Listen To Your Heart (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Five | Enough

Kyungsoo could have never predicted it. Sure, his mother had threatened to fire Ryeowook on plenty of occasions and he knew that letting him go to Jongin on his behalf was a mission that would only cease to make her threats become reality but quitting was something that Kyungsoo would have never expected Ryeowook to do. He knew that the pressures of having to follow around a deaf person and constantly having to translate for him could build up over time and the bitterness of his mother didn't exactly mix into that very well. 

The petit male's bare feet brushed lightly against the lightly tanned carpet as he crossed the hall from his room, going to what would become Ryeowook's former bedroom. When he approached the white-washed door, he saw no need to touch the door handle since it was already cracked open a fair bit, so he just gently pushed on it with his hand instead. Ryeowook didn't notice that Kyungsoo had entered the room, but when he made yet another trip over to the pulled out chest drawer and then back over to his suitcase, he stopped midway in his tracks, a couple of plain t-shirts hanging loosely out of his hands.

You aren't really leaving, are you? Kyungsoo questioned, his short fingernails scratching together as he went and stood in front of the bed.

Ryeowook sighed somberly prior to going over to the bed as well. "I am," he said, using his hands to sign back to Kyungsoo after he placed the shirts in his almost full suitcase. Kyungsoo's eyes trembled as he lowered his head, his quickly tearing eyes moving to look at all the clothes of different styles, designs, and colors. He picked up one of them and held it tightly in his hands, pressing it to his chest as he remembered the day Ryeowook took Kyungsoo to his first carnival when he was 13 years old; he was wearing that grey and white striped shirt on that wonderful day.

"You can keep it if you want," Ryeowook said as a small smile appeared on his face, catching Kyungsoo's attention by the sudden movement of his hands. Kyungsoo gave him a puzzled look and Ryeowook walked over closer to Kyungsoo, gently taking the soft fabric from his hands. "You know, out of all the days I got to spend with you," he said as his fingers rubbed against the thin material, "that was my favorite. I can remember it so perfectly because I still hadn't gotten to know you that well," he started to explain, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Kyungsoo did the same and watched his lips move. "I was actually really nervous because you weren't like any other deaf person I had worked for before. You were so quiet and you never had much to say to anyone. You would just sit upstairs in your dad's old study and read all those books he had. You never really seemed to be too fond of me, so the first time I was able to make you smile..." he paused to turn his head in Kyungsoo's direction. "...I felt like I had done my job right."

Kyungsoo smiled brightly at him. You won me that Pororo pillow that I wanted so badly, even though, my mother criticized me for still liking a children's show that much, he recalled, a small chuckle interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. I still keep that on my bed, you know. I don't cuddle with it like I used to before, but I still make sure to keep on my bed when I fall asleep.

"That doesn't surprise me actually." Ryeowook laughed. "I can still see you, even as an eighteen-year-old, holding onto to that thing for dear life whenever there was a thunderstorm." Kyungsoo's head fell for a moment, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink in embarrassment. "Your bed was right near the window, so whenever a really bad storm came, you would run into my room and jump into my bed. You said you were always afraid that the lightning would break the glass and electrocute you to death. God, you were so afraid of storms."

I still am, Kyungsoo admitted sheepishly, making more laughter spew from Ryeowook's mouth. Kyungsoo's facial expression then fell, the sudden sadness crashing over him like a wave. Please don't go, hyung, he said, only earning another weighted sigh from the elder.