✰ Rap Star ⤑ Changlix

9

When I exit my classroom, I see my boyfriend standing by the wall, his phone in his hands as he waits for my class to end. "Changbin." I skip over to him, my arms wrapping over his shoulders.
Changbin turns his head and smiles at me. "Class is over?"
"Yup," I return, releasing him from my arms.
Changbin hums, turning around and taking my bag as well as my hand. "How was it?"
"Absolutely boring. I was awaiting the end from the very beginning."
"Are you that excited to listen to the song I made?"
The assignment Changbin asked my help with is almost finished. It hasn't been that long and he's already finished composing the music. "Of course! I've been playing 3racha's songs on Spotify so much I can basically sing all Chris's parts," I tell him.
"What about mine?" Changbin swings our entwined hands a bit as he asks this.
"Your rapping is too fast. Which is surprising. You don't rap like that on stage," I let my head fall on his shoulder as we walk.
"Well, it's hard to do that without messing up. I'm not blessed with automatic talent. Rapping fast includes a lot of techniques I've had to learn. I haven't mastered them yet so, I make a lot of mistakes on stage. It's not something I'm ready for. I'm not confident enough," he explains, pushing open the exit of the building.
"Can you rap like that for me someday?" I ask, my lips sticking out like a ducks beak.
He looks at me with an amused glance and presses his lips on mine for a quick second. "Sure, whenever you want," with this the conversation comes to a close.
I'm quick to start a new one soon enough. "When do you want to tell the others about us?"
Changbin puffs his cheeks and shrugs. "Whenever you want," he repeats the same sentence.
"You have to have a part in this decision," I whine to him, shaking his shoulder when I pull my head away.
"Lix, I really don't care when or how we tell them. In the end, I'm still dating you. That's enough for me. You decide when you are ready, I'll follow your lead," he looks at me and mimics the duck lips I used earlier. I glance away, slipping my hand from his, and folding my arms over my chest. "Don't be like that babe, I just want you to be happy," he says, arms wrapping around my waist. He stops us from walking, chin resting on my shoulder.
"It's our relationship, not mine. I want your input."
"My birthday," Changbin whispers in my ear. "We can tell them on my birthday and surprise them. A reverse present. Does that work?" I think it over for a second before nodding. "So you'll stop being grumpy?" I nod again. "Good," Changbin chuckles and presses a kiss to my neck which causes me to bend awkwardly and push him away.
"It tickles," I laugh.
Changbin takes my hand again and pulls me close, pushing one of his earbuds into my ear. He taps on his screen to unpause the song and automatically my ears capture an acoustic guitar. We start walking again when the song plays. I stay quiet until it ends, and when it does, I look at him with my jaw slackened. "I love you," I say without hesitating.
"You're supposed to say you love the song," Changbin mutters.
"I love the song, and I love the composer a whole lot too," I change it up so he's satisfied.
"Well, that's good. I just have to write lyrics. I wanted to know if you would like to write them with me though."
Write song lyrics? "I can try. Can't promise I'll be that useful."
"Good, then we can do it now," Changbin pulls out a notebook and opens it. There's scribbles all over the first page and I can barely make any sense of it. "I was thinking since it's a more sweet sounding tune that we write a love song. One that really dives in deep to what it's like to truly love someone. Like how you want to support them and be by there side no matter what," Changbin continues babbling for a while. When he turns to look at me, I blink a few times, trying to register everything he said.
"You've really thought this all out," I tell him, glancing back at the page. "When do we need the lyrics done by?"
"Just before my birthday."
That's going to be tough. I have to practice dancing with Minho and Hyunjin a lot for the next two weeks. We are planning to surprise Changbin with a performance for his birthday.
"Where are we gonna write? The studio costs a lot to rent."
"I was thinking we hang out at my dorm. I'm rooming with Jisung but he's with Minho until eleven almost every night," Changbin shuts his book and tucks it back into his bag.
"Let's just go to my apartment. I don't want to risk getting caught by Jisung. He'll blab to Minho and then I'll have to deal with non-stop interrogations," after saying this, I blow air through my lips so I sound like a motor.
"Are you really worried about them teasing you that much? You don't have any other worries?" Changbin asks. He's now giving me his undivided attention. I'm once again reminded of how caring he his.
"I don't really have any worries besides that," I say, but pause when I realize I'm not being a hundred percent honest. "Well, I'm okay with them knowing. Truthfully, it's just nerve wracking. I've never had friends like Minho and Hyunjin before. I know they'll support me in anything I do, but I feel like I distance myself from them sometimes. Maybe they think I dislike them. I don't. They're so good to me it feels almost wrong to accept all their kindness. It just doesn't feel like I'm giving anything back in return," I don't meant to continue and ruin the mood, but it slips and I realize I'm probably more worried about my friendships than my actual relationship with Changbin.
My boyfriend tightens his hand around mine and looks to the sky. "You have every right to feel that way and I'm not invalidating that, but, you know it's just a feeling, right? I'm sure Minho and Hyunjin care about you just as much as you care about them. Minho isn't good at expressing feelings but he talks about you a lot. Even before I knew who you were, I already had some idea about this friend that was performing. Hyunjin too; he's so popular and I know it takes a toll on him. Having a friend that's just as head turning as him takes a huge chunk of weight off his shoulders. He's free to be happy with you by his side. You tend to give things away without noticing or caring too much. At least, that's what I've come to realize when we are together. You throw a lot of reckless smiles and aren't scared to show it when you are upset. Those qualities are things I fell for. If you want to get closer to them, just talk to them. Communication is key with those two. They care too much about other people to speak their mind about this stuff. You three are a mess. It reminds me of 3racha when we first formed." Changbin comforts me so well it's like he's known me for years. It's only been a few weeks and he already has qualities about me that he's, in his own words, fallen for. My heart skips a beat. Do I deserve someone this kind?
Changbin turns to me with a smile as he reminisces over his group back in the day, but it fades when our eyes lock. I sniff, wiping the welling tears in my eyes. Great, I'm crying. Changbin once again pulls us to a stop, but this time instead of pulling me into his arms, he's wrapping them around me. I bury my head into the crook of his neck and let out a choked laugh. "Did I say something wrong?"
I shake my head in denial. "You said it all so right that I'm beginning to question if you're a guardian angel sent down from above to love me," I joke, arms wrapping around him.
"I was just being honest. You are too hard on yourself," he mumbles.
"I know. I've just never heard anyone say things like that to me before," my heart breaks a bit when I say this. I didn't have friends in high school. They mostly used me because of my pushover attitude. My dad was always working so I never got any manly advice from him, and growing up with three females was hard because of that. I had to keep a lot to myself. I didn't have anyone to find comfort in. It felt almost impossible to talk to my mom about how bad I felt even though my grades were perfect. There were times she asked if everything was okay. She asked if I was working too hard and needed a break. I just continued on with it, smiling like always.
It's different now. I have people that I feel like I can talk to. That alone is enough to make me cry my eyes out. I do exactly that on Changbin's shoulder. He doesn't mind. He holds me through it all. He really is a guardian angel.
"When we tell them, you'll gain three other amazing friends. I'll help create a place where you feel at home," Changbin says, pushing my hair out of my face so he can wipe my tears.
There's just something about this damned rap star that makes me want to leave every negative feeling behind. How can I fall for someone so easily?