DAY6 IMAGINES/REACTIONS!

★彡WONPIL #1

i lay back, utterly relaxed with my eyes closed as i settled on the seat right outside his studio. in our school, each musical student gets their own studio to practice, and i just so happen to gave walked past his on this very occasion, hearing his sweet melody drift through the door to my ears.

wonpil doesn't know much about my feelings. we are close, but not to the point i wish we were. we gave been close friends for almost 10 years now and i hope to change it, maybe. the keys of the piano slowly came to a halt as he ended his masterpiece, my lullaby.

i heard shuffling alongside the movement of paper and sheets as i assume he packed up. i took a deep breath before knocking softly on his door before opening it slowly, letting the door open ajar as i peeked my head in. he turned his head to look my way, his eyes slightly wider with a shocked expression.
"y/n?" he gave me a confused glance as i smiled slightly, my cheeks tinged with pink highlights as my lips went dry from being anxious.
"hiii wonpil! uhm...i was walking past and thought of if you wanted to walk home with me..?" i asked, my thumbs twiddling with each other as i stared anywhere but his stunning, wounding eyes.
"sure! let me finish packing up~ you can step in for a bit" he laughed a little at my nervous state, causing me to become more shy as i stepped in and closed the door carefully behind myself.

i looked around the room in amazement as the albums he and his close friends had produced were littered neatly around the studio, his piano in one corner meanwhile his keyboard and synthesiser were in the opposite corner. he slowly finished packing before turning to me with his famous box-shaped gentle smile that kills me each time. he ran over as his hand slid over mine, confidently holding it as his heated hand slipped into my cold one, his eyes resting as they stared at my face smoothly.
"you're really pretty y/n, i should tell you that more." he smiled before guiding me out the studio, not bothering to lock his door as he slightly dragged me out of school.

sometimes, things dont change. yet, somehow, i dont mind.