"Jongie, c'mon. Get on with it, it's only me, you don't have to be nervous." 

"Key, c'mon. I can't get on with it, it's you, of course I'm nervous." He said mimicking my tone. 

His nerves seemed to have calmed down a bit, joking around always helped, and he leaned back on the door, closing it behind him. 

"So, did you write me another song?" I thought back to how he had confessed to me, and I couldn't help but hope it was. 

"No, it's not another song, this was much harder to write." he mumbled, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to me. 

"You know you're being ridiculously cute right now, right?" I couldn't help but ask, smiling as I watched him play with the hem of his shirt. 

"I can change that if you want," he looked up and his eyes met mine, a little smirk on his face. 

"Just say the word, Bummie." I shivered as he whispered into my ear, his voice deep and y. 

"I wouldn't mind that one bit. Although, I would like to know what's in that letter of yours first."