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A mellifluous melody weaved out of the surgery Yejun was overseeing in the music studio. He cannot lie, it was a busy period for them as their concert looms about the corner; which was a month later, but hey, no harm in starting early, right? Well, partially accurate. Everyone was preoccupied with a task to do, may be to compose background vocals or music or to incorporate novel steps. Exhaustion was starting to creep upon them. But the sweet vision of a great concert they'll offer to PPLI is what pushes them to the boundaries.
Such, it is without a doubt how Nam Yejun is still staring at the blazing screen in front of him, displaying intricate notes that he deciphers almost one by one. And, with fluttering vision, he glanced at the clock in the bottom-right corner. “Shoot! It's late.” He scrambled as he attempted to save his draft for the day, reaching out for the water bottle beside him as coughs erupted out of him. Then, a soft hand welcomes itself to his back as it softly strokes him to ease him out of his tussis.
“Do you have enough water?” Glistening blue eyes asked him as deft fingers massaged his head, reaching out to plant a peck on his forehead. Yejun hums as he strokes the hands on him, kissing them before letting himself lean on Noah who lightly laughs in his stupor. “Now, don't tell me you're laughing at your near-unconscious lover?” He teased while a pout formed itself on his lips. The blonde merely chuckled at him before rolling his chair around, letting himself settle between the arms of his beloved.
Light and dark melted and unified into one, cherishing the warm and joyous feeling of being held by the person they hold the greatest. Hands stroke the overloaded mind and cherry lips seal the perturbation inside. Fingers caress onto muscular thighs, squeezing as the sunshine tunes out a mellow. And he, the moon, went deeper, satiating the desire gnawing deep in their hearts.
Mind dazed, Noah lightly pushed into the latter’s chest, heaving a breath as he slumped into the chest welcoming him. “Let's go home, I'll just save these then fix things around, alright?” Yejun mumbled, heeding a soft reply from the man jumbled in his arms. He then dove into his task, sneaking an occasional kiss on the forehead to the man below him with arms squeezing his middle and fingers stroking his nape.
“I'm done, my Ven.” The man in his arms propped himself to the floor, stretching himself while laughs rung out. “Let’s go!” Noah cheered as his hands reached out for their belongings. “Let me help you, princess.” Yejun gently called; however, his hands reached into thin air as blue eyes everted his hands. “Now, we’re both beat tired. But let me help you, okay?” Azureous eyes glistened as a hand crept itself through the waist of the other, lips pasting themselves to the laughing blonde. “I love you, always remember that, my Ven.” Arms wrap themselves to the neck of the pale blue, muttering a soft, “I love you more”, in return.
And alas, the Vein and the Heart reconnected once again, working together to pump equilibrium to the vast body that composes a soft tune of ballad and intricate moves of waltz.