midnight blue

Yuna is ready to shuffle towards one end of the room herself, and she’s admittedly surprised when Jonghyun instead takes her hand to lead her there. Her breath quietly hitches at his strong grip; his hand was so big and so easily wrapped around her own and for some reason that makes her heart skip a beat. “Thank you,” she says, polite as ever, and with a bashful smile decorating her lips. 

She straightens out her skirt, wanting to look proper and feel calm before the song starts. She looks over at him, watching for cues, she tells herself, even though in truth she can’t help but be mesmerized by the contours of his face. When the song starts she sings along under her breath, until finally her turn comes up.

Boy I hear you in my dreams I feel your whisper across the sea I keep you with me in my heart You make it easier when life gets hard

Lips are instantly reacting to the sweet sounds that are emitted out of her own pink pair; curling at the ends in endearment while prominent dimples come into place. He watches as she sings calmly, her soft voice echoing out and somehow relaxing at the very first glimpse of it. when her lines finally end, he raises the mic and continues with the song, their shared lines coming up and their voices mixing perfectly in the same smooth tone; his carrying the aura of a man and hers the epitome of a sweet and delicate female. 

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh They don't know how long it takes Waiting for a love like this Every time we say goodbye I wish we had one more kiss I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

“Okay.” Yuna’s been ready and feeling warmed up for a while now, and she was all set to follow his lead. “If you think we’re up for it,” she agrees with a nod, smoothing down her sweater right as she slides out of her seat. They were supposed to go on stage soon for a final rehearsal anyway, so it would probably be best to work out any and all kinks in the practice room, just so they don’t take too much time later. 

“Do you want me–” She points to the other end of the room while flashing a questioning look at him, “There?” I go in stage left, right?”

“Yeah if I recall you start on the left side of the stage and I come in from the opposite end. Your cue to walk in is when I’m finishing up the last line in the first verse.” Though he could just let her walk over there alone, he grabs her hand with his strong one and walks over to her end. His steps are slow though because his pace would typically be quicker than hers since she was wearing heels. “So right here you’ll wait.” He pats her hand while he lets go of it and looks off at the empty practice room and then back at here. “I feel good about this though. We did a few run downs in here so let’s just do it like we have been.” He raises both his fists for a ‘fighting’ sign and a proud grin before retreating back to his end before stopping by the cd player. “Ok play music!” He says to himself before walking over to the opposite side of the room. He’s greeted with the opening tune, a soft melody from the familiar song as he takes a couple of steps forward and raises the mic to sing directly into it.

Yuna quietly hums to herself as she plays with the keyboard, nothing too serious, just her fingers absentmindedly pressing along the keys as she waits. The rest of her members were out having dinner, or resting–she isn’t even sure. She thinks maybe Jimin is at a practice room down the hall, getting ready for her own collaboration stage. Even during the few times she and Jonghyun had managed to make time for practice in Seoul, it was like this, her early, with him running late. She couldn’t blame him, he was her senior, with an undoubtedly more packed schedule, so she’s used to it. She just waits, patient while singing along to whatever song it is that’s suck in her head.

Her heart is pounding loudly, and she has the strangest urge to kiss him again, right then and there as she passes him on her way up—right, she reminds herself, it was his turn after her. For some reason, most of her earlier worries and reservations had vanished right between the ten or so minutes she had spent performing, and now she was just happy. Happy that he was actually hers, or at least seemingly so, and even happier that he actually seemed to want to do this—whatever this is—with her, child and all.

There happens to be a mini fan club gathered in the corner because the instant he gets up there he can hear the screams from females who had definitely heard him play before. He takes his seat that was provided and positions the guitar upon his lap and then fixing the height of the microphone stand to accommodate his long stature better. "Hello, I'm Lee Jonghyun - " That alone was enough to get a few more cheers from his gathered fans, as he laughs to reveal the set of dimples. He glances at Yuna, sending her an assuring smile before he starts to play.

“Crap,” she mutters, quickly breaking away completely from Jonghyun and trying her best to pat her clothes and hair down, wanting to look presentable and not even minutely flushed from just being confessed to and kissed sweetly by the father of her future child. She makes her way to the platform, politely excusing herself as she navigates through the crowd. She bows at the host, who just greets her with a smile and then she makes way to the keyboard—already set up on the stage as provided by the establishment.

Once the cheers took over the venue when she finally introduces herself he watches with a faint smile, feeling a different sensation watching her prepare on stage now. It wasn't his first girlfriend - his earlier twenties had already experienced that, but Yuna really was different, and this feeling was so native to him he had to relish it in the given time. With the lights dimming and the crowd of people settling quietly to let her play, the sound of the piano immediately soothes him as he relaxes against the seat..

“A-are you sure?” Her voice trembles a little, and her free hand goes to rest on her stomach. “I don’t want you to do this because of the baby—and I don’t want you to do this, despite the baby.” She frowns, suddenly getting a little confused with her own words. “Oppa,” she tries to start again, except her sentence just ends with a sigh. She meets his gaze and she can feel the intensity of the way he was looking at her. He really wants this, she thinks, and suddenly, as she places her hand on his face, thumb gently brushing against his cheek as she tries to study his features—she’s hit with a strange feeling of doubt. Was this what she wanted? To be with him?

  Initially, Yuna flinches as she feels his fingers thread through hers. She looks down at their joined hands, and slowly relaxes in his hold; there was no point resisting. As much as the stubborn part of her kept insisting on it, she also had to admit how tiring it was. “I—” She starts to speak,only to sigh softly as she listens to his voice, almost directly talking into her ear as he leans in. It always was hard to think and see clearly when he was that close. “Oppa…” Her breath hitches when she speaks; the way she calls out to him is unplanned, and her voice is soft, in an almost needy way and it almost makes her blush when she hears herself.

She pulls away from slight embarrassment, glad that the lighting in the cafe is dim, but she keeps her hand in his. “We’re both set to perform soon though,” she points, her eyes wandering towards the direction of the make shift stage set up in front of the cafe. There were still a few performers ahead of her, but she wasn’t sure if they’d have time to discuss what they needed to. Unless— “Have you even finished thinking about things? You didn’t call—I guess you’re not, I can give you more time.” She didn’t really want to give him more time, but there wasn’t really anything she can do short of giving him an ultimatum then and there.

The way her voice sounds is almost soothing to him; even from just such a simple word - but Yuna always had a way of melting him the the delicate and melodious tone she carried. When she pulls away he watches her carefully while still trying to make out what she was saying. He nods at he statement; looking back at the stage and then to her. "You're on before me. We can wait here then and not roam away.." He swallows hard on a dry lump, tasting the burnt taste of the coffee which he feels unlucky from obtaining. "I...thought about things a lot" It's hard to maintain his reputation at this point - smooth and cool Jonghyun was now replaced with an anxious one; but Yuna's outlook on him didn't even matter. This was way more important that.

She opens her mouth to answer his question; of course she knows what she’s going to sing—but then her lips thin out as she closes them again, still unsure if she wants to engage in conversation. It’s getting to her though; she can hear the confusion in his tone and a part of her feels bad. A part of her, the irate and hormonal part, tells her that she shouldn’t. He’d all but left her in the dust after all, not calling or mentioning a word about the baby. But the more he just stood there, looking almost hapless (and that wasn’t a look that was natural to Jonghyun, at least as far as Yuna’s noticed from the last year that they’ve known each other), the more Yuna gives in.

She has no idea what he’s decided, but seeing as days has passed and there has been mostly radio silence (and Yuna doesn’t count the birthday greeting, because it felt empty without a follow-up, and no mention of the child, or their status, or anything about them at all) from him. It didn’t feel or look too good, and for a brief second she even considered running away. It wouldn’t be any good running into each other here now. The last time Yuna had gone to a open mic to perform, she had fainted for a brief second and that was without the pressure or nerves of having Lee Jonghyun around in the crowd.

"I'm going on right after you - " He states to start somewhat of a conversation. One thing Jonghyun admired so much about Yuna was her musical ability. When they had first, the two had obviously had attraction and clicked when the mention of the same hometown came up. Even more-so when the two began discuss music; both of them enjoyed to sing - she loved the piano, he loved the guitar. It all seemed to perfect now that he thinks about it. It makes him chuckle a bit at the thought. He remembers even when he first heard her sing, at an open mic just like today. Her voice was so soft and delicate, and quite literally caused him to shudder the instant she started to play for the crowd. 

                                            :   hdxjonghyun

Yuna just fiddles with the pendant that’s hanging on her neck as she watches the people around the cafe. It’s a normal week night, and despite it not yet being the weekend, a sizeable crowd is milling around, mostly because of the weekly open mic events that happened to fall on Thursdays. She’s already signed up—eighth on the list, so quite far along the night still, and she’s just hanging around, drinking her tea while waiting for the programme to start.

She’s humming along to the tune playing in the background—not live yet, but blasting through the speakers, when she happens to glance towards the direction of the entrance. The lighting in the cafe is a bit dim, perfect for a seemingly warm ambience, but it doesn’t really help Yuna out when she tries to identify the familiar figure that steps into the cafe. “Shit." The profanity easily slips her tongue, and her brows crease with concern. She can feel her heart beating loudly, nervously—she still couldn’t really make out his face, but she’d know that build and body from a mile away.

After greetings and acquiring beer in it's bottle he makes his way to the sign up table where he greets the person in charge; a girl with bright eyes who greets him with a large smile. Small conversation is exchanged as he looks down to the sheet to fill his name on the 9th line before something caught his eyes. Seo Yuna was written in neat handwriting, causing him to blink at first while filling out his name. Standing up straight he gives the cafe a 360 look around, and sure enough there she was. Looking beautiful as ever with her tea in hand and legs crossed in her seat. 

Shouldn’t it work the other way as well? Just because he had feelings for her, and she returned them, it didn’t mean he wanted or needed to be in the baby’s life. But Yuna can’t have that—she can’t have anyone in her life who was unsure, especially not if she was going to be a good mother to her future child.