13: His story

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Kookie ❤️:
Hey Tae?

Tae ❤️:
Yes Kookie?

Kookie ❤️:
I need to tell you something.

Tae ❤️:
Okay...
Did something happen?

Kookie ❤️:
No, no, nothing happened.
I just want to tell you about my past.
And how I ended up here.

Tae ❤️:
Baby....
Are you sure?
You don't have to

Kookie ❤️:
I do actually have to.
So please let me explain.

Tae ❤️:
Okay, yes of course baby
I'm all ears
I mean, you know what I meant

Kookie ❤️:
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's start with the day that I lost my hearing.

Tae ❤️:
Okay...

Kookie ❤️:
I had the perfect childhood, really, my parents were treating me like I was a prince.

They did everything for me.

We were financially stable.

And had a beautiful house.

Everything was perfect.

I also had a twin brother.

Tae ❤️:
You do?

Kookie ❤️:
Yeah.

But that day when I lost my hearing...

Everything changed.

My mom was devastated.

My dad was nowhere to be seen.

But later I found out he became a ceo of a very big company here in Seoul.

My mom practiced sign language with me every day.

And my twin brother also learnt to communicate with me.

Until one day.

My dad had to take me to school.

And he gave me a letter in the car.

Saying that it would be a disgrace to have a deaf son since he's a CEO of such a big company.

So after school he picked me up and brought me to an orphanage.

He had a suitcase with some of my belongings in it but that's it.

The orphanage was located in Busan.

So I couldn't easily go back home.

I hated it there.

I couldn't sleep.

And would cry all day long.

I also stopped eating.

One week later, I got a roommate.

He talked to me but of course I couldn't understand him.

So we had contact via paper.

He told me he ran away from home because he was a victim of sexual assault and was physically abused.

His name was Jimin.

He thought me being deaf was cool and said I was lucky to hear nobody talk.

We became inseparable.

We would sneak out at night and go to a local fair or the beach. And in the winter we would make blanket forts.

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