langa hears the music through the door before he's even in front of it, stealing his breath away. he stops just outside of reki's room, the sound of a guitar and a soft singing voice reaching his ears in a beautiful melody. he thinks he's heard this song before, back in canada, but he could be wrong, since he's not in canada anymore, but japan.
but he knows that voice, knows who it belongs to, and that thoight alone is enough to make his heart flutter. he slowly opens the door, peeking in, the sight making him gasp.
reki is in the center of the room, sitting on a chair, back to the door. he has an acoustic guitar held up, playing it as if it were second nature, his eyes lightly shut, his chest heaving as he sang and sang.
"oh god what if when he sees me,
i like him and he knows it?"
his voice is angelic, even if it does crack a little at the edges, and he looks so focused, so into the song, that langa can't look away, can't stop listening. his mouth is slightly agape, his heart thumping in his chest. he does know this song. he has heard it before. he just hadn't been aware reki knew of it, especially not in english.
"what if he opens up a door,
he spins in the chair, facing the entrance to his room, eyes still shut, head thrown back, voice carrying. his voice fills langa's senses, his thoughts, and he swallows heavily when he sees just the tiniest bit of sweat glazing reki's forehead, watching a bead of it slowly slide down the side of his face.
his eyes are open now, and he's spotted langa and langa feels like a deer in the headlights. reki's mouth drops open, his entire body going stiff. but then his eyes are going soft, his lips turning upwards into a lazy smile.
my heart is set in motion."
his voice is softer now, eyes sparkling, expression that of pure adoration as he stared across the room at langa. langa's breath is stolen from him all over again, and he can feel his cheeks warming up as reki's gaze stays on him, pinning him in place.
reki slowly stands up, somehow holding his guitar, still, somehow still playing it as he approaches langa. langa can't move, and can only watch as the redhead continues to approach him.
"i'm not prepared for that,
i'm scared of breaking open."
he's standing directly in front of langa now, the vibrations of his voice thrumming through langa's veins. he wets his lips again, his eyes drifting towards reki's. they're so pink, so plump, not even chapped. probably because of the chapstick he spreads across them every hour of the day. langa used to be annoyed by that action, but now, staring at them so closely, he appreciates it.
"but still i can't help from hoping,
to find someone to talk to."
he's in langa's personal space, their noses inches apart, their breaths mingling. langa stays stock still, afraid if he moves he'll ruin the entire moment. he opens his mouth a little, as an invitation. reki's eyes flicker to his lips for a second, sparkling.
someone who when he sees me,"
he's no longer playing the guitar. it's forgotten in his hands, only his voice filling the air with sound. a beautiful, soft sound that langa never wants to stop hearing. he wants to ingrain this moment into his brain forever.
and then reki's lips are on his, and his lips are on reki's. his breath catches for the third time that night, reki's warm lips fitting perfectly against his. the kiss is so slow, so awkward, so perfectly them. niether of them have ever kissed before, and this fact was made painfully obvious by how uncertain they were with one another.
reki takes the lead, something that pleasantly surprises langa. but he's happy to let reki lead, to follow his example.
their noses brush occaisonally, and langa hesitantly moves his hands upwards, grabbing fistfuls of reki's sweatshirt, hardly believe any of this was happening.
and felt like a wonderful dream. one he never wanted to wake up from.
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