"Music To My Ears" -Johnny Abbot x Reader
(GIF is not mine, All credits go to original creator!)
"Where words fail, music speaks"
A story in which you learn a new talent, in the oddest of places.
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The sun was setting quickly and you were thankful. After hours of running around the zoo, tending to plants and other small chores, you were exhausted and ready to call it a day. However, there was one quick thing you needed to do before that.
Most other workers had already left, returning to their rooms to await the next day. You, however, were currently walking in the hallways to the other side of the zoo. Johnny’s room was located close to the entrance and was about a five minute walk from your workstation. You didn't mind though, the man occupying the room made it worth it. Before you even approached the door, which was already opened, you could hear the light music coming from the room. As you get to your destination, you lean against the doorway. Johnny, who is completely engrossed with the guitar in his hands, was sitting with his back towards you on the bed. He didn't seem to notice you, and you were content with letting him play. The melody, which was soft and gentle, echoed across the small room, and was played by graceful hands. You had wished you had learned an instrument before the crumble, but it never seemed very important then. Unfortunately, while stuck in your thoughts, you didn't realize the music had stopped, and that Johnny was staring up at you. “That was beautiful Johnny” You tell him, a small smile gracing your face. He smiles back, and he can feel the warmth spreading across his face. “Thank you,” He says, “Have you ever played?” It was your turn to blush. Your abilities in the musical field were nonexistent, and you curse yourself for not having many hobbies. “Uh, no, I never had the time to learn, I suppose.” You can tell the gears are turning in his head, and he looks down into his lap, then back up at you bashfully. Silence awkwardly cuts through the air, and you suddenly become much more nervous standing in his room. “ I should have learned an instrument before the crumble, y’know. It seems like a valuable skill now that music is such a rare thing.” You ramble out, a feeble attempt to fill the quietness. You feel like you're under pressure now, until Johnny speaks up again. “I could teach you.” He says in a whisper, so quiet that you would have missed it if you weren't paying attention. “Yeah.. that would be nice” You accept before even thinking about the offer.
Around 20 minutes later, you soon discovered why you never learned to play. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, your fingers could not dance across the strings as gracefully as Johnny’s, and would create sounds that were more than unpleasant to one's ear. The darkness of the night didn't help either, and you had wished it had been brighter outside. You sigh in frustration, and Johnny takes notice of it. “Don't overthink it much, you're doing fine, you just need to find a rhythm” He says in a small attempt to reassure you. You look over at him as he adjusts his position next to you, coming closer and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Suddenly, you are much more thankful for how dark it was, as you quickly feel the warmth spreading to your face once again. He takes your hand, and positions your fingers over the notes carefully. “Just like this,” He whispers, “Strum them lightly at first, try to repeat the same notes too.” You do as he instructs, with his fingers lightly ghosting over yours ever so often. Finally, a sound that could possibly resemble music with some practice was made. You smiled and let out a small laugh, and looked up at Johnny, and he was already looking down at you. It dawns on you how close you and Johnny currently are, with your back up against his side, and his face dangerously close to yours. “Well, that wasn't so hard” You mumble out in an attempt to hide your nervousness, but you doubted the tall man fell for it. “So, does that mean you’ll come back for more lessons?” He replies, a victorious smile on his face. “Well, I suppose it does.” You reply, as his infectious smile seems to spread to you, and you don't know how to hide it.
But, you did know one thing, and it was that you were sure damn thankful you never learned to play guitar.
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