you are the moon
you are the moon
paralyzing_time
romance, fluff; pg; kihae
3011 words
kibum wonders what donghae’s voice sounds like.
notes: i needed to stop my smut factory for a while. my first kihae! and the longest thing i've ever finished, even if it isn't that long.
The first time Kibum meets Donghae, he’s sitting in the library by himself, in an unnoticeable corner away from all the other kids studying for exams. He looks through the notes that the notetakers took for him during class, and wonders whether or not he would’ve taken better ones himself if he had the chance. His eyes quickly scan the information, processing it in his head.
His studying is interrupted by a brief touch to his shoulder, and Kibum looks up to see a young male, looking a little younger than him, speaking animatedly and pointing to the chair across from his. He nods, assuming he’s just asking for a seat, before returning back to working. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches the male, because nobody has ever tried to interact with him ever since he’s gotten to the university as a transfer student from America.
He looks at the other’s papers, seeing 이동해 scribbled on the top of every piece. He ponders over whether or not the name is familiar, but he soon decides that it’s not.
After much online searching (which Kibum will vehemently deny later), he finds out more about Lee Donghae, dance extraordinaire of the university. He’s wasted a couple hours of his life finding more about this man and looking at pictures of him. It turns out that he’s actually a year older than him, which makes Kibum curious, as he was so sure that Donghae was younger than him. He’s majoring in performing arts, not a surprise, is in the soccer team, teaches dance to little kids in his spare time, and can apparently sing too.
Kibum stares at the screen of his laptop, contemplating whether or not he should close the window before seeing his cellphone light up. He looks and sees that he’s gotten two texts.
Are you okay? Kibum smirks half-heartedly; it’s like his mom to be concerned over him.
Big brother, how are you doing? His younger sister had sent him right after their parents’.
He gives a quick reply back to reassure them both that he’s okay by himself.
His attention returns back to the computer, and he tries to imagine what Donghae’s singing would sound like. Light, sweet, bubbly.
It’s quiet, like it always is in Kibum’s world. He puts earbuds into his ears so nobody would disturb him during his studies in the library once again. He opens a textbook and begins to take some notes, jotting down what he doesn’t understand or what he thinks he won’t remember. At the top of his eyes, he sees Donghae taking a seat across from him again, not bothering to even ask for permission this time. The other half of the table is occupied, so he doesn’t blame Donghae for sitting around him.
He sees Donghae talking with some other guys and soon stops paying attention; it doesn’t catch his attention or seem to be of any importance. He doesn’t notice Donghae trying to communicate with him until he feels a light tug on his sleeve and he looks up, seeing Donghae furiously whispering something. He raises an eyebrow and concentrates on the other’s lips, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s saying.
Donghae gets the hint that Kibum isn’t catching anything he’s saying, so he tears from paper from his notebook and scribbles something on it before pushing it towards the younger male.
Is it okay if I sit here?
Kibum raises an eyebrow before writing back.
Yeah, I don’t mind.
Donghae gives him a brilliant smile (Kibum notices how his eyes turn into half-moons when he smiles) before writing on the paper in Kibum’s view, so he could see the question immediately.
What’s your name? :D
김기범 (Kim Kibum)
Kibum feels kind of foreign writing down the hangul for his name; he’s been living in America for too long.
I’m Donghae. 이동해 (Lee Donghae) ^___^
Kibum pretends that he doesn’t know that yet and nods before returning back to his work. He wonders what Donghae was trying to say to him before.
It doesn’t take Donghae long for him to catch up to the charade Kibum put up for him every time they met at the library. Kibum is stopped mid-walk by a hand on his shoulder. He whips his head around only to see Donghae trying to catch his breath. Donghae vaguely motions for them to go to the café nearby, which Kibum catches and agrees to. He has no other classes for the day anyway. Donghae leads the way, gently gripping Kibum’s wrist, and Kibum tries to ignore the faster heartbeats that ignited from the touch.
Once inside, Donghae points to the board and turns to Kibum as he lets go of him, and Kibum finds himself half missing the contact. He shakes his head, refusing the offer, and goes to find seats for the two of them as Donghae orders a drink for himself. Kibum finds a quaint table in the corner and sits at the seat closest to the wall, wondering what Donghae could possibly want with him. They have no classes together and he doesn’t seem to know he’s a transfer student. Soon, Donghae is sitting down across from him, an iced mocha frappachino in one hand and his bag in another.
He sets his drink on the wooden table before getting out a piece of paper and a mechanical pencil, scrawling something onto it before handing both items over to Kibum. Kibum leans over to read it, taking a minute to try and remember the hangul and what they mean.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Tell you what?
Kibum pretends that he doesn’t know what Donghae is talking about while giving his reply, putting the writing instrument down for Donghae’s response.
That you couldn’t hear.
The words hit Kibum hard. He presses his lips together and tries to come up with an excuse, with something that seemed okay. He can’t.
How did you find out?
It doesn’t matter. Why didn’t you tell me?
Kibum felt a small sense of smugness that Donghae felt the need to look him up, but it faded as he read the previously asked question.
I don’t know is the only thing Kibum finds himself writing.
He’s suddenly afraid of Donghae’s reaction. There are a few minutes of intense, awkward silence before Kibum can’t stand it anymore and promptly gets up and leaves, leaving Donghae alone with their written conversation. The silence has never affected the younger male so much before, not in all his years of living.
Normally Kibum isn’t the first one to give in and apologize in any situation, but he’s been sort of missing Donghae’s presence with him in the library. He finds him sitting alone at the fountain, looking down at the ground. He knows Donghae senses his approach, as he tilts his head up in his direction.
I’m sorry is all the note - that is dropped in Donghae’s lap - says.
Donghae reads it and smiles up at him. Kibum cannot help but give a small smile back when Donghae pats the empty space next to him. He obliges and sits down next to the older male, watching as Donghae writes something back in his chicken-scratch handwriting.
It’s okay. I’m sorry too; I didn’t mean to offend you.
They sit together and Kibum feels the silence in his world become comfortable, the way it’s been for most of his life. He takes a look at Donghae, who’s looking straight ahead, and ponders over what Donghae’s voice is like. He tries to make it as perfect as he can in his head, but fails. He just knows it’s probably pleasant. Kibum gets a pencil out of his pocket and gets the paper from Donghae, using his binder as a table to write on.
Is it weird that I wonder what your voice sounds like?
He almost hesitates as he finishes the question, but tries to resist all thoughts of erasing it as he hands the sheet over to Donghae.
Nope. I think about yours too. It’s probably beautiful. ^^
Kibum swears it’s Donghae that makes him turn into such a girl, getting giddy about such a comment and the childish emoticon after it. He pauses his musing when he sees Donghae writing some more.
I wonder… Please forgive me for asking this. >< Doesn’t it suck not to be able to hear music?
Kibum carefully scans all the hangul, trying to process it all. He’s not quite sure how to answer, whether to impress Donghae with his hardships or to pretend that he’s okay with it when it really does bother him. He decides to be honest.
You can’t miss something you’ve never had.
He gives a strained smile to Donghae, who turns absolutely sad when he reads it. Donghae lifts his head up and - Kibum can see the shining tears that he’s trying to hold back in his eyes - hugs the younger male, who stiffens from the contact. Kibum feels his heart beat faster and the heat rush up to his face, and he hopes that Donghae doesn’t notice either of them.
Now that Donghae had previously brought the subject up, Kibum can’t help but wonder what hearing music is like. He’s listened to some stuff he made up in his head, but he’s never heard the true sound of a guitar or the gentle stroke of a violin. It makes him feel kind of lonely because he sees everybody listening to something and bopping their heads to a beat.
He looks at the earbud he uses to block people out and stares at it as if he does long enough, sound will start coming out of it. The effort is deemed futile after a minute or two, and Kibum places it back in his ear. He’s seen Donghae dance before, fluid and smooth, heels barely brushing against the ground. He doesn’t understand how Donghae could manage to always look so perfect. If this is dancing, what would his singing be like? Kibum makes believe that he can hear for a moment and it’s a beautiful sound.
When Donghae moves to sit next to him for lunch, Kibum is the one that starts a conversation.
I want to hear you sing.
Donghae reads it quickly and sighs, another thing Kibum cannot hear. He gestures for the pencil, which Kibum gives, and seems to put a lot of thought into his reply before handing him back a simple one.
Someday, you will.
Kibum wishes he can believe that.
You think the doctors will be able to give me hearing?
We have a lot of technology nowadays, Kibum-ah. You never know what could happen, especially with medical stuff. Have you ever tried a hearing aid?
This brings back memories of America for Kibum. Memories of the hospital and the audiologists who tried so hard to help Kibum hear. Memories of the doctors who bore with him through his constant complaints and the teachers who took the time to get to know him.
The only one that would work is the one they would have to drill into my head. My mom didn’t want that.
Why not?
I’d have to learn how to talk.
Donghae doesn’t answer after that.
Teach me sign language.
Kibum gives the note an incredulous stare at the words. He looks up to Donghae, who has his arms crossed while standing in front of him. He gives Kibum a stubborn look, a pout in place, and Kibum is half-tempted to start laughing. Apparently, he has horrible self control because Donghae’s pout is replaced with a scowl, indicating that Kibum’s expression probably is one of laughter at the moment.
Donghae snatches the paper back and scribbles more on it before pushing it into Kibum’s hands, wrinkles littering the paper.
I’m serious! Teach me, please?
Kibum finally gives in, giving an inaudible sigh as he nods. Donghae jumps in excitement and happiness when he receives the wanted answer, going to sit next to his junior.
I don’t know Korean Sign Language though, just American Sign Language.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll learn whatever!
Not gonna be easy, you know. -____-
I can handle it! :D I’m Lee Donghae!!!
Kibum smiles, not because he doubts him, but because somebody other than his family is willing to learn sign language to try and communicate with him more. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before giving Donghae his first lesson in ASL.
Phone numbers are exchanged soon after, which leads to constant texts between Donghae and Kibum, not that either of them mind.
Kibum’s phone flashes during class and he quickly hides it underneath the makeshift desk (he always makes sure to keep it silent during class). It’s not like he has to pay attention to the lecture anyway; that’s what he has note takers for.
04/10/09 1:14 PM
From: 이동해(Fishy)
KIBUMMIE.
Of course it would be Donghae. He didn’t have that many friends here, after all.
04/10/09 1:15 PM
To: 이동해(Fishy)
What’s up, hyung?
04/10/09 1:15 PM
From: 이동해(Fishy)
Guess what I’m doing after my class is over. :3
04/10/09 1:17 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
GUESS.
Kibum almost rolls his eyes at the childishness of his senior and looks up to see if his professor notices his behavior. He’s still continuing on his lecture about the fundamentals of physics.
04/10/09 1:18 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
I don’t know. Going home?
04/10/09 1:18 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
Nope! I’m gonna go over to your dorm with the extra key you gave me. :D
Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to be careful! AND YOU DON’T HAVE A ROOMMATE ANYWAY.
04/10/09 1:19 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
Okay, hyung.
What Kibum doesn’t expect is for Donghae to be on his computer, and for him to give Kibum a smile that screams ‘I-know-something-and-I-like-it’, which naturally makes Kibum raise an eyebrow.
Donghae grabs the white board next to the computer desk and uses the dry-erase marker to write something on it.
Why Kibummie! You are such a stalker, looking me up online.
Kibum freezes, feeling as if his wall of dignity had just come shattering down upon him. All the blood rushes to his face, and he looks at the ground, not wanting to read the messages Donghae is writing on the board anymore. His silent world turns embarrassing and earth-shattering, and all Kibum wants to do is die in a hole. Right now. He’s so sure his face is like a tomato right now, and if he could hear, he would’ve heard Donghae chuckling.
He feels the buzzing of his phone in his pocket, and sees that Donghae has gone to the measure of texting him, even though they’re in the same room.
04/10/09 7:46 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
Look up, Kibum-ah.
Kibum finally looks up, seeing something new written on the board.
You’re cute.
Let’s go out for dinner. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet. :(
Kibum doesn’t get a chance to give an answer before Donghae is walking towards him and grabbing his hand, dragging him to the door. Kibum tries to ignore his mind telling him that he’s just like a pubescent girl around Donghae. He almost hears what sounds like a voice different from his inner one, and wonders if it’s Donghae’s. It’s sweet, nice, and airy, like the wind beneath his feet.
When his heart descends down from his throat, Kibum isn’t as nervous anymore. He’s half thankful that his deafness exists, so he has an excuse not to talk and stutter or stumble through his words and confessions. He and Donghae are done with dinner, and since they don’t really have anything to do since it’s Friday and they put off their homework for their college classes. They find themselves wandering around Seoul for a while, going anywhere and everywhere available late at night, before stopping at a park.
They sit near a sand box with their feet digging into the sand. Donghae grabs a long stick nearby and writes on the sand, even though it’s harder to read than on paper, Kibum manages it.
You don’t have to be embarrassed about looking me up, Kibummie. I did the same to you, actually. How do you think I found out about you? D:
Kibum gives a half smile and writes a small ‘idiot’ in English beneath the message, earning him a small pinch from Donghae because he seemingly knows what it means.
He feels the evening breeze hit them, but everything in his sight plays out like a movie or television show put on mute. He turns to the side to see Donghae muttering something to himself, lips moving in unrecognizable words (he’s more experienced with lip- reading English). He turns away after, looking to the street lights, away from Donghae. A small tug on his sleeve catches his attention and he turns around, only to have his lips covered by Donghae’s. The kiss is chaste and quick, but it’s enough to make taste explode in Kibum’s mouth, and now he knows what Donghae’s voice would sound like. Donghae sounds like the freshness of mint and the sweetness of vanilla, with a heart more alive than the rest of the world.
Sometimes Kibum doesn’t mind acting like a lovesick teenager every once in a while, even if he is twenty-two-years-old.
He sits next to Donghae at the fountain, the sun setting behind them as they let time pass them by, content with each other. He takes out his cell phone and sends his senior a text.
04/15/09 4:15 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
I like you.
The younger male turns his head to the side as Donghae reads the message. His expression shifts into one of laughter when Donghae lifts his head up to him, smiles, and tries to remember how to sign ‘I know’.
paralyzing_time
romance, fluff; pg; kihae
3011 words
kibum wonders what donghae’s voice sounds like.
notes: i needed to stop my smut factory for a while. my first kihae! and the longest thing i've ever finished, even if it isn't that long.
The first time Kibum meets Donghae, he’s sitting in the library by himself, in an unnoticeable corner away from all the other kids studying for exams. He looks through the notes that the notetakers took for him during class, and wonders whether or not he would’ve taken better ones himself if he had the chance. His eyes quickly scan the information, processing it in his head.
His studying is interrupted by a brief touch to his shoulder, and Kibum looks up to see a young male, looking a little younger than him, speaking animatedly and pointing to the chair across from his. He nods, assuming he’s just asking for a seat, before returning back to working. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches the male, because nobody has ever tried to interact with him ever since he’s gotten to the university as a transfer student from America.
He looks at the other’s papers, seeing 이동해 scribbled on the top of every piece. He ponders over whether or not the name is familiar, but he soon decides that it’s not.
After much online searching (which Kibum will vehemently deny later), he finds out more about Lee Donghae, dance extraordinaire of the university. He’s wasted a couple hours of his life finding more about this man and looking at pictures of him. It turns out that he’s actually a year older than him, which makes Kibum curious, as he was so sure that Donghae was younger than him. He’s majoring in performing arts, not a surprise, is in the soccer team, teaches dance to little kids in his spare time, and can apparently sing too.
Kibum stares at the screen of his laptop, contemplating whether or not he should close the window before seeing his cellphone light up. He looks and sees that he’s gotten two texts.
Are you okay? Kibum smirks half-heartedly; it’s like his mom to be concerned over him.
Big brother, how are you doing? His younger sister had sent him right after their parents’.
He gives a quick reply back to reassure them both that he’s okay by himself.
His attention returns back to the computer, and he tries to imagine what Donghae’s singing would sound like. Light, sweet, bubbly.
It’s quiet, like it always is in Kibum’s world. He puts earbuds into his ears so nobody would disturb him during his studies in the library once again. He opens a textbook and begins to take some notes, jotting down what he doesn’t understand or what he thinks he won’t remember. At the top of his eyes, he sees Donghae taking a seat across from him again, not bothering to even ask for permission this time. The other half of the table is occupied, so he doesn’t blame Donghae for sitting around him.
He sees Donghae talking with some other guys and soon stops paying attention; it doesn’t catch his attention or seem to be of any importance. He doesn’t notice Donghae trying to communicate with him until he feels a light tug on his sleeve and he looks up, seeing Donghae furiously whispering something. He raises an eyebrow and concentrates on the other’s lips, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s saying.
Donghae gets the hint that Kibum isn’t catching anything he’s saying, so he tears from paper from his notebook and scribbles something on it before pushing it towards the younger male.
Is it okay if I sit here?
Kibum raises an eyebrow before writing back.
Yeah, I don’t mind.
Donghae gives him a brilliant smile (Kibum notices how his eyes turn into half-moons when he smiles) before writing on the paper in Kibum’s view, so he could see the question immediately.
What’s your name? :D
김기범 (Kim Kibum)
Kibum feels kind of foreign writing down the hangul for his name; he’s been living in America for too long.
I’m Donghae. 이동해 (Lee Donghae) ^___^
Kibum pretends that he doesn’t know that yet and nods before returning back to his work. He wonders what Donghae was trying to say to him before.
It doesn’t take Donghae long for him to catch up to the charade Kibum put up for him every time they met at the library. Kibum is stopped mid-walk by a hand on his shoulder. He whips his head around only to see Donghae trying to catch his breath. Donghae vaguely motions for them to go to the café nearby, which Kibum catches and agrees to. He has no other classes for the day anyway. Donghae leads the way, gently gripping Kibum’s wrist, and Kibum tries to ignore the faster heartbeats that ignited from the touch.
Once inside, Donghae points to the board and turns to Kibum as he lets go of him, and Kibum finds himself half missing the contact. He shakes his head, refusing the offer, and goes to find seats for the two of them as Donghae orders a drink for himself. Kibum finds a quaint table in the corner and sits at the seat closest to the wall, wondering what Donghae could possibly want with him. They have no classes together and he doesn’t seem to know he’s a transfer student. Soon, Donghae is sitting down across from him, an iced mocha frappachino in one hand and his bag in another.
He sets his drink on the wooden table before getting out a piece of paper and a mechanical pencil, scrawling something onto it before handing both items over to Kibum. Kibum leans over to read it, taking a minute to try and remember the hangul and what they mean.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Tell you what?
Kibum pretends that he doesn’t know what Donghae is talking about while giving his reply, putting the writing instrument down for Donghae’s response.
That you couldn’t hear.
The words hit Kibum hard. He presses his lips together and tries to come up with an excuse, with something that seemed okay. He can’t.
How did you find out?
It doesn’t matter. Why didn’t you tell me?
Kibum felt a small sense of smugness that Donghae felt the need to look him up, but it faded as he read the previously asked question.
I don’t know is the only thing Kibum finds himself writing.
He’s suddenly afraid of Donghae’s reaction. There are a few minutes of intense, awkward silence before Kibum can’t stand it anymore and promptly gets up and leaves, leaving Donghae alone with their written conversation. The silence has never affected the younger male so much before, not in all his years of living.
Normally Kibum isn’t the first one to give in and apologize in any situation, but he’s been sort of missing Donghae’s presence with him in the library. He finds him sitting alone at the fountain, looking down at the ground. He knows Donghae senses his approach, as he tilts his head up in his direction.
I’m sorry is all the note - that is dropped in Donghae’s lap - says.
Donghae reads it and smiles up at him. Kibum cannot help but give a small smile back when Donghae pats the empty space next to him. He obliges and sits down next to the older male, watching as Donghae writes something back in his chicken-scratch handwriting.
It’s okay. I’m sorry too; I didn’t mean to offend you.
They sit together and Kibum feels the silence in his world become comfortable, the way it’s been for most of his life. He takes a look at Donghae, who’s looking straight ahead, and ponders over what Donghae’s voice is like. He tries to make it as perfect as he can in his head, but fails. He just knows it’s probably pleasant. Kibum gets a pencil out of his pocket and gets the paper from Donghae, using his binder as a table to write on.
Is it weird that I wonder what your voice sounds like?
He almost hesitates as he finishes the question, but tries to resist all thoughts of erasing it as he hands the sheet over to Donghae.
Nope. I think about yours too. It’s probably beautiful. ^^
Kibum swears it’s Donghae that makes him turn into such a girl, getting giddy about such a comment and the childish emoticon after it. He pauses his musing when he sees Donghae writing some more.
I wonder… Please forgive me for asking this. >< Doesn’t it suck not to be able to hear music?
Kibum carefully scans all the hangul, trying to process it all. He’s not quite sure how to answer, whether to impress Donghae with his hardships or to pretend that he’s okay with it when it really does bother him. He decides to be honest.
You can’t miss something you’ve never had.
He gives a strained smile to Donghae, who turns absolutely sad when he reads it. Donghae lifts his head up and - Kibum can see the shining tears that he’s trying to hold back in his eyes - hugs the younger male, who stiffens from the contact. Kibum feels his heart beat faster and the heat rush up to his face, and he hopes that Donghae doesn’t notice either of them.
Now that Donghae had previously brought the subject up, Kibum can’t help but wonder what hearing music is like. He’s listened to some stuff he made up in his head, but he’s never heard the true sound of a guitar or the gentle stroke of a violin. It makes him feel kind of lonely because he sees everybody listening to something and bopping their heads to a beat.
He looks at the earbud he uses to block people out and stares at it as if he does long enough, sound will start coming out of it. The effort is deemed futile after a minute or two, and Kibum places it back in his ear. He’s seen Donghae dance before, fluid and smooth, heels barely brushing against the ground. He doesn’t understand how Donghae could manage to always look so perfect. If this is dancing, what would his singing be like? Kibum makes believe that he can hear for a moment and it’s a beautiful sound.
When Donghae moves to sit next to him for lunch, Kibum is the one that starts a conversation.
I want to hear you sing.
Donghae reads it quickly and sighs, another thing Kibum cannot hear. He gestures for the pencil, which Kibum gives, and seems to put a lot of thought into his reply before handing him back a simple one.
Someday, you will.
Kibum wishes he can believe that.
You think the doctors will be able to give me hearing?
We have a lot of technology nowadays, Kibum-ah. You never know what could happen, especially with medical stuff. Have you ever tried a hearing aid?
This brings back memories of America for Kibum. Memories of the hospital and the audiologists who tried so hard to help Kibum hear. Memories of the doctors who bore with him through his constant complaints and the teachers who took the time to get to know him.
The only one that would work is the one they would have to drill into my head. My mom didn’t want that.
Why not?
I’d have to learn how to talk.
Donghae doesn’t answer after that.
Teach me sign language.
Kibum gives the note an incredulous stare at the words. He looks up to Donghae, who has his arms crossed while standing in front of him. He gives Kibum a stubborn look, a pout in place, and Kibum is half-tempted to start laughing. Apparently, he has horrible self control because Donghae’s pout is replaced with a scowl, indicating that Kibum’s expression probably is one of laughter at the moment.
Donghae snatches the paper back and scribbles more on it before pushing it into Kibum’s hands, wrinkles littering the paper.
I’m serious! Teach me, please?
Kibum finally gives in, giving an inaudible sigh as he nods. Donghae jumps in excitement and happiness when he receives the wanted answer, going to sit next to his junior.
I don’t know Korean Sign Language though, just American Sign Language.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll learn whatever!
Not gonna be easy, you know. -____-
I can handle it! :D I’m Lee Donghae!!!
Kibum smiles, not because he doubts him, but because somebody other than his family is willing to learn sign language to try and communicate with him more. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before giving Donghae his first lesson in ASL.
Phone numbers are exchanged soon after, which leads to constant texts between Donghae and Kibum, not that either of them mind.
Kibum’s phone flashes during class and he quickly hides it underneath the makeshift desk (he always makes sure to keep it silent during class). It’s not like he has to pay attention to the lecture anyway; that’s what he has note takers for.
04/10/09 1:14 PM
From: 이동해(Fishy)
KIBUMMIE.
Of course it would be Donghae. He didn’t have that many friends here, after all.
04/10/09 1:15 PM
To: 이동해(Fishy)
What’s up, hyung?
04/10/09 1:15 PM
From: 이동해(Fishy)
Guess what I’m doing after my class is over. :3
04/10/09 1:17 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
GUESS.
Kibum almost rolls his eyes at the childishness of his senior and looks up to see if his professor notices his behavior. He’s still continuing on his lecture about the fundamentals of physics.
04/10/09 1:18 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
I don’t know. Going home?
04/10/09 1:18 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
Nope! I’m gonna go over to your dorm with the extra key you gave me. :D
Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to be careful! AND YOU DON’T HAVE A ROOMMATE ANYWAY.
04/10/09 1:19 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
Okay, hyung.
What Kibum doesn’t expect is for Donghae to be on his computer, and for him to give Kibum a smile that screams ‘I-know-something-and-I-like-it’, which naturally makes Kibum raise an eyebrow.
Donghae grabs the white board next to the computer desk and uses the dry-erase marker to write something on it.
Why Kibummie! You are such a stalker, looking me up online.
Kibum freezes, feeling as if his wall of dignity had just come shattering down upon him. All the blood rushes to his face, and he looks at the ground, not wanting to read the messages Donghae is writing on the board anymore. His silent world turns embarrassing and earth-shattering, and all Kibum wants to do is die in a hole. Right now. He’s so sure his face is like a tomato right now, and if he could hear, he would’ve heard Donghae chuckling.
He feels the buzzing of his phone in his pocket, and sees that Donghae has gone to the measure of texting him, even though they’re in the same room.
04/10/09 7:46 PM
From: 이동해 (Fishy)
Look up, Kibum-ah.
Kibum finally looks up, seeing something new written on the board.
You’re cute.
Let’s go out for dinner. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet. :(
Kibum doesn’t get a chance to give an answer before Donghae is walking towards him and grabbing his hand, dragging him to the door. Kibum tries to ignore his mind telling him that he’s just like a pubescent girl around Donghae. He almost hears what sounds like a voice different from his inner one, and wonders if it’s Donghae’s. It’s sweet, nice, and airy, like the wind beneath his feet.
When his heart descends down from his throat, Kibum isn’t as nervous anymore. He’s half thankful that his deafness exists, so he has an excuse not to talk and stutter or stumble through his words and confessions. He and Donghae are done with dinner, and since they don’t really have anything to do since it’s Friday and they put off their homework for their college classes. They find themselves wandering around Seoul for a while, going anywhere and everywhere available late at night, before stopping at a park.
They sit near a sand box with their feet digging into the sand. Donghae grabs a long stick nearby and writes on the sand, even though it’s harder to read than on paper, Kibum manages it.
You don’t have to be embarrassed about looking me up, Kibummie. I did the same to you, actually. How do you think I found out about you? D:
Kibum gives a half smile and writes a small ‘idiot’ in English beneath the message, earning him a small pinch from Donghae because he seemingly knows what it means.
He feels the evening breeze hit them, but everything in his sight plays out like a movie or television show put on mute. He turns to the side to see Donghae muttering something to himself, lips moving in unrecognizable words (he’s more experienced with lip- reading English). He turns away after, looking to the street lights, away from Donghae. A small tug on his sleeve catches his attention and he turns around, only to have his lips covered by Donghae’s. The kiss is chaste and quick, but it’s enough to make taste explode in Kibum’s mouth, and now he knows what Donghae’s voice would sound like. Donghae sounds like the freshness of mint and the sweetness of vanilla, with a heart more alive than the rest of the world.
Sometimes Kibum doesn’t mind acting like a lovesick teenager every once in a while, even if he is twenty-two-years-old.
He sits next to Donghae at the fountain, the sun setting behind them as they let time pass them by, content with each other. He takes out his cell phone and sends his senior a text.
04/15/09 4:15 PM
To: 이동해 (Fishy)
I like you.
The younger male turns his head to the side as Donghae reads the message. His expression shifts into one of laughter when Donghae lifts his head up to him, smiles, and tries to remember how to sign ‘I know’.