vevyeol (ao3)
"Stop waving your hand in front of my face."
"You can't see, can you?"
In which Kyungsoo has been blind since birth and Jongin can't help but be drawn to the blind male. His art.
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The grocery store was one of the most places Kyungsoo could feel like himself again. It was quiet, in fact no one went to the store, it was hidden in the deeper part of town and no one seemed to know of the place.
Kyungsoo did though, he knew it well. Ever since he was young his mother and father would bring him to this grocery store and let him pick out his favorite candy. As parents they did everything they could for Kyungsoo.
They would tell him what the floors looked like, the ceiling and if it had cracks in it, the walls and what color. On and on Kyungsoo loved to here how some of the colors blended together, making purple by blue and red and yellow by green and blue.
Everyday he urged to be able to see how the colors looked, he dreams of being able to touch and see how they look next to other colors. Perhaps orange and white or yellow and green, like a garden full of sunflowers his mom would say.
She described gardens, all kinds of sceneries with all types of flowers planted into them. Daisy's, Tulips, Poppies, SunFlowers, everyone of them. He always smiled when she described them. Kyungsoo can just imagine how gorgeous they would look in person.
Yes, imagining was all he could do for the past nineteen years. Kyungsoo was born blind, his sight has always been black darkness filling up his senses. Yes, his hearing was good, no, amazing in fact.
Kyungsoo could hear birds tweeting from two streets over sometimes when it was quiet in the morning and the sun had just began to rise. He could hear the neighbor whistling outside in his yard when Kyungsoo was huddled on his coach in his own home.
As they say, once one sense is gone, the others become more powerful. And that's exactly what happened to the blind male standing in the frozen section of the small grocery store. Within feeling the coolness of the air he knew where he was and he could remember what types of food were in the section.
Having one hand hold with stick, the other reached out to grab for some chicken wrapped in its plastic package. Once having the item in his hand he quickly felt how the object was in his palm.
Turning it upside down and touching the top of the food let Kyungsoo know it was in fact chicken and he grabbed the correct thing. Setting it gently in the cart he moved on to the next frozen section that had glass doors to hold the food in its compartments.
Pulling open a door, he felt around the cold bottles until he felt the handle and hardness of a milk jug and grabbed two just incase he got extra thirsty this week. Moving once again he drifted into the fruit section.
The small male could tell where he was by the smell of watermelon and strawberries filling up his nose. Humming softly Kyungsoo grabs a watermelon and bounces it in his arms for a weight check. Perfect.
Before Kyungsoo could put the fruit in the cart his hand slipped from under the melon and nearly crashed onto the floor if it wasn't for another hand that caught it in enough time.
"Please do not juggle the watermelons sir," a deep voice said in front of Kyungsoo, his tone playful and amused at the same time. The small male blushes lightly on the situation, he's such a klutz.
"S-sorry I um didn't mean to - d-drop it." Kyungsoo answered with his face straight his hair falling over his eyes lightly. He was indeed overdue for a haircut (by his mom because he only trusts her) and it was beginning to let others know too.
