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misoomi-blog1 · 5 years

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miwooseok‌:

it’s really not his fault that he’s running late. wooseok is usually a pretty punctual guy, a childhood of military-esque training having conditioned him to know his schedule down to each individual minute. but alas there are some things that just simply cannot be predicted. how was wooseok supposed to know that his latest job would get a little messier than he would have liked? it was clean enough, still finished in a way where he’d be impossible to track down for the arrest, but it did require a significantly longer time spent scrubbing in the shower. nothing can be left under his nails, in his hair, on his clothes. those would probably have to be burned now too. a shame; he had just worn those shoes in the way he likes.

all that aside, wooseok’s looking forward to his meeting with misoo. they’ve done this before, of course, with varying degrees of success. he likes to call her the brain and himself the muscle, but that doesn’t mean they’re a flawless team. they’ve yet to perfect their methods, but they’re getting closer every time, he swears it. he has to admit it, they’re the most unlikely pair for this type of work, rescuing stray cats. wooseok, the assassin since birth (likely unbeknownst to the girl), and misoo, the local dog shelter owner (emphasis on dog). they make a good team though.

he raises his hands as he approaches as if in surrender; he already knows she’s going to be mad at him for being late. “i’m sorry!” he shouts, though knowing she can’t hear his words exactly. he figures she’ll be able to guess what he’s saying; he said it last time he was late too. “it won’t happen next time, i swear!” it’ll probably happen next time; he just apparently has bad luck when it comes to doing things that he actually wants to do, not just going about his daily obligations.

there’s a touch of guilt whenever he interacts with misoo. he doesn’t speak her language, that is, he doesn’t know how to sign and make communication any easier with her. he feels guilty for writing everything down, for making her write everything down, knowing it slows their conversation and fatigues the delicate muscles in the hand and wrist after a time. he doesn’t pity the girl, he regrets now being able to accommodate her the way she probably deserves. “i’m here now, though. you ready to go?” he’s ready to repeat himself in written word too, if need be.

a second she was frowning, both because despite the closed in distance being enough for her to try to decipher his words from his moving lips, it was still a little further than the one that was put in with her counter at the shelter. but also because she was trying to look just a little bit more disappointed? reprimanding? something that was less as forgiving as she always seemed to be. she wore that too well, the expression of someone who could simply give a nod and let anything pass her by.

anything, not so much. but misoo could let a lot pass by. wasn’t life just a lot easier when forgiveness was more than just a forced choice or option, but something to glide on and live by? she believed it was so. more importantly than that though, she gave wooseok a nod, wore a grin that instantly took away from the scowl she’d tried to wear earlier. she left the bench behind to step in right by his side so that they could get to this adventure. she enjoyed this more than she thought she would. she didn’t have anything against cats, honestly, she just enjoyed their counterparts a lot more and had more of a soft spots for them than she did the little felines.

in a way, misoo found that she resembled more a cat than she did a dog though, in their mannerisms, in their independent tendencies, in their desire to simply lounge at times and be given as much attention and affection as possible. although that could be blamed on her parents’ way of having raised her.

as the thought came to her, she held the book open, a thought following another and she had a question she knew she couldn’t sign or say. it could feel a little one sided at first, especially in the first moment of knowing someone, that it felt as if she had to the most, because she could speak if she wished to, but it was a lot easier for her to simply be mute with her silence.

truth be told though, misoo didn’t mind, writing was peaceful. writing was easy, it was also quick and she was holding it open towards him with much enthusiasm.

nothing too wild today, remember that.

because last time, they got away with a few scratches but misoo wanted to possibly not have any at all today. right under, because it was easier to put thoughts together than to just put one after the other.

should we start east or south? i swear i saw a lot of them on the south side, it’s almost like they take them in to give them up. crazy right?

on a mission.

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misoomi-blog1 · 5 years

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on a mission.

it wasn’t easy, communication. ( @miwooseok )

her mother used to tell her that it was harder even when people could still hear each other, they rarely wanted to listen to what they had to say to one another. she’d convinced misoo that she wasn’t missing on much, not being able to hear, because she listened more closely than half of the people around who were constantly surrounded by every sound in the world. but it really felt like the hardest thing sometimes.

misoo always tried to make it work however, because this was her world, it might not feel like it majority of the time. but it was. she could decide to keep her back and ignore her other senses, but she didn’t. she’d use those senses, and any other means of reaching out and being reached out as much as she possibly could. it could seem a little odd, to walk around carrying a notebook that was never put away, keeping sentences, words, conversations that she’d had.

it was however, her way of listening to the world and what it wanted to convey to her. today, she’d needed a new one. one might have said that misoo was a talkative one, had she learned the way words could sound comfortably from her lips. sociable, that worked. she was sociable. how many notebooks did this make? she could count, later, in the shelter of her home. for now, there was a new one, with a fresh new page--where she was now quickly scribbling the words, ‘you’re late, making a girl wait is very, very, veeery disrespectful!’

because the company she was expecting was about five minutes later than their scheduled time of meeting. she knew he’d show up, wooseok hadn’t missed a meeting since the first night they’d agreed to take on this important task. she also knew, he’d be ready for the scolding, because this was not the first time, she didn’t care much if it was the last, it didn’t matter. she’d always enjoyed watching the world without needing to hear it. in the comfort of a lonely bench in this quiet park.

#miwooseok #sign me the world : starters #( tadah let's get this rolling )

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crownxmi‌:

❝ who do you call when you need some help? who do you call when you by yourself? who do you call when you feel down low? @misoomi

through his life, jaehyun always wanted to get a dog, something small, or big, to be able to cuddle on the couch with. sometimes he thought he needed a medical dog, a trained one that would stop his violent streaks, but he couldn’t bring himself to get one. that’s why he made his way to this shelter he had heard people talk to at the bar. it couldn’t be that bad now, could it? even if he didn’t walk out with a dog to his name, he would have figured out at least if he really needed one.

so jaehyun pushes past the front door and looks around and it feels oddly cozy for the upcoming winter days, yet he shakes of the thought and makes his way to the reception, or at least the desk he hopes he needs to wait at. looking around, leaning over the counter just enough to spot someone walking his way and leaving back, only speaking when they were within an arms length

“hello, came to see what canines you have.“

reading lips hadn’t come easy, nothing would ever be as easy as staying still in total and utter deafening silence. of that, misoo had let herself be used to it. it was the way things went. the first few days behind the counter had been monitored, she’d needed the help, there was no going around it. at least until she’d figured out for herself how to manage without always having someone around. for one, she had this little puppy by her feet, cookie he’d been named, wanting a lot more attention whenever a new presence was in the store.

jumping around her to get her attention, always three times, always with the same expression across his face. it helped in getting misoo to understand that someone else was in the store, it also helped to welcome them with a smile, a few pat on cookie’s brown head and she was up and walking towards her counter. sure enough, as it hadn’t failed to work for awhile now, someone was waiting and speaking right on time too.

she took her time listening, it was an odd thing to witness at first sometimes. her eyes completely zone out on nothing else but the way a person’s mouth was shaping words. right before she looked for the notebook and the little sign that could completely be missed for its small size, right across it could be read ‘i happen to be deaf, i know, surprise, surprise! how about we use this little notebook to get us started?’

she slid it towards the customer with expectant eyebrows, her face had learned to master quite a lot of expressions in these years. then she was opening her notebook as she let the customer get acquainted with the card itself and quickly untucked the pen nestled within its last pages to scribble. that too, she slid it open to her answer, returning the pen where it’d been left so that a reply could be given to her as well.

what exactly are you looking for? size wise? weight? height? breed? looking to carry them in a small purse? or have them drag you down the road to force you to jog when you just want to stroll?

❝ yeah yeah

#crownxmi #sign me the wold : replies #( it's absolutely fine! thanks for writing it up

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