With All My Heart

Busy planning choreography formations for their new songs at their upcoming comeback, Rocky is slumped down at the couch of his workroom surrounded by lots and lots of papers scattered at the table in front of him. He'd been in his workroom for almost the entire day, he needs to finish all his planning before he present it to their dance teachers and choreographers not later than the end of this week which is roughly 2 days from now. Rocky sighs as he puts down his pen knowing it's time to stretch his legs and back, groaning as he does so.

After stretching for a minute, he grabbed a glass of water and gulped down all of it in an instant. He laid down at the couch and allowed himself to close his eyes to rest for a moment, ignoring the grumbling sounds at his stomach, a constant reminder that he haven't had dinner yet, but he isn't keen on taming it with food.

"Eating could wait." he convinced himself, forcing his eyes open he added, "and so can sleep," he lifts himself up in a sitting position, "i've got a lot more work to do.."

He reached for the remote of his computer and played music to lift up his mood and motivate him. He settled on playing their new unreleased songs for their upcoming album.

When the particular song he's currently planning the choreography for comes on, he sets his nose back down to his papers, shuffling over the sketches of formation he's done on every particular part of the song that plays. Repeating parts after parts if necessary.

He's been too immersed in his work again that he lost track of time with no plans of stopping soon when he heard a faint knock on the door, taking his attention away from his papers.

He stopped the music and looked at the direction of the door, waiting if it really is a knock he heard or just an imagination, who would be here in his workroom at this hour, he thinks, he glanced at the clock to see it's 30 minutes past midnight already.

Another knock stops his thoughts as he finally stands up to open it, yawning as he turns the knob.

"Hyung"

Eunwoo is standing at the other side of the door, dressed comfortably in a black hoodie and sweatpants looking fresh out of the shower if his still wet hair an indication but still look beautiful as ever even with the pout clearly plastered in his face.

"Why are you not answering your phone?" Eunwoo peaked inside the room and Rocky followed his gaze and saw how much of a mess his workroom is currently.

When their eyes met again, Rocky looked down and rubs at his nape muttering, "uhh. It's on my computer desk charging. I'm on the coffee table working and it's on silent.."

Rocky checked on Eunwoo and when he didn't answer, he grabbed the older's hands and pulls him inside the room.

"I'm sorry.." he said to him then he turned towards the table to gather up his papers to clear up the mess. He knows Eunwoo won't mind the mess and understand that it's because he's working but since Eunwoo's here, he may as well clear things up and maybe call it a day.

"Well, I haven't heard from you all day, you still busy?" he looked back to see Eunwoo now sitting comfortably at the couch.

"Not for you," Rocky smiles at him and picks up the last piece of paper.

He settles beside Eunwoo on the couch with one leg up resting on it for him to be facing the other. Now that they're facing each other, Rocky can clearly see a pout forming on Eunwoo's mouth again.

"What's the matter?" Rocky pokes Eunwoo's cheeks and copied his pout.

"Did I disturb you? I just had to come, you're not answering your phone and it's your bir-" Rocky didn't let him finish as he pressed his mouth on his and gave him a chaste kiss, smiling at him when they parted.