Stories of different genres about our best boys Cravity!
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Fluff, Angst, but no smut cause ion wanna get reported.
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I love you too much To live without you loving me back I love you too much Heaven's my witness and this is a fact
I know I belong When I sing this song There's love above love and it's ours 'Cause I love you too much
Jungmo's magical and enchanting voice echoed from the microphone to the speakers that surrounded the whole bar. The lights we're dim, complimenting the dark oak surrounding that the drinking place was made of.
The walls, floor, bartender stand and even the stage was made of dark oak wood that eventually came beautiful in everyone's eyes. Jungmo continued singing, strumming his guitar while pressing the correct chords.
I live for your touch I whisper your name night after night I love you too much There's only one feeling and I know is right
I know I belong When I sing this song There's love above love and it's ours 'Cause I love you too much
There seated in between the semi-small crowd a girl with black hair highlighted with purple and pink. She held a glass of whiskey to the air and swayed her upper being to the tune, indicating that she enjoyed the song alot. The voice was just heavenly, and so was the face of the one who sang it.
Jungmo managed a smile while serenading the crowd, although he can't see her expression? He can still tell that she loves the music. Her actions gave it all away.
Heaven knows your name I've been praying To have you come here by my side Without you a part of me is missing Just to make you my own, I will fight
He began to sing louder, jamming his guitar as he stood up from the tall stool he sat on and gave a memorable ending performance. Jungmo sang all the emotions he wanted to give out. A whirl of romance, pain, bliss and magic filled his voice that filled the room once it echoed.
Y/N watched in awe from afar, watching the man that he dreamed of having. Being a guitarists was one thing, but being genuine to your emotions? That isn't something you can find in every man.
Jungmo finally ended his stage performance with the last strum of his instrument, smiling at the ground while they applaud his performance. Y/N's being the loudest, clapping her heart out before drinking another glass of whiskey.
The young man stepped down the stage before placing his guitar in it's case that layed just near the platform. "Good song, you got everyone hooked." Another man approched Jungmo, patting him at the back to congratulate his success. "Good job."
