˗ˏˋ MELLIFLUOUS ˎˊ˗ 『 L. CP 』
"a sound that is pleasing to hear."
; TEN / CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL X FEMALE READER
; FLUFF
this was your favourite pass time.
yes, the coffee and pastries were unbelievably good, but another attraction kept you coming back.
a small boy behind a microphone. the one with cute glasses, a nervous smile and the beautiful voice. he kept you coming back.
and, of course, the owner, jaehyun. your step-brother.
taking your usual seat, the one near the front of the cute boys set up. the floor to ceiling windows illuminating your usually hidden features. your hair falling messily as you shift your head down. picking up your phone from the marble table.
baldie
good mourning, sweaty
hoe
morning*
baldie
no, I meant mourning,
i'm mourning your social life
cause all you do is stare at that chittaphon all fuckin day
hoe
i feel attacked
why you like this?
i just wanna be loved
baldie
lmao
then talk to him, honey
jfc
you rest the phone back on the table. kyungsoo's message echoing in your head.
talk to him.
"y/n? sister? father stealer?"
jaehyun waves his hand in front of your face, calling for your attention.
"hey, i didn't steal dad" you give him a stern look.
"yes, i know, but you're fucking hilarious when upset" Ignoring the annoyance on your face he continues, "anyway, your usual?"
you think. a sudden idea spills from your mouth.
"nah, can I get that mint & raspberry drink you were talking about the other day"
a look of surprise is left on jaehyun's face.
"a-are you sure?" he stutters.
you nod.
jaehyun walks away, waves of worry tumbling down on him. it wasn't like you to change you order. or anything in general.
you lean down, pulling a sketchbook and a few pens from your bag. you begin to draw. at first, it's hard. you can't think straight. till you feel a presence and a noise. you looks up to see chittaphon seating himself on a stool. a few tables separated you from the stage he'd set himself upon.
others lingering around the café aren't fazed by the disturbance. no one even looks chittaphon's way. except you.
chittaphon starts to sing, something you've never heard before. this one reminded you of a sweet dream you wanted to have. one with bright colours and happiness. something that made you question why you were unhappy before.
you look back down to your barely started drawing. Instead of continuing you decide to write. write the colours you felt at that moment.
red.
you guessed the red feeling came from the instrumental of the song chittaphon was singing.
alarming, yet primary. as if it was a needed feeling to have, like it was the start to almost everything else.
blue & white.
the lyrics.
an undertone of previous sadness, now taken away by a single person. the words expressing a begging and a promise.
yellow.
his voice.
it triggered a feeling of youth and innocence. something you'd never experience before. youth so pure and happy it made you question your true age.
you continue in your dream like state. just focused on the sounds surrounding you.
before long a song had finished. his third, but your mind had been immersed in thought of the music itself rather than keeping up with its changes.
"jesus, took you long enough"
jaehyun places a cup on your table. another follows.
"hey, what are you doi-?"
chittaphon pulls the chair opposite you.
"this is free, right?"
chittaphon asks with a sweet smile.
jaehyun winks at you and moves away.
"uhm, yes"
"good"
you look down to your sketchbook. avoiding eye contact.
"what are you drawing?" he asks.
looking down at the open book, he reaches to take it from your shaky grasp.
"no, i'm not very good"
you say pulling the book towards yourself.
you hold it closer.
he looks to your face.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to intrude-"
"no, no, i know. i'm just." you take a deep breath. "people don't usually take an interest, i'm used to keeping them to myself"
you admit, a small smile rests on your face.
your words come out naturally. though not knowing the person in front of you.
"well, i'm not most people" he says with a triumphant smile.
you give him a puzzled look.
"i'm chittaphon leechaiyapornkul "
you let out a giggle,
"see not like most, i'm almost certain you've never heard a name so?" chitta trailed off unsure of his words.
"funny?" you say, jokingly.
he pouts,"hey, that's my name you're talking about"
chitta leans across the table and takes a sip from his drink. his eyes widen.
"wow, this really good" he says.
"jaehyun, does try his best, i'm sure his ego would appreciate your compliment" you say, relaxing in your seat.
"will you let me boost your ego?" he say, holding a hand out.
for a second you don’t understand what he means. then it clicks. your sketchbook.
"oh, come on, please. i won't ask again, i promise" chitta assures.
you place the book on the table for him to pick up. nervously, you pull yout untouched drink to your lips, sipping slowly. chitta picks the book up excitedly. cautiously opening it up.
his mouth forms an O shape, admiring the beautiful pencil strokes on the paper. majority of them meeting together to make all sorts of small doodles. he flips through them letting out small gasps and giggling here and there. you sit focusing on his face and the way it moves in reaction to your drawings.
minutes pass till he reaches the last of your drawings, the one you were most interested to see his reaction to. the one you had only just finished as he had sat.
he lies it on the table, the last page open, his face perfectly portrayed along the paper.
your immediate response is to start apologising, yet he speaks before you can.
"you're amazing"
are his only words before he takes your hand in his and asks you about the doodles, going through each and every one. they stay this way for hours. you sharing the stories behind each drawing.
chitta sitting and admiring you, the only art he'd come to see.
FIN.