[4:08 pm] - Min Yoongi | Our Song
The window air conditioner barely does anything against the summer heat. You lean back against the headboard, nestling your head in a cooler spot of the pillow as you lay your laptop in front of you. It’s not the best weather to study in by far; constantly needing to adjust your position from heat is the worst distraction.
Near the foot of the bed is another distraction, although a welcome one. Your boyfriend had long since given up on studying in the summer heat. He’d traded his paperback book for his guitar, the light strumming and picking creating a sweet backdrop to your not-so-lazy summer day. He’d recently decided to try playing the instrument and he’s been learning to play anything between pop hits and classic soft rock. Your heart swells with pride whenever he tries new things. His perseverance and self-motivation are one of the many things you adore about him.
Your eyes trail off your laptop more distant to his figure. He’s been stumbling through the same phrase for about 10 minutes, the adoring pout of his lips growing with each passing moment accompanied by scrunching eyebrows. He tiptoes around it carefully, like a child sounding out a new word and repeating it until it comes more naturally before backtracking to incorporate it into the rest of the song. He lets out a frustrated huff and starts from the beginning.
Pushing your notes off to the side, you crawl over behind him, resting on your knees to envelop your arms around his torso. Behind your closed eyes, you see the faint melody of the song mapped out as he plays, stumbling every once in a while. A warmth still blooms in your chest as he perseveres. At your touch, his back muscles relax under you, helping him play a little smoother. Your nose buries itself in his neck, ear pressed against his hair.
Somewhere along the line, the song smoothly transitions into a song you know very well. You smile against his skin, lightly tapping a finger against him to keep time. It’s the first song he completed, specifically because he wanted to serenade you as his first accomplishment. You hum against his skin, coaxing him along. The memory of him performing the song for you replays behind your closed eyes as you recall how nervous he was despite his gummy smile.
As he finishes with a flourish, you peck his cheek. “You’ve gotten much better at that one.”
“Because I’ve played it so many times for you.” Yoongi cranes his neck to return the favor.
You trace circles on his abdomen. “Are you gonna learn a new one for my birthday?”
He fakes an exasperated expression. “Not another one.”
You giggle and pepper kisses along his neck and shoulder before moving to his side, cupping his face. “I’m proud of you. You’re my talented boy.”
His eyes brighten just the tiniest bit, a shy smile spreading across his face. He leans forward to kiss your nose. “And you’re the best audience.”
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This is what happens when I'm tired at work, I end up daydreaming instead of working.
-Admin Chibi
