"He probably knows it, but how I wish I could tell him. Tell him how happy he makes me, just with a small smile."
Or, the one where a shy, introverted deaf and mute boy living in a boy's hostel falls in love with the new heart-throb art teacher slas...
Yeah, I'm sure of it. Wooyoung is always sneaking out of his room to presumably hang out with San. And San, the shy boy, was a lot more touchy-feel with Wooyoung now.
Both boys were currently engaged in a deep conversation, with a tiny Wooyoung pressed against San's broad shoulder and constantly muffling his giggles in San's neck. Honest to God, they were annoying.
But I guess they were kinda cute.
And seeing Wooyoung and San, who were in their own little bubble and had no idea I existed, made me think of my own love life and my pathetic crush on Seonghwa. Well, it was more of an infatuation actually. Or even more that that. Ugh.
I'd been playing what Seonghwa had said about me again and again in my head since yesterday at the bench. He admired me. But I decided not to look to much into that. Seonghwa said that he admired people like me. Not me, me.
Wooyoung suddenly nudged me, snapping me out of my deep thoughts. I looked up at him with an annoyed frown, and Wooyoung posted in the direction of the cafeteria counter with worried eyes.
I followed Wooyoung's finger, and felt my breath catch in my throat.
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Seonghwa was animatedly talking to a mullet-haired boy, and they were both laughing, with the mullet-haired boy's small hand draped on Seonghwa's shoulder.
He was making Seonghwa laugh. And he was standing a little but too close for comfort.
I felt my hands ball up into fists my lap, as the stupid lanky guy leaned forward and whispered something in Seonghwa's ear, making him blush and bite his lip.
I gritted my teeth as Seonghwa blushed, because of him, and offered him that beautiful smile of his with a nod as Mullet boy pecked his cheek and slipped out from behind the counter.
I it on my lip harshly back down at my trembling hands, willing myself not to cry.
This is stupid. I'm pathetic. Seonghwa deserves to have a boyfriend, to be happy. So why am I feeling so angry over that? Over his happiness?
But I already knew the answer to my own question.
Because I want to be the one to make Seonghwa laugh, to make Seonghwa blush. And I want to be the one who gets to kiss his cheek and whisper sweet things in his ear.
It sounds impossible, but hey, a boy can dream, right?
But let's keep the harsh reality in hindsight as well, shall we?
I'm just a seventeen year old deaf kind. How will I ever compete with someone like Mullet boy?
