“Babe, are you coming down? You’ve been here for hours now, I think you should take a break.” His reassuring voice came up from behind you and during other days it would have been the most melodic sound you could hear. At this moment though you wished to hear some other kind of music, anything would be good enough, but you just couldn’t do it. For days you had been sitting in front of this stupid piano, staring at the white and black keys while wishing that something magical would happen as you would write a song for your next album, until now it wasn’t a big success. Sometimes it seemed as if the instrument was just laughing with you, mocking with you as you rammed your fingers down on the buttons and wouldn’t make anything than a horrible sounds fill the room. You mumbled something at him, which he could impossibly understand from his position in the doorway and he stared at you with big eyes as he watched you laying down on top of the piano, your head of top of your arms while you were seated on the small bench. He was sure that during the moment he had first heard you play he had officially fallen in love with you. It had been one year and seven months ago, when he had seen you sitting behind a giant piano at a random place, loosing yourself in the music. It had taken him a while to realize that he actually knew you, a member of a girlband from Pledis entertainment. Of course he had noticed you before, with your visuals it was impossible not for you to stand out. The only thing he had been able to do was stare at you with his jaw dropped, until his friend had nudged him in the stomach and had told him not to make a fool out of himself and to stop drooling onto the floor. 

But he hadn’t been able to help himself, the way your fingers had been moving over the keys with ease, as if the music had been flowing right out of your hands, how you small frame had been swinging from left to right while your eyes had been fluttered close, a small blush playing on your cheeks, it had taken his breath away. It had taken him another month before he had found the courage to talk to you and ask you for your number, he had done it during a variety show where both of your bands had been invited. He still remembered how nervous he had been, how he had brushed his sweaty palms against the fabric of his jeans and how his leader had patted him on the shoulder to give him some courage. When he had finally reached you, you had flashed him one of those wonderful smiles, which you almost gave to anyone. He had always noticed that you smiled very often, and maybe that was why he thought that your presence was able to light up a room, even on a clouded day. He had shyly introduced himself to you, his usual confidence had been traceless and he was sure he had been blushing madly when he had asked you for your number. Thank god that you hadn’t shot him down, because he never would have been able to look at you again from embarrassment. But now that beautiful smile was nowhere to be seen, and Baekhyun frowned as he pushed himself away from the doorframe and made his way over to you. It had been one of the first things you had said when he has asked you to move in with him, to buy your own little place. “But we can have a piano right?” By the way you had been staring at him, those big puppy eyes darting right into his, he hadn’t been able to say no to you. And here it was, in the middle of your shared apartment, where the two of you had been living for two months now. 

Slowly he made his way over to you, his socks slippy on the wooden floor and he stopped shuffling when he stood next to you. He could see the soft raising and falling of your shoulders, the way your hair was a little messed up, as if someone had been brushing her hands through it multiple times. For a moment he believed he had interrupted you while you had been falling asleep, which made him frown. He didn’t want you to sleep here, and surely not in this kind of position. “___________?” He quietly whispered your name, and to his delight you reacted, sighing deeply before lifting your head up and sitting up straight again. Something about the look on your face didn’t please him, he didn’t like to see those small wrinkles in between your eyebrows, or to see your mouth corners pulling down. You blinked your eyes at him, as if you were surprised to see him standing beside you all of a sudden, as if you hadn’t expected him to show up. “What were you saying?” You asked him, eyeing him up and down and noticing that he was already in his pajamas. What time was it anyway and how long had you already been sitting here? There was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart skip a beat, he always had that look on his face when he was planning to say something you wouldn’t like to hear. To your surprise he suddenly took place on the small bench next to you, and the two of you crushed together on the small black wood