#yongjun.

another gentle tap of his pen against the notepad rounded it out to an even three-hundred. his gaze drifted to the page beneath — it was full, sure, but all the words had been hastily scribbled over in fits of creative rage. beneath his feet lay an ever-growing pile of crumpled pages, all containing their own equally horrendous lyrics. miles let a sigh escape his lips, forehead coming to rest on the table. 

he took a beat, eyes closing as he focused, wracking his brain for even a glimmer of a solid direction. everything he’d jotted down so far could be neatly classified under the title songwriting cliches. he was pretty sure he had written the word ‘baby’ about six million times. his mind was not allowing him to focus on anything else; not when yongjun was sitting only a few feet away, quietly plucking out a tune on his guitar. 

“hey, babe?” miles propped his chin up, offering yongjun the most forlorn look he could muster. “will you still like me even if my lyrics suck?”