Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

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No one knew what to do with him.

He could hear that in the irritated sigh that escaped her thin lips, papery like the crisp sheets she kept shuffling between her dry hands. They were rough on his skin as she rested her palm on his small, sloping shoulder, and he stayed completely frozen still under her frustrated touch, continuing to stare blankly at the white walls surrounding him.

"He will be here soon."

Soon?

Why is it so cold?

He signed the words quickly, his hands moving in quick, curt movements, the rest of his body staying completely immobile, only a fraction of his mind functioning to form the sentence. He saw her—Hanji was her name—pinch her carefully arched eyebrows, crinkles forming by her dark eyes and on her stiff skin. She pinched her lips together, mouth tugging down.

She was frowning at him.

Stop it.

He turned away.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand you."

Of course not.

All his words were gone now.

They'd built up underneath his scarred skin and stuck to his aching rib cage. They fell out of the gaping holes in his small chest. They echoed and clawed for escape, and then became forgotten wisps of barely made memories, dissipating as though they had never been. All he had now was his hands.

Small hands.

Dark chips and carved curves and lines over his soft palms, memorizing his only form of communication.

Why was it that his numbness didn't overtake them too?

Why is it so cold? I don't like it cold. I don't like it. I don't like the cold, I don't like the cold, I don't like-

"Yoongi," She muttered impatiently.

Her lashes fluttered over her cheeks.

She sighed again.

Stop it.

He wanted to scream at her.

But the urge faded quickly.

And he was numb and empty again.

She tried to take on a softer tone, her pools of black coffee churning with artificial sweetener.

"Yoongi honey, I'm afraid I don't speak sign language. Do you want me to get you a notepad?"

He bit his tongue.

The tang of blood coated his mouth, metallic and twinging with a slight sting.

He ducked his head, bangs falling into his face.

She grumbled under her breath when he didn't reply, standing up and fixing her immaculate bun, wound so tight it stretched her features.

"Jimin will be arriving in about an hour or so. Please be dressed and ready by 9:30. I'll come check on you in a few minutes."

She walked away from him, her black heels stepping silently over his white carpeted floor.

He sewed his eyes shut, fingers turning over each other before picking up the same pattern.

I don't like the cold.

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