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hdxjonghyun:
Lips are instantly reacting to the sweet sounds that are emitted out of her own pink pair; curling at the ends in endearment while prominent dimples come into place. He watches as she sings calmly, her soft voice echoing out and somehow relaxing at the very first glimpse of it. when her lines finally end, he raises the mic and continues with the song, their shared lines coming up and their voices mixing perfectly in the same smooth tone; his carrying the aura of a man and hers the epitome of a sweet and delicate female.Â
Lucky Iâm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh They donât know how long it takes Waiting for a love like this Every time we say goodbye I wish we had one more kiss Iâll wait for you, I promise you, I will
In between their small duet, the two are already met at the center, Jonghyunâs smile prominent to show just how much he appreciated the sounds they were creating. His eyes remained fixated on her, watching every move to the way her fingers gently held the mic and to the way her eyes would meet his as well; Yuna beamed the epitome of femininity. And that was something that jonghyun appreciated A Lot in a woman.Â
As they meet in the center and his hand takes hers, Yuna starts to feel that familiar rush. It wasnât entirely new, not really--the first time she met him, she had been, admittedly in awe. he was tall, sweet, a gentleman really--and extremely good looking to boot. A part of her had swooned inside, but she was too focused on training back then, making it to debut, that the crush had easily been squashed.
Recently, with the duet, it had slowly crept back in; now here she was, feeling like a giggly little girl deep inside, while trying to maintain her composure on the outside.
Itâs a miracle that she even manages to sing the correct lines, especially with the way he was looking at her. She felt flushed, and shes pretty sure that she looked it as well. As soon as the song ends, she takes her hand back, and consciously wipes it against her skirt. She takes a deep breath, and smiles at him. âWeâre ready, arenât we, oppa?â









