a.n//  i want to apologize so so much...ive been super busy so i havent been able to write as much. this is basically just a filler chapter...

and i wish i didnt have to say this, but there is no karaoke in this chapter. i havent had time to write it all out, and i dont want to leave you guys with a half assed chapter. please dont be too sad...i feel terrible tho.

karaoke will be here soon, i hope!!

Jinyoung listened to the sound of Jihoon’s voice as it floated through the air in their room. It was pure as vanilla ice cream yet more tempting than a sweet cake. It left him lighthearted and fluttering.

If he could give up his hearing in exchange for sight, even just for a day, he wouldn’t do it. That wasn’t to say that he had no desire to see; he had always wondered what his mother looked like, or what he himself looked like. And now that he had made friends, he wondered what they would look like, too. All he knew where fuzzy images and blurred lines.

However, he could do without sight. Sounds were what he loved the most. He loved listening to people’s voices, feeling the way they tickled the peach fuzz on his arms or sent shivers down his spine. His favorite voices were the ones that made him squirm as their soft vibrations melted him like the sun. Those voices that were sweet and creamy and smelled like strawberry milk.

Voices like the one he was listening to in that exact moment.

Jihoon’s voice danced through the air as Jinyoung waited on his bed. When the sounds landed on his skin, it seemed into his pores and made him shake. It was like a jolt of energy rushing through his veins, a quick little shock from scuffing his feet on the carpet. The words lingered for a moment before evaporating back into the air, their electricity making the room a little warmer each second. His fingers would twitch upon his knees while he wait for the next rays of warmth to come his way.

“Is Jinyoung sleeping?” a different voice asked. This one bordered on deep, though it was hanging onto innocent youth like a lifeline.

“His eyes are open,” another hesitant one said. At that moment, Jinyoung remembered that there were other people in the room besides Jihoon.

“He can’t see, remember? It probably doesn’t make a difference if his eyes are open or not.”

Jinyoung shook his head. “I’m awake.”

He heard a gasp followed by an eruption of laughter, and he couldn’t help but join in.

“We’ve been sitting in here for hours, and this is the first time you moved,” Seonho said, his boyish voice straining to stay sweet.

“I was deep in thought, I guess,” Jinyoung answered.

Jihoon spoke up with that warm voice of his. “It’s almost time for karaoke. We should probably get going before everyone starts rushing there.”

The four boys all agreed that they should head over to the karaoke room. Jinyoung was glad that Seonho did most of the talking; he was sure that if Jihoon had spoken the whole way there, Jinyoung would have surely died from sensory overload.

Bae Jinyoung knew one thing, and it was that he was extremely, unnecessarily fond of Park Jihoon.

a.n// it is a common misconception that blind people have supersonic hearing (or something like that). a blind person may rely on their hearing more than a sighted person, however, and may have an easier time focusing on sounds.

and yes, in this chapter, i was just being metaphorical and poetic (neither of which i am very good at lol). jinyoung didn't really feel jihoon's voice in the room lmao ok.

i hope everyone liked it!!