Title:Comfort Zone.

By: Kanae

Featuring: Yong Junhyung & 4minute’s Hyuna (Junah / HyungA)

Genre: General - Romance

Rating:

Word Count: 1.756

Author’s Notes:The rap used here is 4minute’s “Huh” but letting that aside, this fic doesn’t really have a particular timeline. In my mind this scenario happens all the time lol Also, I just couldn’t come up with a good title for this one… sorry about the lame one up there (and for the lackluster graphic ;~;)

Summary: Junhyung helps Hyuna with the lyrics of her rap and one thing leads to another.

He doesn't even register what he's saying until the words are out.

He halts, an all-too familiar voice carrying over to him through the half-open door of the small studio. Feeling curious enough to forget the fact that he was tired—tired to the point where his legs and eyes ached—he pushes the door open, just a little bit more, just enough to look inside and see her.

She is sitting by the desk, alone. He is used to the picture; he has found her that way countless of times whenever she had new lyrics to learn—and so he recognizes all too easily that impatient tap of her pencil against the desk's surface, the frustrated scratch of her nails against her scalp.

He can't help but smile, amused by her predictable antics. Before he knows it he's leaving the door behind and stepping in, placing a hand on the back of her chair and unintentionally startling her. Her earphones fall off as she wipes her head towards him, eyes wide.

His smile morphs into a smirk.

"Scaredy-cat"

He teases fondly, and Hyuna heaves in a deep and deliberately overdramatic breath while she clutches her heart with one hand and smacks his arm with the other.

"Yah! I thought you were already in your dorm!"

"I was on my way." Is his simple reply, after which he makes pause where he allows some curiosity to shine through the amusement in his eyes. "What is it this time?"

Hyuna pouts, a whine already forming on her pretty lips.

"I'm trying to come up with lyrics for my rap since they haven't been decided yet. But... Aish~ I'm drawing a blank here"

She looks down at the void paper on her hands, dejectedly. And Junhyung finds that something in her beaten demeanor makes his lips move on their own accord.

He doesn't even register what he is saying until the words are out.

"Do you want me to help you out? I could write the lyrics for you"

He is supposed to be tired. He is supposed to be on his way to the dorm, on his way to his bed, on his way to a night full of rest after an extremely tiring day.

But when Hyuna's stare meets his own—her eyes light up with some unnamed emotion Junhyung doesn't miss but doesn’t dare to acknowledge—his legs no longer feel any pain and his eyes don’t ache anymore. Suddenly there are no traces of drowsiness left in that body of his.

"Aigoo~ you're the best, Junhyung oppa!"

He smirks.

"And don't you dare forget it.” Hyuna giggles and gives his arm another playful smack, so light this time that Junhyung wouldn’t have felt it weren’t it for the warmth of her skin. It’s that very same warmth that which makes him clear his throat as he speaks, eyes deliberately set on that ipod of hers. “Now, be a good girl and move over so I can hear the rhythm"

The girl nods gracefully and compliantly hands him the earphones, standing up and leaving him the chair as she does so. Their fingers brush one another’s and the chair is still warm, but Junhyung pays it no heed and focuses on his work.

He is focused enough on the track to remain unaware of Hyuna’s humming, but somehow he isn’t focused enough to be completely oblivious of the way her eyes are set on him.

She remains silent though. So Junhyung pretends to ignore that, too.

-

"Done"

He doesn't know what time it is or how long he has been bent over the desk, writing; but the thought of checking a watch doesn't even go through his head as Hyuna leans in to read the lyrics over his shoulder. It would be easier to just hand her the notebook but Junhyung remains motionless, her auburn tresses tickling his cheek and shoulders.

Obliviously, Hyuna murmurs the lyrics tentatively, tasting the words on her tongue. When she's done she turns towards him with a grin and an appreciative nod of her head.

"It sounds cool! Everyone's gonna love it, oppa~!"

Junhyung dismisses the compliment with adept ease by a wave of his hand, and then points towards the lyrics.

"You need to get the beat just right to make justice to them though. Read them again, let me hear you"

She doesn't pout and neither does she complain; when it came to work, HyunA was more focused than anyone Junhyung has known. This time around the brunette does pick up the notebook, and so Junhyung twirls the chair around so that he's facing her as she begins to read.

"Keep it ma way u can't touch us—"

"Nah, hold on. Pronounce it like this, it fits the beat more smoothly and sounds cooler" He instructs before giving her an example; in which he makes sure to carefully pronounce each syllable in the way he envisioned them to sound as he wrote them down.

Hyuna listens thoughtfully and then imitates him once he gives her the signal with a motion of his hand.

Her try is good but it's not perfect—so Junhyung nags and forces her to repeat it, adds more and more corrections until their voices merge and their pronunciation is identical.

It is only then that Junhyung smirks with satisfaction and gives Hyuna an approving nod.

"Not bad~! Let's keep going"

They repeat the process a few times per each line, and once she has gotten the hang of the beat of all the words she begins to put the notebook down. Alas, Junhyung has other plans in mind. So his fingers curl around her thin wrist, earning himself a surprised and confused look from Hyuna to which his sole reply is an arched eyebrow.

"What do you think you're doing, Hyuna-yah? You have yet to rap them along to the track"

This time Hyuna does frown, her lips curving downwards in a half-pout.

"Aigoo then you do it first. You won't let me go until I do it just like you anyway"

"True.” Junhyung agrees shamelessly, before giving her a slight and encouraging smile as he lets go of her wrist. "Listen well okay?"

She nods eagerly, if somewhat annoyed by his insistence—and so Junhyung starts doing what he does best, the beat coming to him effortlessly even though he hasn't heard the song more than twice.

When he’s done he meets Hyuna’s eyes and the girl claps, grinning. “Yah, you’re too good, oppa!”

He can’t help but to smile. Her genuine enthusiasm was as contagious as always. “I wrote this for you to shine though, so you’re the one who has to be good at it”

He waves his hand, motioning that she should repeat it. So she takes a deep breath and follows suit.

She doesn't even get to the third line when Junhyung is already stopping her, frowning.

"No, no—It's supposed to be like this, you gotta do it faster"

"Like this?" Hyuna tries, but Junhyung shakes his head again.

"Smoother, don't lose the beat"

"Is it better now?"

Junhyung clicks his tongue, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "It's missing something… I’m not sure what, though"

And it was true. No matter how hard he racked his brain he couldn’t pin point what, exactly, was rubbing him the wrong way. It was kind of frustrating.

The girl sighs, finally putting the notebook down. "I'll do it right once I'm dancing to it, I have to feel the musi—" She stifles a gasp and all of a sudden she’s turning towards him, a wide smile starting to curve up her lips as her eyes light up. Junhyung can only stare, blinking confusedly at the change in her behavior. "We have most of the choreography down, wanna see it oppa?"

She’s obviously excited by the prospect of showing the dance to him, so Junhyung shrugs and gives her a small smile. "Sure"

The lack of excitement in his reply does nothing to lower Hyuna's spirits as she unplugs the earphones from her ipod touch and connects them to the speakers, before taking a few steps back to put more distance between herself and the boy.

“On the count of three, ‘kay? 1, 2, 3!”

Knowing what he was being asked to do, Junhyung clicks play and the song starts blasting from the speakers at a nice volume, but he doesn’t quite get to appreciate the quality of it as his attention is claimed by something else entirely.

By someone, to be more precise. Because Kim Hyuna has started to dance.

And it's like all of a sudden there's a different girl in front of him. Gone is the whiny cutie who had been pouting at him and giving him puppy eyes just three minutes ago and there's a woman in her place instead—but not any kind of woman, no. There’s a woman with killer movements and fierce charisma and a presence so piercing, so overwhelming that Junhyung felt as if he were being hypnotized by her and every turn of her hips, every swept of her hair.

By the time the moment to rap comes Junhyung has practically forgotten its existence. So when Hyuna parts her lips, he’s taken aback.

"Keep it ma way u can’t touch us nal kkeokkeuryeo hadaga neon dachyeo

Real music-euro mujanghan young ladies sunjinhan pyojeongeun neol wihan ma fake skill

Oh,oh beolsseo sumeobeoryeotni deo kkok kkok sumeora meorikarak bo-illa

Ireon nal gamdong hal su itgetni huh? Ajik boyeojulke sandeomiya huh!"

Junhyung can only stare, unaware of the fact that he has forgotten to breathe.

Not only had she managed to get every single word right—she had also gotten down the beat he had taught her and had shifted it slightly, giving it her own style and complimenting his lyrics in a way he hadn't thought possible.

What she had done—that mixture between his style and hers, it was—it was—

"Yah, how was it?"

Hyuna asks excitedly, practically bouncing as she comes to stand before him, and the breathlessness in her voice serves to reminds Junhyung that he is supposed to breathe, too, and he has to clear his throat and fake a cough as he says, as nonchalantly as he possibly can—

"It... it was pretty cool"

Perfect, is what he would have liked to say.

It was perfect.

And as Hyuna looks at him, her grin widening with the same unnamed emotion he had spotted before, Junhyung can't help but to slowly grin back.

She has gotten good at reading him.