could I request a soft and fluffy yuto scenario something like staying with him in his studio and he shows you a sneak peek of his mixtape and the reader is just really proud of him
Yo okay this came out angstier than I thought ,sdfjbsdifgub, sorry about that. But one thing led to another and suddenly it became a little like a comfort fic. BTW, Yuto doesn’t really have a song like that, I just made it up. #CreativeLiberties
Disclaimer: there isn’t much actual listening to music huhu SORRYYYY
WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 1,059.
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Soft Music
A quiet knock interrupts the silence of the studio. Yuto jumps, startled by the noise, although he’s startled by most things, so what’s new? He takes off his headphones, and leaves them to hang around his neck as he turns around the in the swivel chair, just in time to see you peek your head through the door. You have a black face mask on that hides most of your face, but he knows you’re smiling because he’s smiling, too.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, opening his arms out, requesting a hug, and you close the door gently behind you with a beep before skipping over to him and eagerly wrapping your arms around him. Yuto is wearing a windbreaker jacket, and it feels like being embraced by a cloud. You nuzzle your face in his chest before pulling away and taking off your mask. “I thought your rehearsals start at 3.” He turns back to the monitors to get a quick glance at the time--1:05.
You’re pulling off your tweed coat and draping it over the back of the small sofa as you say, “My schedule this morning finished early, so I decided to just head here. Might as well come early.” You prop a hand on Yuto’s shoulder to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up and plopping down on the couch with a smile. “And you texted me this morning saying that you’re gonna be working on something in the studio, so I decided to stop by.”
A smile had wormed its way onto Yuto’s face when you kissed him, and he doesn’t think it’s going away anytime soon. He sighs, light and loving, and says, “You sure you wanna kill time here? I’m just working on my songs, so it might be a little boring.”
“Hey, I do whatever you do, too,” you say, changing your weight to your side in order to recline along the length of the couch. Yuto watches and giggles as you pat around your head for the big Pikachu plushie to hug.
“I know,” he replies easily. “But I know it’s not your genre, so I get it if you decide to leave early—,”
“Yuto,” you suddenly say, sitting up with the plushie in your arms, whose head partially covers your face. “I like your music, okay? I’ve told you before that I really like the stuff that you make, so you tweaking your songs in front of me is a treat. So what if it’s not my genre? My music isn’t your go-to either, but you always listen to it,” you say with a smile, scootching over to the edge of the couch to hold his clasped hands in yours.”I’m proud of you, love. And I wanna see you do what you love to do.”
If Yuto were more sensitive, he’d be crying right now. He’s always been a little shy, and since he’s not the type to speak out, he sort of gets lost in the crowd. It took him a long while to come out with a song, and even longer to put up his self-produced tracks, which he thinks don’t compare to all the ones that Kino, Wooseok, and Hui-hyung make. They’re geniuses, and he’s just that one guy who tries to make some stuff, too.
But here you are, holding his hands and his heart so softly in yours, singing him praises and encouragement in everything he does, and it makes him feel lighter. Like he can do anything. Yuto extracts his hands from yours and pulls his headphones off, depositing them on the desk. He takes your hands again and leans in, kissing you softly, so softly it feels like kissing flower petals.
Yuto rests his forehead against yours and takes a calming breath. “Okay. Just sit back, relax, and I hope you don’t mind me repeating sections of my songs over and over.”
You giggle, squeezing his hands just a tad. “’Course I don’t mind, if it means listening to your songs on loop.” He huffs a laugh and you smile, and everything is all right.
So you take your place on the couch and Yuto goes back to his computer. He unplugs the headphones so the music streams out from the speakers and bounces around the walls of the room. He works diligently, nodding his head to the beat, and occasionally asking for your input—“Do you think this one’s better oooor... this one? Do you think putting a reverb on it would make it sound better, or should I just leave it the way it is?” He plays the songs on loop, rearranges the order on the tape, and plays them all again.
You doze off at some point, and Yuto only notices when he asks you a question and you don’t answer, only to look back at you peacefully sleeping and clutching the big Pikachu in your arms. He may have taken a picture or two ‘cause you look so cute.
He continues playing his songs, on a lower volume, and keeps an eye out for the time since he has to wake you up; part of him wishes you have the whole afternoon off so he can spend more time with you (even if it’s just you sleeping), but he understands your situation, and is instead grateful to have been able to see you at all. At 2:45 he finally gets up from the chair and stretches before gingerly sitting beside you on the couch and shaking you awake.
It takes a few seconds for your brain to start up again, and when it does, you shoot him a soft, sleepy smile that makes Yuto’s heart melt. He tells you the time and you instantly shoot up, throwing the plushie at him and snatching your coat off the couch before mumbling something about texting him later. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before speeding out of the studio. He stares at the door, amused, before standing back up and turning off all the electronics.
He plugs his headset in and picks a track for his journey home. It’s something he wrote about you, about how good you are to him, and how he will never stop being thankful for your presence in his life.
“To You, To Me”.
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