunet to a table where wonwoo and another unidentified man sit, his skin tone similar to mingyu's though his features are completely different, wide eyes and large nose and a pretty, straight toothed smile that makes minghao's stomach flutter oddly. he brushes it off as being hungry.

wonwoo waves at him, slowly finger signs a welcoming, and the pretty honey blonde boy beside him waves too, smiling warmly.

sitting down, minghao greets wonwoo and the stranger, barely glances in the other three's directions as they talk amounts themselves. he doesn't particularly care about the conversation flowing between them, too hungry and concerned about his stomachs well being to even try and read their lips.