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Hello

                         Chanyeol had just come away from a study session at the library, the walk to the bus stop seemed so long, his body was sluggish and exhaustion was clear on his face. It took so much extra effort for the deaf man to attend classes specifically made for the hearing community. He knew that this new journey in life would be difficult, but he wasn’t expecting it to be this difficult. One would think that professors would change their habits after learning about a deaf student in their class. Was it that hard to ask for them to not turn their backs to the class while speaking and writing on the board? Why is it too much to ask for them not to explain anything while writing and to do it after? 

At least he had these study sessions where he gets all the notes from a stenographer in his classes. He’s able to fill in the gaps of knowledge he misses due to professors turning around or him unable to read their lips if they talk too fast or start to mumble. Honestly at this point it feels like Chanyeol is paying to just teach himself everything, he doesn’t feel like he gets much out of attending classes. 

Reaching the bench of the bus stop he sits down and closes his eyes for a little bit, leaning his head back against the glass structure that would protect them from the weather if it was unpleasant. He just wants to go to bed right here, just like this. Alas, he forgot to look to see how long till the bus arrives so he doesn’t have much choice but to open his eyes and look. Not to mention his stomach was starting to growl and demand it be fed. With a little sigh he gives himself ten more seconds of ‘resting his eyes’ before he forces himself to stay awake. 

He’s on second seven when he feels the bench move and he figures someone has sat down next to him. Well, now he has to open his eyes and not seem like a fucking weirdo sleeping at a bus stop. Siting up properly he opens his eyes to see that there is infact a stranger sitting next to him. He doesn’t mind. He gives them an awkward smile before looking up at the monitor to see when the expected time of arrival was for his bus. Ten minutes. Lovely. 

His eyes move back to being level with the other and he watches as their lips move. He’s able to make out the ‘hello’ the stranger says to him and internally he’s wheezing slightly. Usually he had his headphones on so others didn’t try and talk to him. It was a lot less awkward then trying to explain he’s deaf and it saves him from seeing strangers faces turn into pitying looks. He hates that. He likes being deaf. He doesn’t need anyone’s pity, he lived a good life. 

Giving the stranger another awkward smile he gives them a little nod before waving. He doesn’t want to be a complete dick and ignore the other, the stranger looked really friendly and kind, I mean you’d have to be to engage with a random person at a bus stop right? Or well...either really friendly or serial killer-y. More internal wheezing as he realizes his hand is still waving for an embarrassingly long time. Well now Chanyeol is exhausted and embarrassed. Great. He’s such a fucking dork. 

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“I’m sorry if my sign language isn’t very good.” ( Kanna to Chanyeol )

( ░ ❛ sentence starters for deaf/mute muses) found here  Status: Accepting      

                   Chanyeol was slowly getting accustomed to living in the hearing world 24/7. Back when he was in primary and secondary school he lived inside of the deaf community bubble, everyone in the area knew at least a basic amount of sign language since the small town was build around the deaf schools. Sometimes he misses his little community, but he can always video chat his friends and catch up with them, it’s not exactly the same. 

Adjusting to a place where almost no one can communicate with you in your preferred language was rough. Classes were rough, he had to spend twice the amount of time studying, because even if he was paying attention, sometimes his professors would forget that they had a hearing impaired student in the class and turn their back while lecturing. Chanyeol maybe understood about 45% of the lecture. Luckily he has the lecture recorded and it’s transcribed by someone in the ‘student accessibility office’. Even with the extra help though, it was hard. He felt like he was mostly teaching himself rather than being taught by a professor. He hadn’t flunked out at least…not yet anyway.

After paying for his textbooks at the counter he makes his way over to the little indie cafe attached. A nice cup of coffee would do him some good as he starts to pre-read the textbooks before the next semester starts. Hopefully that way he can keep up with the class, the last thing he wanted was an interpreter signing to him the entire class. Not to mention the extra work that would bring. The interpreter would have had to taken that class, and they would probably have to come up with their own signs for specific words. Words he was just learning in Korean, he’d have to learn in KSL. This was a lot more work than he thought it was going to be. 

A little dejected he write a note on his cellphone indicating that he would like a large americano, iced, with a double shot of espresso. Giving the woman a small smile he points to his ears and then shakes his hand, trying to indicate that he can’t hear. Usually  he’d get a buzzer to pick up his order, or a staff member would bring it to him, he didn’t mind either. What he wasn’t expecting though was for the woman to use some basic KSL signs regarding his order. Eyes wide he sort of stared at the woman completely thrown off, but also impressed. He nearly missed what she had spoken to him, but he caught enough to realize she was apologizing. 

No, no! That’s amazing, you did a good job. Thank you.

He signs to the woman before grabbing his phone to write down the same in a text, unsure about the woman’s comprehension. He wanted to make sure that she knew he appreciated the effort, even if she only knew a minute amount of KSL, it was still something that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, less alone.

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@mccnxhild:

kyungi shakes her head before pouting at the other. she signs to him “that’s not what i meant.” she thought for a moment trying to figure out the best way to explain what she had meant to say. “just forget that i said it at all.” she added with waving her hands side to side to shrug it off. “i’m sorry.”

                  Chanyeol was just sitting on his motorcycle at his point, his helmet was placed in the middle of the handles as leaned his elbow against it waiting to see what this woman would respond with. He was used to people asking questions about how he managed through life with his deafness. She wouldn’t be the first to question if being deaf meant he shouldn’t drive. Hearing people seemed to forget that if an emergency vehicle was coming around the corner, he has mirrors to see the lights, or if he sees multiple cars in front of him pulling over, that was a good cue for him to do the same. 

Lowering his phone he just stares at the woman before he’s taken over with complete surprise. Watching her hands move he realized that she was communicating with him in his own language. His jaw nearly drops. It wasn’t everyday you met a hearing person who knows sign language. He runs through a list of his friends trying to remember if any of them had a hearing sister, usually the hearing folks he met who knew KSL had a deaf person in the family. Like Chanyeol’s, his mother, father, and sister all knew sign language. He was lucky he came from a very supportive home. 

He can’t seem to place the woman in any connections that he had, so he finally starts communicating back. 

You know sign language? You’re hearing though right? Color me impressed. What you said has been forgotten.

He signs with a large grin. Placing his helmet in his lap now he sits up straight decided to introduce himself. 

I’m C-H-A-N-Y-E-O-L

After signing his name he makes the ㅊ sign over his mouth before pulling it up to the corner like the sign for smile. That was his name sign because he was always so happy and smiley. He thought it was rather fitting for himself. 

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                  Chanyeol wasn’t useless when it came to mechanic work, but he wasn’t a professional. He had managed to rebuild his stator a few times, but it’s only lasted him about 25k kilometers. After reading some articles on the internet it seemed that instead of getting a new one, he could go to a professional and get it fixed to get up to 75.5k kilometers, which was a lot better than he could do. It seemed worth the money. There were a few local mechanics here and there, but he’s unsure if any of them would be able to work on his bike. 

His 2002 Kawasaki W650 was his pride and joy, he had been saving up for a motorcycle ever since he could remember, putting half his allowence away, and then getting a part time job in middle school and high school, by the time he could get his license he could buy his baby. This November would make it two years of riding his baby, he had put on a lot of kilometers during that time, but that’s what a motorcycle was for right? Riding. 

Walking into the shop he pulls out his phone and waves someone down, he hopes he doesn’t think he’s being rude, but Chanyeol was deaf and selectively mute. That was a whole other trauma though. Pulling out his phone he starts to type on it as someone made their way over to help him. 

[text] Do you do work on motorcyles? I have a 2002 Kawasaki W650 that needs a stator rebuit.