you hear music coming from the living room one afternoon, only to find out mydei has...unexpected taste in music.
mydei x f!reader, modern au!, established relationship, fluff, mydei is a momma's boy
currently listening to "valerie live at bbc"
You wake up from your afternoon nap to the sound of music and the high pitched sound of someone trying to tune a guitar. The clock on your phone shows 2:03pm.
You slowly step out of the bedroom and are greeted by the pleasant sight of Mydei tuning his guitar on the floor while a song plays on his mother's old record player.
"Amy Winehouse..?" You ask slowly. Mydei nods, "Just felt in the mood. Sorry if I woke you up."
"I didn't know you liked jazz. Or any kind of music that wasn't rock for that matter." You teased, sitting down criss-cross beside him on the floor.
Mydei gives you an unimpressed look, before turning his attention back to the guitar on his lap, "Mum used to play all sorts of music. She especially liked jazz."
"Well, she had good taste." You said softly, trying not to break the gentle atmosphere surrounding the two of you.
Whenever Mydei spoke of his late mother, his features softened in a way that made him look less like a scary, tatted-up 23 year old, and more like a little boy. It made you fall in love with how genuine his is.
"When she passed, I took her vinyl collection, along with the record player. It's comforting to know that I have them, and not my dad. After all, it's thanks to her that I started playing guitar in the first place."
You rest your hand on his leg, softly rubbing the skin of his knee as his hand reaches to lace your fingers together.
"Did you sleep well?" He changed the subject.
"Would've been better if someone was there, but it was alright, I guess."
He sets the guitar to the side before turning to you again and patting his lap for you to sit on.
"What?" You asked as he pat his lap once more.
"I wanna teach you something." Was all he gave you.
After you accommodated yourself in his lap, he reached for his guitar once more, placing it over your legs and gently guiding your hand to the rosewood fretboard.
He takes your non-dominant hand and places it into a simple shape over the strings. Your first finger on the first fret of the second string from the bottom, and your second finger on the second fret of the second string from the top.
"This, is called an A minor 7th chord." His voices whispers gently over your shoulder.
"What song are you teaching me, Dei?" You asked to which he stayed quiet..
Without answering, he moves your hands into a slightly more complicated shape, "This is a G chord."
He grabs your dominant hand and places it over the pick-guard, putting your thumb on the second string from the top and moving your fingers back to Am7. Your thumb gently glides over the strings as you strum the first chord.
After some time of playing the two notes back and forth, you realized,
"Hey, this sounds kinda familiar, Dei.." You teased, "I think I know this song~"
He looked away momentarily, "If you know it then why don't you sing it for me?" He teased back.
Getting comfy in his lap, you rest your head against his shoulder, and he continues guiding your hands through the song.
"You're everything I want but I can't deal with all your lovers. You're saying I'm the one but it's your actions that speak louder."
"Giving me love when you are down and need another, I've got to get away and let you go, I've got to get over."
When you get to the chorus, he takes over on the guitar, since you don't know the following chords.
"I love. you. so." You poke his chest in time with the words, and he lets out a chuckle.
"I love you so, I love you so."
He stops playing and you look up to see his face, "Someone's feeling nostalgic today."
"T-That's not it. It's just-" The tips of his ears turn red to match his tattoos..
"Just what? You just randomly remembered the song that played in the cafe during our first date?"
"There's no 'nostalgia' behind it." He made air-quotes on nostalgia, as he is taken back to that awful day.
Your first date took place in a humble cafe that was close to campus, called Lucid Hour. He had been a nervous wreck, and although you were too, you did a better job at hiding it.
When one of the baristas, and also a familiar face, Phainon, noticed exactly who was sitting in one of the tables, he came over and started teasing the two of you,
"Aww, you guys finally did it! I'm so proud, I feel kind of like a parent right now!"
"You do know I'm older than you, Phainon." Mydei had grumbled.
"Haha, I'm well aware, Mydeimos. Oh, I know just the thing to make this better!" Phainon ran off to the back of the store, and soon after the background music of the cafe had changed.
"The Walters..? Who knew Phainon had decent music taste.." You spoke your thoughts out loud.
"You'd think it would match his taste in clothes, complete garbage." He joked
"Maybe, he's just trying to help the atmosphere.."
"Maybe, he's should quit paying attention to us and making things awkward instead of doing his job." He said, the tips of his ears turning red, almost the same shade as his intricate tattoos.
Back in the present, your laugh pleasantly fills his ears, much better than any music, "Haha, Admit it, Dei! You're a softie!"
"... Maybe I am." His leans down to kiss the crown of your head, "but only for you."
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