𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang

XXIV

Well, shit. Isn't he clever?

I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on my shoes as I scuffed them.

"It's getting dark. Shouldn't we get back?", I signed as I bit my lower lip, hoping to get out of this situation.But no suck luck.

Seonghwa smirked as he shook his head slightly, urging me to answer his question. I exhaled as I crossed my legs.

"I write everything in this journal. Everything that interests me and that I want to remember. And I was writing about the waves just now", Well, it isn't technically a lie.

Seonghwa read my signing, then pursed his lips, impressed.

"That's awesome. So that must be a personal thing, huh? Just like my sketch book is for me?", Seonghwa asked, and I nodded with a smile.

"So you love to write?"

I nodded fervently, then raised my hands to sing. "Yes, writing is the only way I can express myself since I can't talk. It's my voice. And I just love how words can portray every emotion, every situation so perfectly", I told, and Seonghwa raised his eyebrows.

"See? Like I said, you're amazing. Ans pretty fascinating. Never fr a second think you're not good enough, Yeosang", Seonghwa signed, his eyes locked with mine, his hazel irises swirling with so much emotion that I had to blink. I then nodded meekly, my heart thumping wildly.

"Your turn", I signed, as I got back to my senses. I wasn't going to let him go that easily.

Seonghwa  grinned as he shook his head at my silly question. I hope it was a silly question.

"Hongjoong is my childhood friend. Not exactly my best friend per se, but he's great guy", Seonghwa signed. Vague answer. I waited for him to tell me more, bu he didn't.

It had gotten almost completely dark now, so without a word, we shared a look and both got up, proceeding to climb upwards and back toward the building, Seonghwa helping me up, and I didn't mind that one bit.

But my mind was still racing, dissecting Seonghwa's answer about Mullet boy, and I curse myself for over-thinking about this.

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Seonghwa  nudged me lightly, and I looked up at him, shaking away my thoughts.

Seonghwa  pointed upwards the dorm building in a question as we walked past it, and I nodded, as we stopped walking. This hostel was pretty damn huge, and the distance from my secluded bench to the dorm rooms and classes to was at least a eight minute walk.

I waved him goodbye and turned on my heel, but Seonghwa caught my elbow.

"You love to write, huh?", He signed excitedly.

I raised an eyebrow as I nodded, loving his cute grin.

"How about we write each other letters then? Just silly little things. It will be fun!", Seonghwa signed, honest to God resembling a little excited kid, and I nearly cooed. He never acted his age. And I loved that about him.

My eyes widened at his suggestion.

"That's a great idea. I'll write you a letter first", I offered.

Like I didn't always write about him already. 

"Great!", Seonghwa signed, then offered me his hand which I shook, once again admiring how soft but still firm and warm his hand was. So comforting.

The handshake ended all too soon, and I waved goodbye to Seonghwa yet again, almost tripping on the stairs back to my room as soon as I got inside the building, itching to star on that letter right away.