Hanbin stretched out his stiff muscles as he leaned back in his chair. For the past few hours he’d been composing. Or at least TRYING TO. He couldn’t even come up with a decent melody. How’d this come about? Where’d his inspiration go? He was probably just a little tired that day. Yeah, that’s it. He sighed and rub the exhaustion out of his eyes.
"Aish..," he breathed. "What’s up with me today..?"
He propped his head up with his elbow on the desk, deciding to do some internet browsing. Maybe read a couple articles and see if he could find some inspiration there.
It’d been an hour since he started searching for inspiration on the web, but it didn’t seem to be helping much. He grew impatient and leaned back in the black leather swivel chair once again, pulling off his snapback and running his hand through his hair.
He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a huge yawn, covering his mouth with his hand still holding his hat. He rubbed his tired eyes, the feeling exhaustion starting to lure him away from his precious work.
No time to sleep, he thought. I haven’t come up with anything good yet.
Hanbin once again returned to his working position, back to his mixing, back to whatever the hell he was doing. He set eyes on the screen, muttering under his breath to stay focused over and over again. He scrolled and clicked, skimming through article after article, still chanting “Stay focused.” He didn’t even realize he was still speaking. His vision became blurry, slowly to fading to black.
B.I slowly opened his eyes expecting to still be sitting at the desk in the empty practice room, still mindlessly staring at the screen. But that was not the case. He was lying on the practice room floor, facing the ceiling. He furrowed his eyebrows and blinked a few times to adjust his sight. He groaned and shifted slightly, feeling something soft under his head.
"Ah, you’re awake," a calm voice observed.
Hanbin turned his gaze to the right, looking straight into a girl’s face, one he already knows, but on he’s surprised to see. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at her. “______, what’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you have gone back to your dorm by now?”
"I should have, huh," the pretty girl decided. "I’ll just go now then."
She began to stand, but B.I set all his weight onto her lap.
"No no no no no no!" he stammered. "Stay.. Please?"
______’s face broke into her soft, light smile. “Okay~”
Hanbin smile could only grow wider.
"Ah, you still didn’t tell my why you’re here," he reminded her.
"Oh yeah," she said brightly, her eyes lightening as she realized why she’d come in the first place. "I was walking by to get to the elevator – I was heading back to the dorm – and I heard a thump. So I came in here ‘cause I was curious and I saw you-" she snickered. "Your butt was slipping out of the chair and your face was sliding off the desk. It was HILARIOUS to look at. But it looked like you were about to fall so I went in to lie you down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. I would’ve put you on the bench but you’re too heavy for me."
"Ah.. I see..," B.I said, everything becoming clear to him. Although, he didn’t feel very embarrassed considering that she’d seen much worse than that. "That still doesn’t explain why you’re still here though… Not that it’s a problem.."
"If you really must know," she replied in faux annoyance, "when I got you off the chair you were basically CLINGING onto me for dear life. And when I finally got you on the floor, you wouldn’t let go of my waist. So I just stayed here and let you use me as a pillow."
"O-oh…," the boy mumbled, his cheeks becoming slightly tinted with pink.
"But that’s okay~ I got the chance to stay with you," she beamed, the smile gracing her features becoming all the more bigger and brighter, so much so that her bright eyes curved into crescents.
Her smile was just too contagious, too sweet, too warm — he couldn’t possibly not at least grin.
“Oh! How’s composing?” She inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side, the lights in the ceiling just perfectly highlighting her features.
No response came. Hanbin was way too entranced in studying her eyes, her nose, her lips. He scrutinized every detail of her god-given face.
She waved a hand in his face. “Hello~? Hanbinnie? Are you okay?”
"I’m just fine…," he mused, thinking about how he’d— hold on. He’d been daydreaming about her in her presence. How completely not embarrassing. He stumbled for a recovery. "Uhm.. I-I mean….," he stammered. "It’s not.. Not going that well. I can’t come up with anything even remotely decent.”
She hummed, an expression of exaggerated thinking covering her face. “I think…,” ______ cosidered. “You fried your brain.”
"I what?" Hanbin chuckled.
Her eyes narrowed, looking at me poshly. “You fried your brains,” she asserted. “Kim Hanbin, you work too hard. You need to rest, relax. You can’t just force inspiration, you know?”
The boy sighed. “You think so?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously. That’s what I just said.”
She was silent for a moment, mulling over something. Her eyes brightened, suddenly, her lips curled into a wide, cheeky grin.
"I’ve got it!" she exclaimed, simultaneously standing up, letting poor B.I drop to the floor.
"Hey!" he complained. "That hurt." His lips were formed into a pout and ______ couldn’t bother to not giggle.
"I’m sorry~" She kissed the top of his head upon him sitting up. She took ahold of his hand and pulled him up to his feet. "Alright, let’s go!"
"What?" The protest started. "Go where? I really can’t just-"
"Yes, you can," she settled. Her stubborn nature was not going to be own over.
"… Alright..," he muttered. "Where are we going again?"
"You’ll see~" She dragged led him out of the practice room.
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