✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter twenty-three.

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SONG OF THE DAY :
miracle - paramore

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late at night, chia fulfilled her urge of playing the bass after a long time of not doing so.

it caught the attention of couch-sleeper youngho, who woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. the door was open so he got the opportunity to watch.

the woman was in her element. her hair was going all crazy, her hands moved quickly, her lips were pursed, and her focus was fully given. she managed to expertly give the rock song more soul even without a chord guide. her way could amaze anyone.

the song finished. once she put the pink bass covered with random stickers down and turned around to get on her feet, the six footer leaning on her doorframe with a red foam cup in hand startled her. she fell back on the bed, putting a hand on her chest.

"jesus!"

"no, it's youngho."

"corny," chia said. "did i wake you though? i was changing strings and got in the mood, sorry."

"it's okay. enjoyed the show."

youngho then entered.

"you play?"

he replied, "i gave up on it long ago. i can sing though. wanna hear?"

"it's 2am." she changed the topic after the indirect no. "why give up?"

"my fingers hurt."

before sitting near her (with the same maintain as much feet apart from each other rule), he subtly asked by tapping her bed twice, receiving her equally subtle nod.

she snickered at his words. "are your fingers that precious?"

"of course they are!"

he picked up her acoustic guitar unnoticed by the side.

"do you really not know how to play or are you just playing dumb?"

"why would i play dumb?"

"i don't know, it's a very you thing."

"you're saying i'm dumb?"

the way he shifted to a serious expression in a split second made her skin crawl. "let's just not talk."

"but i wanna keep talking." he pouted. assured her that he was not genuinely picking a fight, but also disturbed her.

"stop doing that."

he did not stop it on cue.

instead, he strummed on the guitar's fresh strings. confidently. he didn't even know what chords were. he just randomly moved his fingers on the fret boars, imagining he was one of those band experts. she snorted, laugh overpowering the unpleasant sound he was proudly creating.

"why are you laughing?"

"i've never heard something so fucking terrible. do it again."

youngho was unsure whether he should feel embarrassed or furious by how she made him a laughingstock throughout the night. he didn't even know why he continued what he was doing. it just ate his pride more and more.

but it soon became fine to him. she looked happy to the point where her eyes resembled crescents. and the best thing: he was the reason. that's great.

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