prompt: Imagine Person A is deaf, but has surgery and hears Person B’s voice for the first time.

pairing: myungstal

panting and heavy steps, myungsoo briefly pauses to catch his breath, only to resume running ten seconds later to race against the time. unfortunately, myungsoo’s band rehearsal has to be scheduled on the same day as soojung’s ear surgery, which leaves him torn between wanting to skip and be there for his girlfriend or stay for the sake of his academic scholarship.

but, as luck would have it, the band rehearsals ended a little earlier than expected, and he wasted no time sprinting his way to the hospital. he promised to be there for her, for this one big leap, and so the promises he will keep.

soojung’s on her way to the surgery room by the time myungsoo finally caught up, panting in deep, uneven breaths, and found his way around the place. he is lucky to have immediately remembered her room.

soojung’s face breaks into relief and happiness when she spots him, and myungsoo feels the same. tossing his guitar and duffel bag at the side gently, he rushes to her side, her hand in his, and her hair. they don’t say anything; soojung, perhaps, because of fear and anxiety and just all sorts of terror eating her up; and myungsoo, who can only kiss them all away. no words are spoken, but the feelings are understood.

she’s ready.

myungsoo loses track of the time, his eyes heavy laden with exhaustion and concern, even though the hospital has always been reliable. he’s been walking to and fro for the first hour of waiting, and then biting his nails at the next hour—generally, scared of what’s happening and of what will happen.

the doctor finally comes out hours later (only God knows when), taking off his mask. myungsoo’s breathless and scared, and one can only imagine how his emotions are practically eating him up on the inside.

“how is she?” he probes, his eyes wide. “is-is she okay? did the surgery go well?”

the doctor gives him a pat on the shoulder.

though he isn’t sure whether that pat means i’m sorry or it’ll be okay, but he desperately hopes for the second one.

and finally, he is ushered in hours and hours later—he definitely loses track of hours and days, but he doesn’t care—and then, he finds soojung, the love of his life, sitting with her legs together, her hands clasped, her eyes closed and her body shaking. fear clouds her face and draws every outline of her body, and he wishes nothing more than to scare them the fear away.

he sits right across her, his breath hitched and his hands clasped in a prayer. the doctor, noticing the affectionate expression on myungsoo’s face and soojung’s, when she opens her eyes and sees him in front of her, rubs soojung’s arms as if to comfort, as if to encourage her. the doctor nods.

can you hear me?

shaking, soojung reaches out for his hands, and he responds too quickly, grasping her hands in his. he smiles at her. “soojung.”

it’s like a dream, but the difference is that she’s living it; she’s in it.

“soojung.”

like a lost sheep, she dreams to hear his voice, to have him whisper those sweet nothings against her ear, to reassure again and again of his love. his voice is akin to a light at the end of the tunnel, and when she can finally pick up the spots of his voice, figure out the gentlest pieces of it, her emotions get the best of her.

tears run down her cheeks unexpectedly. she hides her excitement, her bliss upon hearing his voice (finally) behind her hands as they cover her face. the doctor grins at her.

“soojung, can you hear me?”

his voice is so extremely soft, gentle, like she had just imagined for years. and then she hears more in the background—the beeping and clicking of machines, the chattering from the outside and the laughter. her own laughter. it feels so new, feels so surreal; the mystery wraps around her like a blanket, yet she’s confident to disclose herself for the world to see.

“soojung, can you hear me?”

her eyes lock, finally, to the man she owes everything to, and the warm feelings welcome her. she nods, and nods, and nods, speaking her feelings through her eyes. myungsoo’s face breaks into a grin because he understands, because he knows—at long last.

“i can hear you,” soojung whispers. “i-i c-can hear you. your voice is beautiful.”

and as a final point, myungsoo explodes to incontrollable sobs, burying his face in her hands. everything will be alright now.

ok guys ik updates are slow but pls forgive me bc uni and then engineering is not sth to be taken lightly ok hehe love u x

also this is dedicated to -glaucous (: