Title: See Through You
Pairing: Choi Seunghyunx Kwon Jiyong (GTOP)
Author:
dakarasuki97 Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, fluff, romance, idk
Warnings: language
Summary: If you saw him on the street, you would never be able to tell that Kwon Jiyong was blind. You could never tell that six years prior he had been in a terrible accident that left him to an infinite darkness and an ever present loneliness. Now he’s twenty years old living in the biggest city in the Land of the Morning Calm. Trying to overcome a disability that he feels defines him has forced him to naturally push people away. He has an intelligence and attitude that make him unique but he finds comfort in his job.
Enter filthy rich Choi Seunghyun. He forces his way into Jiyong’s life and can’t understand why the younger pushes him away. He’s got money, and looks and a great personality… Can Jiyong teach Seunghyun about true beauty and can Seunghyun help Jiyong to see again in a different way?
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Author's note: Hey lovelies!! It's me! I'm backkkkkk! I can't believe I've gotten so much support. You guys are the absolute best We are having a group hug right now. I don't know if you know it but it's happening.
Anyway,
animula66 gave me the idea for a story. She wanted a story where someone had an accident and was disabled from it... This is what happened. I'm not sure I interpreted it the exact same way... but I fail at that type of thing... hahah anyway enjoy I hope!!
Tell me what you think~ if you like it or not???
CHAPTER 1
“Okay class. This is Advanced Speech Writing and Public Speaking and I am your teacher Kwon Jiyong. You can call me Jiyong (A/N: I know this wouldn’t happen, but I just can’t see anyone calling him Kwon Sunsaengnim haha), but I am still your teacher and at the smallest hint of disrespect I will get up on this table and we will have some ‘words’” Jiyong said smiling politely facing his class of only 16. He reached up to push his dark sunglasses up on his face… it was more of a habit than anything.
“On your desks you will find a syllabus and list of expectations. Turn stuff in on time, don’t be an ass, all that jazz, you know?” That earned a few nervous snickers from the class.
“This is a performance based test. There will be no written tests, per say, yes you can celebrate now,” Jiyong hears a few suppressed snickers and some quiet giggles… oh how he would have fun with this class, “however you will be graded on how well you can write and present that speech. Of course it’s very subjective and I will base it on your improvement. I don’t expect everyone to be a Shakespeare.”
“Alright read that, because if you’re in this class you better know how to read. If they’re any typos, just infer. Now since this is a very small class and I can tell a pretty introverted class… why did you guys sign up for Public Speaking again? So when you have a question I want you to bang as hard as you can on your desks. You have to know it’s alright to be loud sometimes.”
(A/n: Omfg!! I just realized how funny that sounded!! haha Sorry I have like negative maturity)
Jiyong listened for the sounds of people getting ready to hit their desks. He heard feet shuffle and chair squeak as people shifted to get a better angle.
“3… 2… 1… now”
The room was filled with these small sad noises… and while they all seemed very distinct to Jiyong, any other person would have not heard any difference.
“That was pitiful. Give me something to work with people.” Jiyong said, his voice joking but he was serious about the louder part.
“Again”
They did it again and again and again until Jiyong was satisfied with their volume.
“We’ll work on it” He said smiling which coaxed a few laughs that were louder than the first time mostly from the females.
“Now any questions, and remember, use your desk banging skills. I won’t call you unless you do it loud enough.”
There was a pause of unsure kids waiting to see if someone would do it first.
“Someone please, I can practically see your apprehension.” That’s ironic, Jiyong thought to himself seeing as he quite literally could not see anything at all.
After his voice died he sensed their hesitation but then all at once a wave of table slapping occurred.
Each person had their own unique way of hitting a desk, Jiyong found… it would differ slightly day to day but their force, hand mass, and angle would not differ and he could identify individuals from that.
“Ah, you,” Jiyong said grabbing a meter stick and pointing it at a desk on the right. The desks were arranged in an arch around his lecture area. That slap had been one of the more forward and loud but still sounded sharp, probably from a small hand, a girl’s.
“How old are you? You look like you are our age!” The voice was high and almost shrill. He was right, a girl.
“Well that’s not really any of your business, is it? Wouldn’t want a mutiny or anything?” He said smiling and twirling the meter stick. He heard the girl laugh slightly and embarrassed.
“Next, you?” Jiyong said pointing the stick toward what he had to assume from his desk hit was a boy.
“Why are you wearing those sunglasses?”
“Because I’m cool. Seriously people, questions about the class. I know I’m very fascinating but I am not the subject matter here.”
He heard a voice whisper from the back, “too bad.”
“Hey now, don’t think I didn’t hear that.”
Jiyong turned away and smirked as he heard the girl in the back practically fall from her chair in embarrassment and shock.
The bell sent off it’s loud high pitched squeal.
“Saved by the bell, huh? Okay read pages 1-13 in your text book and be ready to discuss the differences between pathos, logos and ethos tomorrow.” Jiyong called as his students rushed to the door probably still reeling from his rather overpowering first impression.
Whatever, Jiyong thought, if he was going to make a first impression he might as well make it memorable.
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“Knock knock”
“Hey Youngbae.” Jiyong said walking toward his oldest friend.
“I know we are best friends and stuff but I really need you to turn in those start of term papers.”
“Yeah yeah, I know, I just can’t find my… paper…”
“Jiyongie, you are the most liked teacher on campus and you can’t find your paper?
Jiyong laughed softly.
“Yeah, I know it’s surprising but I just can’t help it, everything I need seems to flee when I’m looking for it… and It’s that paper that has the… you know it raises up when it… comes in contact with the ink…”
Youngbae frowned. Sometimes he honestly forgot that Jiyong could not see anything… he just held himself in that way that oozed a far off confidence that couldn’t be touched. Jiyong’s disability was not a secret and no one thought less of him for it but Youngbae knew that his best friend hated to be defined by his blindness and didn’t want the pity of others.
“Pssh you loser, I’ll help you find it.”
Jiyong laughed using his hands and carefully searching through his cabinets; he ghosted over ever surface and sheet. Youngbae was quite frankly amazed he didn’t get more paper cuts than he did.
“Don’t you have like… secretary things to do or something?”
“Oh my god Jiyong I am not a secretary! I am an administrative professional.”
“Quit lying to yourself YB.” Jiyong laughed. Youngbae loved when Jiyong laughed because he had seen him at his worst and was amazed he still had any laughter in him.
After the accident, and after the grief had worn off Jiyong hadn’t become bitter like many would have. He wasn’t filled with hate or self-pity… he became more guarded and cautious, he learned to rely on only himself. He was the strongest person Youngbae knew but he still worried about him. Youngbae was his closest friend. Daesung was a close second but hadn’t known him as long. Jiyong pushed people away and it was a mystery as to how YB and Daesung remained in his circle of trust.
“Hey you slackers!”
“Hey Dae”
“Dude Jiyong, I have that paper you ordered.”
“Ha! I knew I didn’t lose it. I never lose anything.”
“Pft. Yeah right.” -Youngbae
“I can do my papers now and you secretaries can organize them.”
“We are administrative professionals!” Daesung defended.
Jiyong simply laughed and went to place the papers inside his desk.
“Oh by the way Ji, the school just received a HUGE donation. The largest ever.”
“Seriously? Wow. Who’s the rich guy this time?”
“I’ve not really heard of him but apparently he’s serious business…”
“Dae, a name would be nice.”
“Choi Seunghyun.”