𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗒

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"why were you acting as if everyone is going to judge you?" i ask yeonjun. "your voice is amazing." i tell him.

"it's nerve racking." he says with a weak laugh. "but thanks." he then says to me, while resting his guitar across his knee. "when did you learn to sing like that?" he then asks me.

i shrug slightly with a weak smile. "my dad used to make music." i say.

his face softens.

i probably shouldn't have brought that up. i've just put a downer on the mood, probably making him feel awkward. i'm about to change the subject but then he talks.

"what kind of music?" he asks.

i look at him. he's not scared to talk about him? most people try to avoid the topic or act like my dad never died just so they don't get caught in this deep conversation. i'm taken aback, but in a good way.

"calm, mellow music. usually just guitar, not all the fancy instruments and flashy tech." i say.

"sounds nice." he says. "the flashy stuff is overrated." he adds.

i smile. "agreed." i say, smiling weakly down at the blanket i've been fiddling with. i can sense his eyes are still on me.

"chaewon, i still feel horrible." he says. "about what i said. i'm so sorry about your dad." he speaks with this soft sort of voice that i've never heard before. "i can't imagine what you went through." he says to me, placing his hand on my knee.

i look back up to him. "it's fine." i say. "you didn't mean it."

"i shouldn't have said it. it was insensitive and stupid."

i nod in agreement. "yeah, but you've apologised." i say.

"i want to actually make it up to you." he decides. "my apologies are shit-"

"it actually wasn't that shit. it sounded pretty meaningful to me." i laugh slightly, thinking back to how he was so angry at himself for saying those things. "you're too hard on yourself." i say to him.

he plucks at a guitar string absentmindedly. "how can i make it up to you?" he asks, still not convinced.

"how about we just write the most amazing song for next weekend?" i say, bringing us back to the whole reason we're here on the roof.

he smiles slightly, nodding.

"what sort of vibe are we going for?" i ask him.

he pauses in thought for a second. "how about calm, mellow music. just guitar, not all the fancy instruments and flashy tech." he says. he's got this soft, meaningful tinge laced into his eyes.

i blink for a second. i swear he used the exact wording i used to describe my dad's music. i don't think i've had anyone listen to me so intently as i speak. he actually genuinely cares, doesn't he?

i smile, nodding slightly in agreement.

some time passes, and we've just been coming up with a melody that sounds nice with the chord progression we came up with earlier. we're not coming up with lyrics yet, just creating the sound by humming. i feel so calm and at peace, which is crazy seeing as there are all of the rushing cars and ambulances, police cars and the hustle and bustle of the city below. i feel so peaceful, just humming gently along to the guitar he's playing.

but that's when his phone rings, cutting us short. it's juwon.

"yeah?" yeonjun says, answering the phone.

"dinner is ready soon. where are you?" he asks. "dad thought you were in the garage."

"oh." he looks at me for a second. "chaewon and i went for a walk."

"your car is gone." juwon points out.

"yeah, we drove into the city first." he says. "actually, we were thinking of eating out, can you tell mom?" he says.

oh. were we?

"give me a sec." juwon says, before there are a few muffled voices. "back by ten." he tells us.

"cool." yeonjun says. "k, bye."

"bye."

he hangs up the phone, looking to me.

"we're eating out?" i ask him.

he smiles. "yeah. i'm still craving chinese." he says, which makes me laugh. "you up for it?"

so almost an hour later, we went back to the bottom of the building, and the delivery guy gave it to us outside the front steps. we're sat on the empty pavement on the side of the road as it's getting dark, usually just munching on our chinese take-away while having stupid conversations.

"no, i'm more of a pasta kind of gal." i say to him.

"nah, rice is better." he says.

"it's messier." i point out. "and worse for the planet." i add.

"how?" he asks.

"i don't know. it just is. something to do with the agriculture of it." i say.

"i call bullshit. rice is a golden gift, and you can't tell me otherwise." he says.

"no, i'm serious." i laugh. "i'll look it up, i actually will."

"no, don't." he says.

"why not?"

"i don't want you to ruin rice for me." he says, to which i laugh. "okay what about ice cream?" he asks.

"hmm that's a tricky one." i say. "maybe mint chocolate chip."

"chocolate." he repeats, attempting my british accent. "chocolate." then he laughs. "man, i love your accent." he says.

i laugh. "or cookies and cream."

"oh yeah, i love cookies and cream." he says. "or chocolate brownie."

i nod, now craving ice cream more than anything.

"imagine blending mint-choc-chip, cookies and cream, and chocolate brownie into one." he says.

"ugh." i sigh. "don't, i'll start drooling."

he laughs. "genuinely though, i couldn't imagine a better milkshake." he says.

"there's actually a place in swanage where they blend any three ice creams of your choice into a milkshake." i say to him.

"you better take me there when i go to england with you, or i'm getting a refund." he says.

i smile. "i mean swanage is like four hours away from our hometown." i point out.

"i don't care. it'll be worth it." he says, and i laugh.

i look at him, as he laughs down at his pot of rice in his hands. i've never seen this side of him. it's funny and playful, chatty and stupid. i enjoy talking with him like this. us writing this song is forcing us to spend more alone time together. i think that's a good thing.