Choso Kamo One shots

☁️ Harmonious Chords

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{Warnings:None}
{Gn!Reader}
{☁️ fluff}
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The ambiance in the studio was electric, with chords resonating, basslines thumping, and drumbeats punctuating the atmosphere. "Cursed Rhythms" was in the midst of another intense practice session, their sound almost palpable in the air. At the center of it all was Choso, the charismatic lead vocalist and guitarist whose passion for music was undeniable.

Y/N, their talented manager, was leaning on a table at the side, notebook in hand. Their role was more than just handling schedules; they often provided musical insights and occasionally mediated when band egos clashed. Over time, Y/N had found it increasingly difficult to keep their eyes off Choso. Their dynamic had shifted from strictly professional to a more subtle, intimate connection.

Breaking from a particularly intense song, Choso looked towards Y/N. "Thoughts?"

"The bridge," Y/N started, picking their words, "perhaps elongate that note? It might give a deeper resonance."

Choso smirked, "Always the perfectionist, huh?"

Y/N chuckled, "Someone has to be."

Amidst the camaraderie and music, there were moments when their gazes locked, signaling an unspoken understanding. Y/N had an idea brewing. "How about a performance at 'The Red Room'? It's intimate. It'll resonate with your authentic sound."

Choso paused, contemplating. "On one condition," he finally said, "you attend. Not as our manager, but as someone there to simply enjoy the music."

It was a deal.

The night at 'The Red Room' was nothing short of magical. Fans thronged, the atmosphere was alive with chatter and anticipation. Y/N, in a rare moment, was there without the weight of their responsibilities.

Choso's performance that evening was particularly heartfelt. Amidst the setlist, he addressed the audience, "Tonight, we have a special number. It's for someone who's been our guiding force." His eyes found Y/N's, holding them captive.

The song was deep, its lyrics poignant. Y/N felt every word, realizing this was Choso's way of communicating his feelings.

Post-gig, as the equipment was being packed up, Y/N approached Choso backstage. The air between them was thick with emotion. "That song..." Y/N began, but Choso interrupted by pulling them into a gentle embrace.

"The song was for you," he whispered.

The relationship between Choso and Y/N might have started on a professional note, but music, with its mysterious ways, had woven them into a more intricate melody of emotions.