#i have too many bulletpoints so i gotta add in that little *~readmore~* button LOL

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muse — lee byounggon

summary: an empty studio filled with nothing, but love. genre: fluff word count: 1.5k pairing: boyfriend!byounggon x reader a/n: i combined two anon’s requests together which were 1. a cute byounggon bullet scenario and 2. late night studio visit with byounggon. i hope everyone enjoys this and i personally believe that this is a little sloppy, so sorry about that!!! ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)

“you don’t know how badly i want to see you right now” byounggon mumbles into his cellphone

“you’re not the only one feeling this horrible pain.” you spoke into the other line as you agreed with him

it was midnight

the loneliest hour of the night

at this time, byounggon was pulling another all-nighter in the studio as he worked on a self-composed song

you were awake solely based on the fact that you wanted to keep byounggon company by talking to him on the phone (it may also be because you messed up your sleeping schedule by playing so much games during the late night)

“you know, you can come over right now.”

“to the yg studio?” you exclaim since you’ve never stepped foot in such a luxurious building before. “i thought you all weren’t allowed to bring visitors in?”

“who said i was bringing in a visitor?” byounggon began to chuckle in a mischievous manner. “listen, it’s twelve at night and the security guards could care less about who walks in. trust me, you won’t get caught.”

in a matter of minutes, you found yourself standing right outside of the building

after all, you would do anything for byounggon

“over here!” byounggon tried his best to stay quiet as he called out for you

in order to not get caught by the security guards, you entered through a back door, which was only used by people who were the most familiar with the structure of the building

byounggon clenched onto your hand as he guided you through the deep, yet empty, hallways

when the two of you encountered a security guard, you both began to dash, but that couldn’t hide the fact that you were both giggling like little childrens

in all honesty, the security guards weren’t bothered by your presence, even though visitors weren’t allowed at such an hour

if anything, fellow security guards thought you two were trainees who were secretly dating when they checked the cctv footage

“see! those were the two trainees i saw last night in the hallways. man, if only our lives were that simple.”

“once their managers find out about them— bam! it’s game over.”

the studio was quiet

maybe too quiet

it wasn’t how you imagined it to originally be

there were no groups of crazy, yet youthful, boys in sight

and instead, the only person you saw, was byounggon

you didn’t mind that and if anything

you really enjoyed the view you had of him

“now that you’re here, i can finally focus and work on these lyrics.” byounggon gripped onto your chair, that you were already currently sitting on, and pulled it closer to him

the less space

the better

he wanted to be close to you

physically and mentally

“you said that you can finally focus on your lyrics, but why is all of your attention on me?” you jokingly claim while staring directly into byounggon’s eyes

you knew his weakness

and it was you

“well,” his eyes creases into mini crescent moons as he reaches out to grab a hold of your hand “my lyrics are being written after you, so i need my muse with me in order to get the full effect.”

not only were you his significant other, but you were also his muse

little did you know about all of the songs that he has written about you in the past

if you’re really curious about the songs, then you can just scavenge through his bag and read through his journal, which has all of his song lyrics, written about you, with his pen ink smeared across

byounggon didn’t lie

having you directly next to him made him more productive than he was for the past three hours

he continued to write lyrics one after another

all while holding your hand with his other hand that wasn’t occupied by a pen

you two remained silent in the moment, but as usual, you didn’t mind

every moment when you two are together is enjoyable, even counting the silent moments too

you were both blinded by love

by the seconds that past by, you began to become curious as to what exactly byounggon is jotting down in his notebook

you slowly approached him and slid his journal out of his sight and into yours

you proceeded to read what he came up with, and you immediately knew it was about you

there was no doubt

but you still asked “who is this about?”

“hyunsuk.” byounggon jokingly responded back, squeezing your hand a bit tighter while breaking into a mini laughter

“then i guess you wouldn’t mind me writing about junkyu too, right?” you teased him right back

as the name ‘junkyu’ spewed out of your mouth, byounggon instantly stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at you, pretending to be annoyed

but he could never be annoyed with you

it was a joke after all and you two regularly pester each other

“wanna hear a song i made a month ago?” byounggon asked even though he was already in the process of opening the music file

it was more like a “im going to show you a song i made a month ago.”

“yedam helped me with this one.” he added on, officially clicking the play button

once more, you two sat in silence and listened to the self-composed song

you were immersed in the song while byounggon was staring at you the whole entire time, wanting to see your facial expression to see whether or not you enjoy it

the song was more on the mellow side

byounggon rapped for the first and second verse while yedam sang the chorus

if you really put some thought into it, their voices contrasted one another

yedam’s voice is known to be as sweet as honey while byounggon’s voice is raspy and deep just like a black hole

when the song finally reached it’s ending, byounggon impatiently wanted your feedback “so?”

“yedam’s voice is seriously out of this world!” you gushed out loud while clapping your hands in excitement

that wasn’t exactly what byounggon wanted to hear

but as long as you liked it in some form

then he’s happy

his happiness revolves around you

the moon is still in the sky

and you’re losing track of the amount of hours you’ve been awake for

you lay your arms out on the desk and rest your head on top of them, laying your head sideways, so you can look up at byounggon

byounggon notices your action and stops what he’s doing

by doing the complete same as you, resting his head while looking directly into your pupils

you both don’t say a single word, but you both grin at each other

as if you both knew the other one was going to smile at the same exact time

byounggon lifts up his hand and runs it through your lock of hair

it was soothing and all you did in return was continue to smile for him

everyone smiles and it’s simply a natural thing to do

but why does byounggon’s heart race whenever he sees you smile?

his heart beats faster and faster

he sure hopes yours is beating just as quick as his

to cure his poor heart, he leans in, breaking the space

and kisses you softly on the lips

straightaway, you kiss byounggon’s lips back, reassuring him he’s not the only one alone in this feeling

everything goes quiet

there were no one knocking on the door, no footsteps and no music playing in the background

the only visible sounds were your’s and byounggon’s lips smacking against each others

and perhaps, your heart was beating just as loud

byounggon definitely knows how to steal your breath and give it back to you all in one

both of your hearts were blossoming like a field of flowers

maybe byounggon will make a song based off of this

the one thing you disliked about leaving byounggon was that you were unsure when will be the next time you’ll see him again

the two of you stood outside the building as you both waited for a taxi to stop by

his arms were wrapped around your waist as he dug his face in between the area between your shoulder and neck

“you really need to go back home. it’s already three am and you have school in the morning.” byounggon reminded you even though he was the one clinging onto you

“i can’t leave if you’re clinging onto me like a koala.” you chuckled, causing him to embrace you even tighter than beforehand

a taxi driver passes by, asking if you need a ride home

you both knew this was your call to leave

before you break the embrace to enter the car

byounggon leaves a quick peck on your forehead

the two of you wave goodbye to one another

the goodbye is more of a “see you later”

you both didn’t know when that day will come

but you’ll both make it work somehow

because you and byounggon would do anything for one another