pairing: hyunwoo/shownu + unnamed oc
notes: hello, my pals, I am back from my hiatus. have the first part of this thing that is going to make me cry probably. you can find the rest under read more as always :) also i said fuck you capitalization
playlist: alone with you, pt.2 - rkcb
this is his favorite part of the week.
the moments when hyunwoo has free time, few and far between. time spent away from his members, from staff, from obligations. when his life feels like a constant whirlwind of never-ending activities, he thinks of that one sliver of peace he has each week when he spends it with her.
and he also thinks of the next time he will see her.
he never knows which day it will be, since it always depends on his hectic schedule. but he does his best to see her in person at least once a week.
the minute he walks through the door of her dimly lit studio (she says she focuses better when it’s dark), the only light sources from her computer and the neon lights she has placed throughout the room, he sees her smile and all of his worries and stress melt away. her studio is a place where time freezes and goes by all too quickly.
she squeals in delight at his arrival, hurriedly clearing her projects from the top of her desk and running around the room to make it look less messy.
he doesn’t mind though. a little mess never hurt anybody. he is messy too, and he’s told her several times before that he doesn’t mind it. he just feels honored that she’s comfortable with him seeing her here, in her domain, her safe haven. she usually worked alone, rarely doing collaborations with other producers (she told him most of them were pompous arrogant jerk-offs who looked down on her because she was a woman in the industry), and so it was a rare thing for someone to be inside her studio with her.
he smiles at her adoringly, the messy bun of her dark hair on top of her head bouncing around as she laughs awkwardly that she doesn’t know how this happens each time – knowing he is coming over and she still rushes around to tidy up when he appears.
he doesn’t understand why every time he comes, she always insists on clearing off the cozy, plush cherry red loveseat right next to her desk. no matter where it starts, they always end up on the floor.
she goes back over to her desk and tells him of the song she just heard, not even a minute before he walked in, and his smile becomes wider.
this is what they do. they both are constantly searching for new music, and when they came across a song they like or they think the other will like, they put it in a playlist. once a week, sometimes more, they meet here in her studio and the world fades away as they enjoy new music.
