METRONOME. － k.hs + s.hs

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Like vines intertwined together, Haesol and Hyoseob were inseparable. The way they hardly ever went somewhere without the other had become somewhat of a running joke amidst their colleagues and friends, who often teased them for acting like a married couple stuck in the honeymoon phase.

Of course, only a select few knew of the true nature of their relationship, but the light teases by those who were unaware never made either of them antsy.

Hyoseob had adjusted to the new lifestyle faster than the older had anticipated, and whenever he'd see the brunet freely chatting with stars and producers, an immense pride would bloom within him.

Haesol was not much one for going out of the house, if not for performances and events he needed to attend as Zion.T, and Hyoseob soon learned that the man had the habit of incubating himself within his apartment, cut off from the rest of the world － this excluding the latter, obviously － quite often.

It amused Hyoseob, really, even made him blush at times, when he'd hear others complain about how Haesol would disappear and not reply to any of their calls or messages, occassionally even for days, when he'd respond to Hyoseob's texts in no less than three hours, and their calls late into the night continued to be a common occurrence.

Perhaps Haesol was a tad unique even characteristically, his mannerisms and behaviour intriguing and mainly like of some hermit, hiding away in the confines of his home with melodic beats twirling in the air along with the fumes of his cigarettes, as he'd lie on the couch and watch his fingers dance above him or scribble words of musical poetry which sparked at the tip of his tongue.

Hyoseob loved him as he was, and whilst he never forced him to change, Haesol certainly began to go out more with time, and even started making a group of friends, a feat everyone at the record label congratulated Hyoseob for.

They'd spend many nights simply in one another's presence, making music or doing nothing more than cuddling on a shared sofa while watching re-runs of shows － except for when the other was occupied with work which was, unfortunately, the case that night.

Haesol had the terrible habit of not keeping track of time, especially when getting absorbed in whatever he happened to be doing. In this case, he had spent until deep into the night in the studio, writing and creating the skeletal frame of the song's tune. He wasn't certain what hour a clock would be reading nor whether he had eaten anything after breakfast that morning, but when he finally sloshed back into his chair with a sigh, one hand pinched the bridge of his nose while the second fetched his phone which had been laying tossed aside for hours.

It was just slightly past midnight apparently, and he had a handful of unread messages from some friends, and four from Hyoseob. Opening up the latter's, he skimmed through them and replied, followed by an apology and an explanation of why he had taken long.

Haesol paused, furrowing his brow in thought as he swiped his tongue over the braces he had gotten a number of months ago, wondering if there was any place to eat at so late.

Deciding on going to a small, fast food chain establishment he knew would be open, he plucked up the courage － yes, he still got shy when asking to meet his boyfriend for anything not business related － and suggested them going to grab something to eat together, maybe even go on a walk afterwards.

Haesol had stared at the screen until a reply popped up mere seconds later, causing him to startle and his eyes to widen, blinking rapidly at the white light he now realised was far too bright in comparison to the darkness of the studio.

sure !! sounds good babe

youget to watch me shove my face
while im still half in my pyjamas ;)