"So, if you're so set on staying here, I can go home, right?" You smirked, watching as he slammed his pen against the sheet, a small scribble over the previous lyrics he just wrote.
You knew you were playing with fire at this point, but where's the fun in stopping? If this was the only way he'd finally pay attention to you, where was the harm in keeping it up?
Seungyoun was the one that dragged you to his studio, what did he expect? He knew how easily you got bored, and of course you being bored, you kept interrupting.
"I mean, you don't plan on leaving." You started, fighting for your argument despite his stare. "We've been here since like, seven, and it's about to be seven." You sighed.
"You agreed to come." He sighed, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "How are you even gonna get home?"
"I can ca-"
"Nope."
"What about a ta-"
"Nope."
"So you're just refusing to let me leave?"
"Pretty much." He smiled, picking his pen back up. "Wait one more hour, I promise we'll go." He sighed again, scribbling over some words here and there. "I just promised Wenhan I'd write this song for him."
"He won't even be back-"
You were cut off with another glare, this one more threatening than the other.
"I said 'wait'." He warned. "If you can make it, you can have whatever you want."
"Anything I want?" You smirked and he scoffed with a smirk.
"You're so easy."
-
It had been thirty minutes and you were practically counting down the seconds until you could leave because it was as if he fucking knew what he was doing.
He'd stretch his neck while groaning, rubbing his hand along the back of it. Breathe out small curses while he crossed out lyrics. Bounce his thigh while he brought the end of the pen to his lips, slowly closing them around it.
Half of you wanted to play along, but you weren't even sure if he was doing it on purpose.
Then again, who's to say you aren't gonna accidentally start teasing too?
"Baby~" You whined, your head falling on his shoulder while you trailed your finger along his thigh, smirking when it stopped bouncing.
"We still have thirty minutes, don't start." He reminded.
"I'm not starting anything, I'm just bored." You defended, your finger trailing closer up his thigh, biting your lip as he sucked in a breath.
"Then move your hand."
"Why?" You pouted, as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he grabbed your hand, placing it your own lap.
"Be a good girl and go sit on the couch before I snap." His tone left no room for argument, and you complied with a huff, getting and moving to plop yourself down on the couch.
-
Leaving in an hour was a lie as it was now half past when you were supposed to go, and you couldn't take it anymore.
"Aren't you tired?" You cooed while walking towards him, your hands coming up to massage his shoulders, smiling when he relaxed under your touch. "Why don't we go home and you can finish the lyrics there? You already finished the music."
