LOVE IS GONE - is this an end for us? (junkyu x reader)

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Hwamin POV

pen scribbles, writing words, scratched out, again and again, small traces of led dotting the paper.

junkyu's elbows on the table, his masculine hands holding the pencil, sitting at the studio desk. soft instrumental played behind, the melody distinguishable through a distinct sound. the environment was perfect, quiet, and calm.

the studio was lit up by purple lights, dim and comfortable. in a comfortable chair, in front of a computer, was where junkyu sat. around the room we're neatly placed pianos and guitars, and a couch.

the paper junkyu was currently staring at had a few words circled. hold, night, work.

they were the specific keywords that junkyu wanted to include in the lyrics for the song he was currently working on. junkyu wanted to make a song similar to himself, a song that was filled with sincerity, and a song that others can relate to, find comfort from, and love.

however, the right words were growing harder and harder to find. sometimes, even the simplest words were the right ones, but even being surrounded by a large enough vocabulary didn't make the right words come.

because the blinds are usually always closed, junkyu didn't realize that it was nearly midnight.

whenever he got caught up in working, he would become stubborn and refuse to leave the work unfinished unless it was done. it was the perfect time and to junkyu, it felt like the perfect moment for his motivation to spark. he didn't want to believe it was writer's block.

junkyu was so caught up in his thoughts that when you peeked into the studio, the slightest click and twist of the doorknob made him jump. the quiet atmosphere had made him sensitive to sounds.

junkyu was flustered to see you at the studio. outside, he was also surprised to see many of the lights in the building were turned off.

“what are you doing here?” junkyu asked, turning to you.

you walked in and closed the door gently behind you.

as you were walking to stand beside him, you replied, “i'm worried for you and your members are too. do you know what time it is?”

junkyu checked his phone. 11:54 pm.

“it's almost midnight,” junkyu said rather calmly as if it was a normal occurrence.

however, you knew that it wasn't a normal occurrence. your boyfriend loved to sleep and could sleep for hours. it was only specific days like today where he feels the need to write something down and finish his musical pieces that he stays up so late.

“yeah, it's almost midnight,” you placed your hand on his head, ruffling his soft hair. “you can work on it tomorrow, right?”

junkyu chuckled softly. “but tomorrow is in a few minutes.”

you chuckled softly, spinning his chair around, your hands cupping his face. he just looked up at you, his hands in his lap.

then, his eyes smiled cutely as he did.

“what? why are you holding my face like this?” junkyu asked, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“because i just want to drag you over to that couch and hold you in my arms and make you go to sleep right now,” your hands went up to his hair, playing with it a little. “i mean, look at you.”

“what? what's with the way i look?”

“you look tired. come on, when you sleep, you can wake up and be more motivated!” you glanced at the paper and saw the circled keywords. “the best way to write lyrics is to do it with sincerity, you said. it has to come from the heart, right?”