Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

Attention

"This is the song?" Jackson asks me, looking up from the notebook I handed him.

"Yeah, it's only a rough draft but-"

"I love it," he says with a wide smile.

"Y-you do? It's not even finished. I need to fix some of the lyrics-"

"Don't change it, it's perfect just the way it is," he says, completely serious while staring into my eyes, almost like he was trying to see into my soul.

My eye twitches a little at the blunt comment. "Ok, I'll take your word for it"

"Great, now let's put this song to music"

He grabs my hand and drags me towards the elevator. We had been in the living room, out in the open so nobody would think anything weird was going on. I didn't want the others to get the wrong idea about me... mainly Fuuto.

When we make it to my room Jackson grabs my guitar and starts playing the tune I had written while singing the lyrics he had just reviewed. When he finished I had a small smile on my face and he had the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.

"I never heard one of my songs sung so beautifully," I tell him honestly.

"Not even one sung by your boyfriend?" He asks with a slight hint of disgust hidden behind his words.

"There was one song but that was just plain incredible"

"I know, I'm awesome. Why don't you ditch that boyfriend of yours and come write songs for me full time? You'd be famous if only you worked for me"

I stare at him blankly. "Are you serious?"

"I'm just telling the truth babe," he says, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Don't you dare call me babe. If you're going to treat me like one of your fan girls then you can go find someone else to write your music for you"

He stares at me in shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It doesn't matter," I interrupt. "Just... go practice the song, I'll keep working on more"

"Alright, I'll see you later," he brushes past me after putting my guitar back in its place.

I sit down on the bed, crossing my legs and opening my journal. I hold one end of the pencil between my lips in thought. Someone comes into my room but I keep my eyes on the paper.

"What happened to the Little dude?" Fuuto whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"He left," I mutter. "What are you doing?"

"Am I not allowed to hug you?" He answers with a question, avoiding the real reason he was doing it.

"You don't normally barge into my room just to hug me. It's because of Jackson isn't it?"

"How does this-" he says, motioning to himself hugging me, "-have anything to do with him"

"You're jealous, so in order for you to make sure you don't lose me you're trying to be closer to me than him"

He nestles his head into my neck, causing his hair to brush against my neck, making me shiver at the touch. He takes one of his hands and takes the book from my hands, tossing it onto the floor. Before I can protest he pushes the both of us into the bed so we were laying side by side, him spooning me.

"That's enough work for now, let's just stay like this," he mumbles into my neck.

I try to escape his firm grasp on my waist but he only pins me to the bed, hovering above me with a smirk on his face. I raise an eyebrow at him as he starts stroking my cheek.

"Forget about everything, focus on us for right now"

He leans down with an intent to kiss me but I slip out from under him, grabbing my notebook off of the floor. I pick up a new pencil from my dresser and start writing things down.

"That's a good line, make the girls fan girl even more during concerts"

Fuuto groans at my comment. He gets off the bed, takes the notebook from me once again and instead of throwing it on the floor he walks over to my open balcony window and tosses it outside. I watch it flutter to the ground and land in a pile flowers that had been so carefully tended to by one of the brothers.

"What was that for?!" I yell at him.

"Rule number one for having me as a boyfriend, I always come first"

I sigh. "You're so controlling"

"I just want attention," he says innocently, coming closer to me.

I look him in the eyes, only now realizing I didn't have to look down at all to meet them. "You grew," I say, unintentionally getting us completely off topic.

He grabs my hips, pulling my body flush against his. I gasp at the sudden movement and he smirks at my reaction. He moves his hands up from my thighs to my waist, one staying in place and the other continues its way up to my neck.

"Forget about the songs, Jackson, everything. Put all your attention on me"