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.