[M] Blue Hour || Yeonbin

two: silence

Soobin's POV:

I've known Yeonjun for about a week, and I think we're friends now. At least, I hope we are. I mean, he doesn't get nearly as anxious when I talk to him, and neither do I. He's so easy to talk to, but I've never seen him with anyone else at school. I don't want to ask and make him uncomfortable. We've only known each other for a week, and I don't want to cross a line.

I was excited as I walked to calculus, knowing I'll be able to sit next to Yeonjun. I was smiling as I walked into the lecture hall, but it instantly faded when my eyes landed on a certain boy in the back of the room. Yeonjun had his head resting in his arms with a hoodie covering himself, like he was hiding. Thank goodness I was early so I could hopefully talk to him a little.

I quickened my step as I walked to the back and took the seat next to Yeonjun, gently calling out his name, "Yeonjun-hyung?"

He didn't even flinch, so I called his name again, "Yeonjun-ssi?"

Nothing. Maybe something was wrong with his hearing aids again. With that thought, I reached out and tapped his shoulder, making him flinch and look up at me. I widened my eyes when I saw the fresh bruise under his left eye and the cut on his cheek. I slid my chair closer to him and worriedly asked, "Oh my god, what happened?"

He didn't say anything and grabbed his backpack off the floor. I was confused until he reached into the front pocket, spilling out a handful of plastic and metal pieces on the table in front of us. Everything clicked in my head: his hearing aids. I cautiously reached my hand up, pushing his hood back a little to look at his ear. His hearing aid was gone, but there were fresh scratches along the side of his head, making me even more worried. I looked at his other ear, and the same scratches were there.

He closed his backpack and put it back down on the floor as I pulled away. Yeonjun rested his head back in his arms again, looking embarrassed that I saw him like this. I sighed and took my notebook out of my bag, ripping out a blank page from the back of it. I quickly wrote:

You don't have to tell me what happened, ok? I'll take notes for you

I folded the paper in half before tapping his shoulder again. He barely picked his head up but was able to see the piece of paper I was handing him. He sat up and took the paper from me, taking a deep breath before opening it. He made a little lip smile at my note before turning to me. He brought his hand up, touching his chin and reaching his hand out to say, 'thank you'.

I shook my head and smiled, making a fist with my hand and rubbing it against my chest to say, 'sorry'.

He shook his head and grabbed my pencil, putting the piece of paper back down on the table to write something back to me. He handed me the paper after a moment as he put my pencil down. I took the paper from him and read:

Does Taehyun-ssi have a break at the same time as us? I want to tell you, but it's too much to write

I looked back up at him and made a thumbs up before pretending to type on my imaginary phone, trying to tell Yeonjun that I'll text him. I think Yeonjun understood because he nodded. I sighed when the pout went back to Yeonjun's face, and flipped the piece of paper over, writing:

Tae taught me how to say please so I'm basically fluent

I wanted to make him smile again, so I handed the note back to him. His smile was so small that I would've missed it if I wasn't paying attention as he read my note. He looked back up at me, and I smiled at him, bringing my palm up to my chest and rubbing in a circle to say, 'please'. He smiled a bit bigger, but our little moment was cut short when our professor came into the lecture hall.