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I watched in awe as I looked at Jeno softly playing the guitar while singing along.
Me: "Wow..."
Jeno: "🎵Your loving takes me higher. You set my heart on fire. When you touch my body got me- 🎵"
Both: "🎵Singing like Mariah.🎵"
He peered up at me and smiled as I smiled back at him.
Jeno: "Do you wanna try and play?"
Me: "Oh no, I'd rather watch you. Besides, I'm not any good at it anyway."
Jeno: "I'll make you better then."
Me: "Jeno I said-"
He got up and sat next to me, gently handing me the guitar. I shot him a questioning look as he urged me to take the guitar in my hands. Finally giving up, I took it and stared down at the strings.
Me: "So how do I play it?"
Jeno: "First of all let me see you play it."
Me: "Jeno."
Jeno: "Yes."
Me: "You know I can't play."
Jeno: "Just randomly strum the strings."
Me: "Okay?"
Jeno: "Sing for me too."
Me: "Wow you're being very demanding aren't you?"
Jeno: "Shh, just let your voice flow with the guitar."
Me: "What song should I sing?"
Jeno: "How about-"
Me: "Here's a song for you my man."
Jeno sat opposite me lightly chuckling and smiling at my comment as I cleared my throat and strummed the guitar gently at first. I continued to strum it as I sang along.
Me: "🎵Can we fall, one more time? Stop the tape, and rewind. Oh and if you walk away, I know I'll fade. Cuz there is nobody else it's gotta be youuu. Oh only youuuu.🎵"
Jeno: "Wow. My girl can sing."
I stopped and laughed to myself handing Jeno the guitar back.
Me: "I'll let the professional take it from here."
Jeno: "You still have to sing with me."
Me: "I told you I can't sing-"
Jeno: "Try telling me that again when you can't hit high notes, do falsetto or vibrato."
Me: "I-"
Jeno began strumming the guitar.
Jeno: "Which song would you like to sing?"
Me: "Hmm, you choose."
Jeno: "🎵I like me better when I'm with you.🎵"
Me: "🎵I like me better when I'm with you.🎵"
Jeno: "🎵I knew from the first time, 🎵"
Me: "🎵I'd stay for a long time cuz, 🎵"
Jeno: "🎵I like me better when, 🎵"
Me: "🎵I like me better when I'm with you.🎵"
We both hummed along to the instrumental and broke into small yet big smiles.
Jeno: "How about acapella?"
Me: "Hmm, I still can't sing-"
Jeno: "Music to my ears is what your voice is. Whether you're singing or not your sweet tone causes my heart to skip a beat. Your voice is music, so captivating and pleasant to listen to and hard not to be addicted to."
I smiled looking down.
Jeno: "🎵You're beautiful.🎵"
Me: "Oh I'm really not-"
Jeno: "🎵You don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful oh oh.
That's what makes you beautiful.🎵"
He finished singing and shyly smiled at himself and then at me.
Me: "Your singing is what's beautiful."
Jeno: "What about me?"
Me: "Your singing is more beautiful."
He put his hand onto his chest pretending to be hurt.
Jeno: "Ouch."
I chuckled and sighed to myself.
Me: "It's so nice to finally have some free time to ourselves."
Jeno: "It really is. I'm so glad we both are free. How about some cookies?"
Me: "You go get them."
Jeno: "Excuse me?"
Me: "Okay then. I'll get cookies for myself."
Jeno: "That's just bullying."
He pouted and frowned looking at me and then turned away upset.
Me: "I was joking honey I'll get them for the two of us."
Jeno: "How about a glass of water too-"
Me: "Yes water too my love. God so picky."
Jeno: "Can't a guy ask his girl for water now?"
Me: "I was joking. Can't even take a joke."
Jeno: "Heeeey I can!"
Me: "No you can't."
Jeno: "Listen here young lady."
Me: "Yes old man?"
Jeno gasped and walked up to me.
Jeno: "You are one rude lady."
Me: "And you are one stupid man."
Jeno: "This is what you get for saying that."
He sprinted out of the room faster than my brain could process. As I ran to the top of the stairs, I gazed down at him with the cookies in his hand.
Me: "Lee Jeno!"
Jeno: "Y/N L/N!"
Me: "My cookies!"
Jeno: "No mine!"
He stuck his tongue out and ran.
That little-
- The End -

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