@ʜᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ -this dark brows raised at the nudge, halting momentarily to look at your face before leaning to kiss your other cheek, until his expression is that of elation upon learning that both of you shared something in common-
can you get anymore attractive? you play instruments too. please, teach me your ways. I am always eager to learn.
-he cooed at the most endearing sight of you, his heart full of unexplainable affection observing your pretty face, one he could stare at for hours, days, months even years without getting bored-
yes, our place. let me give this house as dowry for you, per our customs.
come on then. I cannot keep my pretty baby hungry for long.
@ʙᴏꜱꜱ ᴄʜᴀɪᴋᴀᴍᴏɴ ᵇᵉᵗᵃ he let out a small hum while nodding his head, still finding the skill impressive no matter what. lightly nudging your side with a small cheeky grin plastered all across his face as he tilts his head to the side.
that's cool either way. i can play the guitar too, its been awhile tho. i used to play it often before. i can teach you one or two things if you want? hehe.
follows you closely from the side like a lost pup as he keep looking around in awe, looking over at you upon hearing your words feeling his heart skipped a beat as he mutters out shyly.
our place huh...? that sounds nice.
@ʜᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ -naturally, their hands are interlocked, receiving the small squeeze of reassurance made him smile. he glanced back at his old friend laid on the sofa, recalling the previous sleepless night spent strumming the strings until dawn hit. the brief rumination ended once he brought his attention back to you, nodding in affirmation at your question.
yes, I can play the guitar. not an expect, but I can play a decent tune or two.
-he replied, guiding you through the lounge area turning towards the right when the dinning room and kitchen was situated, no walls dividing the two area for a more open and fluid space without restrictions.
our place.
-he corrected, pressing a kiss on your cheek-
@ʙᴏꜱꜱ ᴄʜᴀɪᴋᴀᴍᴏɴ ᵇᵉᵗᵃ he stares up at the building in front of him as he made a mental note to himself to remember the place and to drop by once again somewhere in the future. he let out a small chuckle at the comment as he lightly shake his head. "it's alright! i mean it was sudden after all." he shuffles right behind as he mutters out a soft excuse me, instantly being greeted by a familiar scent all across the room surrounding him. his eyes quick to scan around his surrounding being a curious pup he is, spotting the guitar far away on the furniture. "you can play? the guitar i mean." he sounded a little surprise at the fact since he wasn't expecting that if anything. "oh! okay coming." he replies as he steps closer to you, instantly grabbing the hand as he gives it a small squeeze. "your place is pretty big huh."
@ʜᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ - their intertwined hands mindlessly swing back and forth between them, their unhurried pace matched perfectly as they found themselves in front of his house. the rarest occasion that he allowed anyone to enter his personal residence, something that had been off-limits aside from his parents and younger sister whom he dearly adored.
-he detached this hands momentarily, taking to quick steps to stand in front of the door, habituated with typing the passcode with his left hand, accompanied by the electronic beeping as the door unlocks, his fingers curled around the door handle, twisting it open as the door swung ajar.
"I wasn't expecting guests, so it's a bit messy."
-he explained, turning on the light switch to reveal the interiors of his 'disorganised' house, the only discord was the acoustic guitar laid down on the plush brown sectional couch in the living room and a blanket draped over the said furniture, cascading down the wengue floor and a pair of pillows scrunched into a tortured ball, revealing its owner lousy sleeping habits. a mini phone tripod stood on the oval center table (his usual location for instagram live), beside it was a square pearly pink jewellery box. his gaze lingered on the box, before looking away with a secret smile.
-the house was jarringly different compared to its owner's disposition, as his loving mother had pointed out during one of the 'monthly familial visit' just a few weeks ago. high ceiling, gigantic crystal chandelier above and a spiralling staircase leading towards the second floor, where his bedroom and other guestrooms was situated, in summary the classy house didn't fit his boorish personality.
"this kitchen is this way, baby."
-he says, holding his hand out towards you-
searing agony burned his stomach and throat, laying on his belly, his face buried pillow scrunched up into a tortured ball around his right arm, the clothes were long abandoned, leaving a careless trail beginning from the doorway. his hips was raised, groaning as his rubbed against the mattress. he wanted relief, no, he needed relief. a desperate hand stretched out, searching for the suppressants kept inside his bedside drawer.
