Only You Can Hear
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,259
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
III
Chapter 3
Between the two of us, I was the quiet one. In fact, I was perhaps one of the quietest kids in school. I rarely mingled with a lot of people and crowds suffocated me. I found solace in being alone, expressing myself through art.
How fateful too that I was born looking more like a female than my own gender. I once overheard my mother telling my dad that I am even prettier than my younger sister. I didn't know what to feel then"¦ if I were to be gladdened or insulted.
Often was I complemented for my porcelain skin and fair and clear complexion. I took my lips after my mom, thin and delicate, soft and always glossy. Somehow, I knew that many desired to taste them but I didn't have my first kiss until I turned 18. Unlike a lot of teenagers before, I refused to dye my hair, thus it remained silky and black, virtually like that of a goddess"¦
My best friend, on the other hand was such an exuberant and energetic child, always joining competitions and extra-curricular activities. And unlike me too, he was very masculine, with his chubby cheeks and brawny built, which he got from years of perfecting his sport. One thing very distinct about Yun Ho were his teeth- warped and crooked and uneven, yet adorable in their own imperfections"¦ I especially loved it when he smiled.
But for some reason, as poles apart as we were, we connected so well that I thought of him as an extension of myself; that living without him was as arduous as being blind, deaf and mute all at the same time.
At the beginning, I thought it was merely attachment that got me feeling that way. After years of spending our lives together, I ended up building this preposterous idea that our souls were one and we were truly meant to be twins.
But deep inside, I somehow knew there was more to it than that.
Yun Ho had always been a ladies' man. Since he was handsome and popular, girls flirted with him as if he was a movie star, while I, tagged along all the time, was constantly shoved aside like I was non-existent. And that made me mad, not with Yun Ho, but with them pathetic girls. That's probably why I was never attracted to the opposite sex"¦ why I'd rather stick fork through my neck than waste my time on women.
Imagine my agony when at the age of 13, Yun Ho excitedly approached me in school during one of our lunch breaks, while I was reading a book. He introduced me to a young lady who was by his side. I noticed them holding hands and already had a sense of what was coming"¦
"Boo Jae!!!" he called out. "Have you eaten yet??"
I merely stared at him, then at the girl who was flashing a really big smile and then back at him again before I bit on my sandwhich. I wanted to scream and ask "Are you bind?? Can't you see I'm munching on my food??" but decided to keep mum instead.
"What now??" he queried, surprised by my disposition. "Okay, whatever. Just in case you want to join me and She-jin for lunch, just come along... By the way, she's my girlfriend." he finished with a grin.
I feigned a modest smile and bowed my head. She was the lucky one, afterall. In fairness to Yun Ho, Jun She-jin was really pretty. Long, brown hair, big double-lidded eyes, pink cheeks and lips, pore-less skin...
Seeing them walk away, being sweet to each other was just too much. My chest started to tighten really badly but I had to fight any urge to cry. At that time, I was still very confused of how I felt but one thing was for sure. She took my Yun Ho away and I was burning with jealousy.
My uncertainty was cleared up, when one momentous morning, I roused feeling something odd within me. I do not even recall the exact date, time and place of its occurrence, just that I sensed a knot in my stomach when I laid my eyes on a photograph of me and Yun Ho together.
I became scared, I panicked, I felt terribly sick that I wanted to throw up.
In a state of denial, I took the picture frame on my headboard which held our image and stared at it for what seemed like a whole day. And then I came to a dreadful conclusion- that I am one miserable homosexual who had fallen in love with his best friend"¦
Between the two of us, I was the quiet one. In fact, I was perhaps one of the quietest kids in school. I rarely mingled with a lot of people and crowds suffocated me. I found solace in being alone, expressing myself through art.
How fateful too that I was born looking more like a female than my own gender. I once overheard my mother telling my dad that I am even prettier than my younger sister. I didn't know what to feel then"¦ if I were to be gladdened or insulted.
Often was I complemented for my porcelain skin and fair and clear complexion. I took my lips after my mom, thin and delicate, soft and always glossy. Somehow, I knew that many desired to taste them but I didn't have my first kiss until I turned 18. Unlike a lot of teenagers before, I refused to dye my hair, thus it remained silky and black, virtually like that of a goddess"¦
My best friend, on the other hand was such an exuberant and energetic child, always joining competitions and extra-curricular activities. And unlike me too, he was very masculine, with his chubby cheeks and brawny built, which he got from years of perfecting his sport. One thing very distinct about Yun Ho were his teeth- warped and crooked and uneven, yet adorable in their own imperfections"¦ I especially loved it when he smiled.
But for some reason, as poles apart as we were, we connected so well that I thought of him as an extension of myself; that living without him was as arduous as being blind, deaf and mute all at the same time.
At the beginning, I thought it was merely attachment that got me feeling that way. After years of spending our lives together, I ended up building this preposterous idea that our souls were one and we were truly meant to be twins.
But deep inside, I somehow knew there was more to it than that.
Yun Ho had always been a ladies' man. Since he was handsome and popular, girls flirted with him as if he was a movie star, while I, tagged along all the time, was constantly shoved aside like I was non-existent. And that made me mad, not with Yun Ho, but with them pathetic girls. That's probably why I was never attracted to the opposite sex"¦ why I'd rather stick fork through my neck than waste my time on women.
Imagine my agony when at the age of 13, Yun Ho excitedly approached me in school during one of our lunch breaks, while I was reading a book. He introduced me to a young lady who was by his side. I noticed them holding hands and already had a sense of what was coming"¦
"Boo Jae!!!" he called out. "Have you eaten yet??"
I merely stared at him, then at the girl who was flashing a really big smile and then back at him again before I bit on my sandwhich. I wanted to scream and ask "Are you bind?? Can't you see I'm munching on my food??" but decided to keep mum instead.
"What now??" he queried, surprised by my disposition. "Okay, whatever. Just in case you want to join me and She-jin for lunch, just come along... By the way, she's my girlfriend." he finished with a grin.
I feigned a modest smile and bowed my head. She was the lucky one, afterall. In fairness to Yun Ho, Jun She-jin was really pretty. Long, brown hair, big double-lidded eyes, pink cheeks and lips, pore-less skin...
Seeing them walk away, being sweet to each other was just too much. My chest started to tighten really badly but I had to fight any urge to cry. At that time, I was still very confused of how I felt but one thing was for sure. She took my Yun Ho away and I was burning with jealousy.
My uncertainty was cleared up, when one momentous morning, I roused feeling something odd within me. I do not even recall the exact date, time and place of its occurrence, just that I sensed a knot in my stomach when I laid my eyes on a photograph of me and Yun Ho together.
I became scared, I panicked, I felt terribly sick that I wanted to throw up.
In a state of denial, I took the picture frame on my headboard which held our image and stared at it for what seemed like a whole day. And then I came to a dreadful conclusion- that I am one miserable homosexual who had fallen in love with his best friend"¦