this story will be in youngjae's pov
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how do i do it?
don't ask me, i have no idea.
they say i was a born prodigy
i doubt it, i'm really just a florist.
where do i find the words of my 'masterpieces' they ask. i shrug and give them a small smile.
they assume because i don't speak it means i can't.
what?
but i can, i just choose not to. i haven't found a reason to. and until i do i will remain this way.
no laughs, no cries, no shouts, no hushed whispers.
nothing.
but thats okay, it just means i get to listen to the beauty of natures sounds in the world.
YOU ARE READING
mute 》2jae
Fanfiction'no matter how impossible, unattainable or unimaginable something may seem...if it's meant to be, it'll be.' it's simple really, youngjae the mute florist who happens to love writing poetry and jaebum the broken (who can't admit it) college...
