꒰☆꒱ Warning: rainy weather, close proximity, cheek kiss, some technical terminology? fuels delusions.
꒰☆꒱ Wc: 438
Soundproof glass panels muted the heavy drops that pelted against the windows. The beige leather of the couch cool on your skin as you set aside your MacBook that glowed to display work mails.
Getting up with a little stretch you decide to find your boyfriend in the little nook of his studio where you were right now.
"Jihoooon-ah! Still working?"
You called out as you found him behind bright panels of AMOLED and purple LEDs creating shadows on his focused features.
"Hmm. Just a sec babe."
Pouting just a little, you peeked over his lavishly cushioned chair for your eyes to be bombarded by the bright screen that displayed his DAW messy with layers of colored bars of various amplitudes. Your peripheral vision caught a neon sign of your name, making you smile to yourself.
After a few more clicks and approving nods, he spun his chair around and pulled you into his lap.
"Done."
He sighed and placed his chin on your shoulder as he pulled your back flush against his chest. Your cold feet slipping out of your slides as you rested your toes on his warm socked feet.
"I want you to listen to this."
He spoke against your skin.
"Oh, sure, go ahead."
With a hum, he reached forward and hit the play button.
Beautiful tunes and delicately interwoven notes filled the room as you heard his voice through the woofers. A love song. The lyrics were like something you had never heard him write before. They spoke to you. Closing your eyes you felt the music better and drummed your fingers to the beat. A mellow rhythm that felt like the crisp afternoon air of a beach swirling around you, feeling like a warm embrace.
"How is it?"
You heard him ask.
"So good! Something different, it feels more emotional than the other songs. Is it for your next comeback?"
A gentle smile on his mouth and he pecked your cheek.
"It's for you love."
Turning around to look at him,
"For me? What do you mean?"
"Well, wouldn't it be a sin to not write my beautiful lover a song...hmm?"
You were touched. Gosh, you loved this man.
"Jihoon, I...thank you so much! What's it called?"
Wrapping his hands around your waist, he snuggled into your neck and whispered.
"Y/n."
You let out a little chuckle and hugged him close. Writing you a song? No wonder the lyrics make you feel some type of way. What on earth did you do to deserve someone like him? You thought to yourself...
꒰☆꒱ Warning: None? not proofread, R calls him 'Youngie', might fuel delusions.
꒰☆꒱ Wc: 375
His hand was gentle on the arch of your back and yours held his shoulder. Both your free hands mirrored to meet and clasp together. Feet in a harmonious sync like a scripted movie scene. Your eyes flickered to his for a brief moment, causing a smile to grace your features as his face mimicked your bashful shyness.
Slow dancing away lazy afternoons in the kitchen after cooking a meal together was more or less a habit for the two of you. But somehow you could never get used to the feeling of him holding you so tenderly while he swayed you gracefully like a petal in the wind. After all these months, you still couldn't control the heat that crept to your face.
As a few more languid beats went by, you relaxed in his arms. Mind repeating the sequence he had taught you. You recalled the very first time he taught you to dance without tripping on your feet. His hands guided your movements as he spilled praises every time you followed his instructions. Both of your giggles filled the room when he finally succeeded in the challenge to make you dance. You had come a long way, and so had this relationship.
Snapping back to the present, you decide to close the gap between your bodies and place your head on his chest feeling his warmth engulf you. Gently turning and looping over the hardwood floor, he rested his chin on your head while closing his eyes savoring this moment with you.
"I love you Y/n. A little more than I should."
He whispered against your satin locks.
"Me too, I love you too youngie"
You whisper back and wrap both your arms around his neck, while he draws circles on your waist. Letting the music fold around you like a gentle mid-summer drizzle.
This is what it feels like to date a dancer.
Random mid-day thoughts. This originally was supposed to be for Minghao but soft Hoshi just fits.
