Are you still taking requests? If not just ignore this lol. JB + playing the guitar (I've been having so JB feels the past few days <3)
You can hear the soft strumming of a guitar from the other room as your eyes slowly open to the darkness of the rain storm that was outside. The clock told you it was morning, but it was so dark outside you could have sworn it was still the middle of the night.
Despite the confusing morning weather, everything else seemed about right: the curtains were open, there was the sound of a guitar coming from the living room, and JB wasn’t there - as usual. The past few weeks he had been getting up earlier than you: opening the curtains for you (in hopes you’d wake up sooner so he could see you, of course) first, and then going out into the living room to practice the song he had been working on (one he never let you hear yet).
Rubbing your eyes, you climb out of bed and throw on one of JB’s t shirts that was laying on the floor over your tank top (it was a little chilly) and walk over to the living room with your arms crossed.
He smiles when he sees you with your ruffled hair and in his shirt and then puts the guitar down, leaning it against the side of the couch. “Hey,” he says softly, and then opens his arms up so you can fall into them.
You sigh, letting his arms wrap around you and close your eyes, still feeling sleep in your system and he laughs, shaking you a bit to wake up. “Don’t fall back asleep,” he says, “I’m hungry, let’s eat.”
Sitting up, you laugh, pushing a chunk of hair out of his face while you eye the guitar. “When are you gonna let me hear what you’re writing, huh?”
He chuckles, taking both of your hands as he plays with your fingers softly. “When it’s on the album,” he says playfully.
“Oh, you are the worst,” you say, laughing. He stands up, offering a hand to help you up (okay, he just wanted to hold it) and looks at the guitar himself. As much as he wanted you to hear the song, he wanted it to be a surprise, too, because it was about you.
