#studio date

You spun yourself around in your chair, thinking about what to eat for dinner, as you listen and watched your boyfriend clicking and tapping away at the computer, immersed in his own little hip-hop bubble. He was busy putting the finishing touches on the tracks for his mixtape, and you were just happy you got a sneak peek of everything. Because as much as you had wanted to visit his studio in the earlier stages of both the mixtape and your relationship, he’d gently refused to let you see any of the music production process because it was “a hot mess”.

And even when he finally brought you along on this fine day, he asked that you didn’t do anything distracting (although your presence alone was already pretty distracting because all Hoseok wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and play with your hair). But that was fine with you—you certainly didn’t want to put more pressure on him or cause him any more stress than he was already feeling.

Just then, you noticed Hoseok had spun his chair around and was blinking right at you. He didn’t say anything though, so you had no idea what he was thinking or plotting. You tilted your head like a curious puppy, which earned you a small chuckle from your boyfriend before he turned back to his computer.

A minute later, however, he did it again. Only this time, he opened his mouth and formed a small O as if he wanted to say something.

“What?” you giggled.

“Can I get your opinion on something?”

“I love it,” you responded brightly, not even waiting for him to tell you what that ‘something’ was. But you’d been in his studio for several hours now, and there wasn’t a single track you didn’t love. “And I’m speaking on behalf of the entire planet. World peace shall be achieved with your mixtape, you know.”

“Nice try,” he laughed at your funny little comments. “But I wanted your opinion on something else. Not the mixtape.”

“Yes?” You used your feet to sail your chair over to your boyfriend and took one look at the computer screen, unable to make sense of any of it, so you just turned back to Hoseok and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He didn’t look as delighted as you expected though.

“Is it any fun for you to be here?” Hoseok’s lips curved downward like an upside-down V as he ran his fingers through your hair. “If it’s boring, you can tell me and I’ll drive you home…”

“I like it here, Hobi,” your eyes sparkled in the darkness of the studio. “Even if we aren’t cuddling or fooling around together, I love seeing the side of Jung Hoseok that’s so passionate about his music. And besides, I want to support my producer boyfriend in any way that I can~”

“You dote on me too much,” he said softly, his expression brightening. He took your hand and pulled you into his lap to give you a nice kiss on the lips. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You continued to sit in Hoseok’s lap while his nearly complete mixtape played in the background. Both his rap and vocals amazed you, but didn't surprised you because you knew how talented of an artist he was. Every once in a while, you squealed at something you exceptionally loved and your boyfriend gave you a good squeeze in response.

The studio was soon silent as the last of the mixtape’s tracks tapered out. And conveniently, your stomach decided to roar like a lion right at that moment. You grabbed your belly and told it to hush, but Hoseok only laughed, “Let’s go eat.”

“Are you sure you’re really done for the night?” you asked, checking your watch. Usually, he’d leave the studio much later. “My tummy can wait for the sake of world peace.”

“World peace can wait,” Hoseok patted your belly and lifted you up so the two of you could stand and stretch. “What do you wanna eat?”

“You pick. You’re the one who was working so hard, Mr. Producer.”

“Sushi?” Of course he’d pick your favorite food. You shot him a fake glare before a smile crept up on your face. Truly, your boyfriend was always thinking of you, and it was that part of him that never failed to melt your heart.