Hanbyul

I could see him sitting on a sofa, writing on a small pad of paper before showing it to the guy next to him. I could see him laughing as the guy replied by writing back. His laugh looked beautiful from where I was standing and I couldn't help but stare. I could practically feel this magnetic pull towards him even though he seemed cold-hearted and distant from everyone else. His friend is now gaving him a pat on the shoulder before standing up and heading towards my direction. I panicked at first, wondering if he had caught me staring but instead, I watched as he walked past me and went over to Chaeyoung.

"Hanbyul, who are you staring at?" Chaeyoung asked as she placed her coke on the bar.

"No one." I tore my eyes away from the beautiful guy I encountered on the beach earlier, a light blush seeping onto my cheeks.

"Oh! Hanbyul, this is my boyfriend, Lee Sungmin."

I looked up to see the guy who was sat on the sofa earlier. No wonder he headed this way.

"Nice to meet you," I said with a quick bow. "I'm Yoon Hanbyul."

"Nice to meet you too, Hanbyul-shi," Sungmin said with a polite smile. I couldn't help but envy as Chaeyoung stared at Sungmin with those lovestrucl eyes which he returned. I felt as if I was invading their private moment.

Sungmin then looked over to see his friend sat on the sofa on his own before looking back at me again. I noticed this and pretended to be interested with my drink by twirling the green straw in circles, poking the icecubes. I hope that I wasn't being too obvious about avoiding Sungmin's eyes.

"I saw you staring at Kyuhyun earlier." My cheeks flushed at this statement, feeling embarassed at being caught. I decided to play dumb to avoid any further questions.

"Who's that?" I asked with a nervous laugh. My hands unconciously reached up to scratch the back of my head, a reflex for when I felt pressurized or nervous. Brilliant.

Sungmin raised an eyebrow. "It's okay, Hanbyul-shi. Kyuhyun gets alot of attention from the opposite . It's a shame he's usually not interested," he mused. I didn't need to be told to know that. He was an attractive guy afterall, his bronze hair tousled in light waves. His eyes looked as if it had many hidden secrets ㅡI knew I wanted to get to know him more.

"So you were checking that hot guy out without telling me? Selfish much?" Chaeyoung teased as she wrapped an arm around her boyfriend's waist.

"I wasn't checking anyone out," I huffed defensively. This is getting out of hand already.

"Go talk to him, he looks lonely," Chaeyoung said as she gave me a little push of encouragement. "You'll regret it later and I'm not ready to have a ing discussion so early in the year."

"He does seem cold at first, but Kyuhyun is not a bad guy," Sungmin added. With a sigh, I finally plucked up the courage to go talk to Mr. Unpredictable. I just hope that he could hide his bitterness better this time.

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I felt tired. The beat of the music could be felt by my body and everyone was either dancing or talking in groups. I wasn't in the mood to socialize and I was deffinately going back to my room early today for some rest. The magazine I was reading was full of dull celebrity gossip, something a typical girl would want to read.

I even considered heading back as soon as I reached the front door of the bar. If Sungmin didn't force me to come, I probably would have had another quiet night in.

I felt someone sit next to me and once again, I was facing the same girl from earlier this afternoon. She was wearing a simple navy dress with flats compared to other girls who were in heels. She looked nervous as she gave me a wary smile, probably unsure on how to approach me. I can't think of why she wanted to talk to me again after the incident earlier...

"Hey, erm... Do you want me to communicate by writing or talking? I want to say something and I hope my question just then didn't offend you," The girl rambled quickly and I gestured for her to continue her speech. She breathed in a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm being truthfull when I say that I never noticed your disability and it won't happen again. I hope you can you can forget it and maybe we can even be friends in the future?"

I took in every lip movement and sighed. She was apologizing again.

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

The girl nodded at my written message. She looked satisfied that I finally accepted her apology but still stayed where she was, staring. I raised an eyebrow at her and I swear there was a pink tint to her cheeks. Maybe it was the heat or even my imagination.

"I'm Hanbyul by the way, Yoon Hanbyul." She presented me her hand, waiting for me to shake it. Instead, I snorted and wrote a message on my pad.

Cho Kyuhyun.

Hanbyul returned her hand to her lap, looking slightly offended that I didn't accept it. I smirked at this. No one said I had to shake it, right?

"Why are you being so rude?" The movement of her lips were not clear so I gathered she muttered that insult.

I might be deaf but I'm not stupid. I know what you said.

Hanbyul read the message with a apologetic expression and blushed. At least she had the decency to do that.

"Sorry..."

You seem to apologize alot.

She smiled at this. "True. I can't help it though." There was a pause and I took it as she finished speaking. Seconds later, I felt her hand tap my shoulder.

"What degree are you taking?"

I wanted to roll my eyes at this question. Everyone asks this and it gets tiring and repetitive after awhile.

Maths.

Her eyes rolled at this answer and I'm guessing that maths was not her favourite subject. "That sounds quite dull," she said with a chuckle. Well, I think she did. "I'm doing music."

I turned away. I found myself envying this girl for bei g able to hear. I would do anything to know what music is.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't offend you again?" Her eyes were filled with worry and I hated it. I hated sympathy and how people act as if I'm fragile all the time when they speak. I felt sudden anger begin to boil again at the painful memories of my past.

No, I'm fine. Don't over think it. I'm going to go now, bye.

I stood up and left the note there for her to read and walked to the door. If she was calling me back, I wouldn't know.