Chapter 21 - Chebal (1/1)

Without words  Chapter 20 - Chebal  Sungyeol talks in koreanMyungsoo talks in english  „Myungsoo-ah, Hyung here. Sungyeol listen. Chingu, neh?“ Myungsoo stared at the floor. He didn´t want to talk about it, it was hunting him his whole life. Why the hell had they visited the dorm, they didn´t even know where his college was. They didn´t even know where the house door was...„Myungsoo-ah?“„If you´re uncomfortable with me, should I call Eli? Do want it to write and I write in english and then leave?“ Aron offered.Myungsoo thought about it.„Paper.“ he said. Saw that Sungyeol relaxed a little. Myungsoo knew that he had understand Aron. Myungsoo hand´s were shaking when he put the pen on the paper. „Ask him something.“ Myungsoo looked at Aron.

„Okay.“ Sungyeol said. Myungsoo smirked, from now on he had to be careful, that guy was fast in learning. „Parents?“Sungyeol got pale, Aron aspired. Myungsoo looked at both of them. Surprised. Aron stood up.“Wait here for a second.“ he said to both of them and left towards a store. Sungyeol stared at the floor. Myungsoo peaked at him.„Hyung mad. Again?“ he whispered.Sungyeol shook his head, closed his eyes.Aron came back after a few minutes. Myungsoo was surprised, he gave both of them money.

„Listen. Is korean okay?“ he looked at Sungyeol. He nodded.„I want you to have a nice day. Have fun. Get closer. After that go to the dorm. Talk about it. In the dorm are your dictionaries. Talk to each other. It´s... not okay to translate something like this, okay?“

Myungsoo was surprised but nodded. Sungyeol nodded too.  Myungsoo was peaking around the corner, Hoya waved at him. „Are they gone?“

„Yes. After... well you know what I mean. They forgot it.“ Myungsoo nodded but clenched his teeth. Heard them cracking.Myungsoo was about to turn around. Sungyeol was already in the room. The day had been fun but awkward. Because they knew what would wait when they come back to the room. „Wait.“ Hoya held his hand.„It´s important that you listen to him carefully. If you do not understand something, look in the dictionary. Don´t force him to explain it over and over again, okay?“„What do you mean?“ Myungsoo mumbled.„Just... use you dictionary okay? Don´t be stubborn.“ Myungsoo nodded.  Sungyeol was lying on his bed. An album in front of him. The dictionary. But something was missing. Something important. Bravery. He knew, that Myungsoo was the only person, that he wanted it to explain briefly, but he still didn´t know what the problem with Myungsoo´s parents was. Would he open another wound? His fingers were shaking.The door opened.Myungsoo looked at him, blushed and shy.

„Hi.“

„Hi.“ Sungyeol smiled. „Bed okay?“

„Neh.“ Sungyeol made some space for him, noticed that he had grabbed a book and was holding his dictionary too. So he was sincere too. That made it easier. Myungsoo layed down. He felt his warm body. Silence. For at least 10 minutes. „Aron chingu letter. Look it.“ Myungsoo whispered suddenly and gave him a paper. Sungyeol knew that the letter wouldn´t explain anything, Myungsoo looked determined. He wanted it to explain to him with his own words, their own weird language, their dictionaries and his confidence.  Myungsoo asked me to translate that: Please give me time to properly explain it. It is painful for me, i will search for a lot of words. It can take some time. Please wait. I will find the words. I promise.  Sungyeol nodded at him. Myungsoo took a deep breath and opened the book and the diary. Sungyeol saw pictures. „Look that.“ Myungsoo smiled shyly. Sungyeol saw a woman and a man sitting on a bench in a park, Myungsoo was sitting between them. Maybe six, he was smiling happily. Myungsoo turned the page. One this picture he was maybe 8 years old. He smiled happily, his parents looked somewhere else. „Look that....“ Myungsoo suddenly whispered.Sungyeol wrinkled his fore head, when he saw that Myungsoo sat on it another bench, maybe fourteen. His mom was in the middle of standing up his dad played with a butterfly. Myungsoo had no smile on his face. Myungsoo sighed. „Look.“ He pointed at all the pictures. Took out his dictionary started flipping the pages. „Same house.“ he whispered.Sungyeol looked closer and noticed it. It was the same house, the same bench, everything was the same. Just the pictures were different. Myungsoo was writing hastily words down out of his dictionary.Sungyeol placed his hand on his arm.„Slow. Okay? No fast. Sungyeol okay. Ije here. Okay?“

Myungsoo nodded, Sungyeol bit his lip when he dried his tears again. After a few minutes, he lifted the paper.„My papa and mama sick. Head sick. Hospital house.“Myungsoo stared at the pillow, avoided his glance. Sungyeol wrinkled his forehead he had understood what he meant, but it seemed that Myungsoo was ashamed. But he had promised something and took out his own dictionary. Wrote in hangul, he had gotten better but he still made mistakes, and the word butterfly could turn into toilet paper if he wasn´t accurate.When he was finished he took a deep breath. „What sick?“Myungsoo smirked, Sungyeol had to laugh at his own pronouncing.He flipped again. „Forgot sick.“Sungyeol slowly understood what he wanted to tell him. It took him several minutes to find the correct words. „Memory problem? Forget myungsoo?“Myungsoo shook his head, wrote down again.„Concentrate sick.“ Myungsoo bit his lip and looked at him, on the edge to cry. Sungyeol snuggled over, Placed one arm around his back and hugged him a little. Myungsoo nooded thankfully.Sungyeol kept flipping.„Do one thing? Then not?“Myungsoo nodded. Both had gotten used to the dictionaries, they started to find the words faster now. „No concentrate. Do cooking, forget ,then TV.“Sungyeol nodded. As what he had understand until know, was that his parents couldn´t concentrate on something for a long time. They forgot what they were doing and started something else. That would explain the pictures.He had marked some words beforehand while flipping for the other words.„Every year more?“

„Yes.“„Myungsoo concentrate games parents sick?“„Neh. Scary. Want concentrate.“Sungyeol stayed silent.

So that was his obsession with all these games. He forced himself to concentrate, afraid that he would be like that one day too. He dried his tears again. „Thank you....“ Myungsoo whispered. „But Myungsoo head okay? Doctor says?“

„Head okay. Just... scary. Parents came dorm. Shame.“ he whispered.„We play together? Fun together? Concentrate?“ he smiled at Myungsoo. Myungsoo smirked shyly. „Neh.“Silence. Sungyeol swallowed hard and grabbed the diary, Myungsoo naturally came closer and stroke his back. Sungyeol hesitated searched again.„Myungsoo-ah... talk or picture?“ he whispered. Myungsoo bit his lip.“Picture.“

Sungyeol opened the album. A big family picture. „Mom. Dad. Dongsaeng Lena. Dogs.“He pointed at each of them.„Look nice.“ Myungsoo flipped the pages.“Mom pretty.“He continued flipping through the album and showed Myungsoo his treasures that he had kept of them. He didn´t feel bad about sharing them. He felt close to him. It was okay. He closed the album. Myungsoo was looking at him. Sungyeol teared up. Shook his head. Myungsoo eyes got wide, he grabbed the dictionary and his fingers flew through the pages.„Where now?“

Sungyeol felt Myungsoo´s sleeve on his eyes now, he was thankful that he was doing the same for him. „Heaven.“Myungsoo stared at him.“Away?“Sungyeol nodded. Myungsoo didn´t say a word, but Sungyeol felt it inside him. To share it. To be comforted.He took the diary and took his time. He cleared his throat.„House. Fire. Me out. Not they.“Myungsoo started crying. For him. Sungyeol´s couldn´t help it he sobbed in his dongsaengs shoulder.„Korea. Only one family people. Uncle.“ „I am sorry, hyung.“ Myungsoo tightened his grip around him.Sungyeol let himself fall into his comfort. His body, he was warm and soft. He was humming for it. Stopped. „Hyung?“„Neh.“

„Myungsoo college no. Away go.“

Sungyeol clenched his teeth. „Andwae. Myungsoo-ah. Chebal...“ he sobbed.„I am sorry. Doctor say it get better maybe. But... ije... problem. For you. For dorm.“Sungyeol burried his head deep in his dongsaeng´s shoulder. „Andwae... myungsoo chingu. Good chingu. Chebal...“ Myungsoo stayed silent.   They shared their thought. For for how long? When will Myungsoo leave? Will the evil Unni create no happy end in this fic *evil smirk*BTW I just openend the foreword for Band of Brother - Under the mood HERE. Sub if you liked the first one! Thanks