The day I met my online boyfriend in person, I discovered he was mute.
The boy pressed his lips together, his face pale, nothing like the cheerful person he had been online.
[I’m sorry. I must have disappointed you…]
He handed me the note without daring to meet my eyes, while I stared blankly between his face and the floating comments in midair.
[I’m dying. The male lead set up his own brother and practically sold him out just to get revenge for the female lead.]
So the beautiful mute boy before me was the campus heartthrob’s younger twin brother. He had never been the one dating me online at all.
I curled my lips into a smile, utterly unconcerned that they had switched places.
A mute boyfriend was perfect.
He was adorable when I bullied him and he could not even get a sentence out.
[Were you satisfied with today?]
The message popped up on my phone just after I got home. After admiring the boy’s swollen lips and damp eyes one more time, I sent over our selfie.
[Very. But next time we kiss, baby, it would be even better if you didn’t tremble.]
It took a long while for the person on the other end to reply.
[I didn’t do well today. Let’s meet again tomorrow.]
