the sun set slowly, as the sky turned into an ombre of yellow, orange, and pink. the colors fading into each other, as the rest of the sky became midnight blue, revealing the sparkling stars. yugyeom had left mark an hour ago telling him that he had to go to his dance class, leaving the older alone again. he leaned his head against his seat, his coffee now complete and his sketchbook open to the page he had been working on from before yugyeom joined him. he used his sleeved covered hand to move the wisps of hair on his forehead to the side as he looked around the shop.
the coffee shop was fairly empty, there was only two workers behind the counter and a couple of other customers sitting at tables away from his. he often sat in the coffee shop till it was closing time, which would be soon. this was one of his favorite spots, besides the riverfront. the small shop had a welcoming aura to it, it had beige walls that were filled with artwork, large windows graced with flowers and other small plants that welcomed the bright warm sun to bask in. the employees knew who mark was, as he came regularly, often giving him his drink for free. none of the workers would bother mark, knowing that the deaf male would be peacefully sitting in the shop drawing.
mark was shy despite the way he acted with yugyeom. outside of interactions with yugyeom, mark barely interacted with anyone. he would shyly smile at others, often playing with the sleeves of his shirt or jacket he wore, never making direct eye contact with the other person. he was scared to see how others would react when they discovered he was deaf so he didn't interact with anyone other than yugyeom. when someone approached him, he would read the lips of the person talking to him, quietly nodding or shrugging in response when they asked him a question. reading lips was something mark had become good at, before yugyeom learned sign language he would read the youngers lips to communicate and write his responses back in notes. Β yugyeom had been very persistent to be marks friend, pushing past his shy exterior, bugging the older consistently, mark was glad that yugyeom didn't give up on him. the younger was mark's only friend, often hanging out with him when he had the time in between his busy school schedule.
letting out a soft breath, mark closed his sketchbook, feeling that there was nothing else he could add to his drawing. he unzipped his clear pencil case and placed his eraser and black pencil back inside it, making sure to zip it back up and placing it into his dark brown leather bookbag. he let his fingers softly trace the cold zipper of the bag. at the end of the zipper was a red keychain in the shape of a cardinal, he held it in his hand delicately, feeling the cold metal against his hand. he softly traced the gold outline of the bird, running his pale warm fingertip over the red body of the cardinal keychain. he closed his eyes feeling tears form, he took a deep breath of air and exhaled it slowly, trying to calm down. his milky hands shaking slightly, as his fingers gripped the keychain, his nails digging harshly into the palm of his skin. his knuckles turning paler than his already pale skin, as he winced slightly at his nails digging into his skin. his other hand gripped his sleeve tightly as he exhaled shaky breaths of air. his thin pink lips trembled as a small tear fell from his eye. he brought his sleeved covered hand up with shaky movement as he softly wiped the tear that fell from his eye, exhaling more air trying to calm down.
he opened his eyes softly, as he unclenched his fist that was gripping the keychain, letting the chain softly fall against the bag once again. bringing both of his hands to his face, he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve covered fists, trying to get rid of the tears that were formed. he brought his hands back down, keeping his head down, as he looked at his legging covered thighs, breathing softly. he played with the end of his long striped sweater that rested on his legs as if it was a dress. he felt someone tapping his shoulder, causing him to abruptly look up to see one of the female workers looking down at him with a smile. he shyly smiled back, his hands still playing with his sweater, as he tugged it down a bit more, a habit of his when someone approached him. he looked down at her name tag, may, he turned his head back to her face. he watched as may opened her mouth to speak and read her lips.
"someone wanted me to give you this," she spoke as she extended her tan slender hand to him. she was holding a folded piece of paper, between her soft pink covered nails. he looked at her hand then back to her face, giving her another shy smile and nodded back softly, not wanting to interact anymore. he brought his hand up and took the paper from her, bowing his head back as a way to say thank you. she nodded, smiling down at him even though he wasn't looking at her. mark lifted his head slightly, pieces of hair falling above his eye as he watched the worker go back to the counter. he looked down at the paper confused, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, causing creases to appear between his eyes. no one in the shop ever noticed mark. not many people approached him as he didn't make eye contact with anyone, he was more focused on drawing. he gently unfolded the paper, making sure it didn't rip. his hazel eyes scanned the paper reading it, as he held it with his fingers delicately.
"someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry".
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