Wonwoo and Vernon bond over their love of hip-hop and literature. As they spend more time writing lyrics together, their mutual admiration turns into something more romantic.
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It was late, somewhere in the quietest hours of the night, and the studio was empty except for two figures hunched over a notebook, a dim lamp illuminating their faces.
Wonwoo leaned in, eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he scribbled in the margins.
Vernon sat beside him, tapping his fingers on the desk, his brows knitted in concentration as he tried to piece together the right words.
They had been working together for hours, bouncing ideas, testing rhymes, and debating metaphors with an intensity that felt almost like a conversation no one else was privy to.
They'd bonded over their shared love of hip-hop and poetry, two worlds that felt to them both like one, bound by rhythm and expression.
While others saw them as mostly rappers, they saw themselves as writers too, poets on a mission to convey something deeper than beats and hooks.
As their friendship grew, their work sessions had turned into something sacred, a late-night ritual where they shared their deepest thoughts, frustrations, and dreams.
Tonight was different, though.
There was a tension between them, something delicate yet electric simmering under the surface.
Wonwoo wasn't sure when he'd started to notice the details, how Vernon's smile softened when he got a line just right, the subtle rasp in his voice as he murmured lyrics under his breath, or the quiet way his eyes would light up when they locked onto Wonwoo's.
In moments like these, when the world shrank down to just the two of them and a notebook, Wonwoo felt his heart thrum in a way he hadn't expected.
He wasn't sure if Vernon felt it too, or if he even wanted to acknowledge it, afraid of what might shift between them if he did.
But as Vernon leaned closer, studying the page they were working on, Wonwoo felt his breath catch, a warmth crawling up his neck as their shoulders brushed.
"Your writing's always got this soul,"
Vernon murmured, his voice soft but reverent.
"You have this way of seeing things, like, I don't know. Like everything matters, even the smallest things."
Wonwoo blinked, startled by the earnestness in Vernon's tone.
He'd been complimented on his writing before, but this felt different, deeper, somehow, as if Vernon saw a side of him no one else did.
"Thanks,"
Wonwoo replied, his voice low, almost shy.
"I think- I think you bring something out in me. When we write together."
