sound of love | Hoseok |

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Length: 734words
Warning: FLUFF
A/N: ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY (( it's 2Jan here in my country already!!)) SO HERE'S A FLUFFY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR ALL OF YOU. I LOVE ALL OF YOU! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!♡♡♡

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"Do you think there is a sound for love?" she would ask him as they laid in bed.

She would ask him as they held hands.

She would ask him as they stared at the stars.

He always thought the first song would write for her would be the sound of love, their love. It would represent his feelings, his emotions, his love through the beat and his rap. He would spent endless nights listening to it, trying to make it better. He would consult the others as he tried to produce the music, but there was always something missing.

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"I will figure it out." He would tell her as he helped her get the groceries from the highest shelf.

He would tell her as they danced under the moonlight.

He would tell her as they confessed their love for each other.

In his heart, he had really made the promise that he would tell her how the sound of love and that she would be the very first one, other then him, to hear the true sound of love.

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He would ask his hyungs, his friends and his parents, what does love make you do, what does love make you feel, how does love sound like.

However, all they could say was,

"It's all based on your feeling, you can't put it into words."

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It was probably just a random question she was curious about and with every promise he made about revealing the sound of love, she would get more curious. She wanted to know how do their love sound like.

Would it be the same as others?

Or will the sound of their love only belong to their ears and only themselves?

Or is there no sound for love at all?

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As he worked on his songs, he stumbled upon a track left at the bottom of the folder. It was saved under her name and it was modified pretty recently. However, he had never seen it or remember recording it. Quickly, he plucked in his headphones and played the track.

"Hey Hoseok,

how are you doing? Are you still working really hard? You haven't been home recently since you've been working on the new album. I hope you do still take a break once in awhile.

I'm actually quite smart, aren't I? I'm actually recording this on your computer as you shower. Wait, just let me bring the computer closer to the bathroom door."

He could hear some shuffling then a faint sound of him singing as the water in the shower ran. He smiled to himself slightly as his heart raced when she let out a small giggle.

"Okay so I'm currently walking back to the table so you wouldn't suspect that I touched it.

I really hope you are eating well as you stay at the company building to work on your songs. Since my workplace and your company are on different sides of the area, I can't bring you food during my short lunch break.

Ahh, how I wish I could see how are you right now."

His heart raced as he heard concern laced in her voice. It made him feel loved.

"Oh! It seems like you are going to be out of the shower now! I'm going to go off.

I love you."

He smiled as he heard the headphone begin placed on the table then the track ended. The confession left his heart racing, like every time he is with her.

Then he knew what was the sound of love.

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"I figured it out!" He yelled happily as he burst through the door.

"Figured out what?" She asked after she calmed down from the shock of him just appearing without any warning.

"The sound of love."

As her eyes lit up, he approached her slowly.

"The sound of love is when we laid in bed and my head was rested against your neck.

The sound of love is when we held hands and I felt your pulse.

The sound of love is when we danced under the moonlight and I felt your heartbeat as our bodies pressed against each other."

He stopped in front of her and took one of her hands and pressed it onto his chest, right above his heart.

"This is the sound of love as well.

And when both of our hearts beat as one, that's our sound of love."

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