ᡣ𐭩 YEJI
While supporting your girlfriend while recording her next album in her studio, she suddenly needed your help, but what kind?...The booth was lit just enough for Yeji to read the lyrics sheet in front of her, the microphone adjusted to her height, the headphones snug around her ears. The soft hum of equipment fills the air, mixed with the distant sound of traffic from outside the studio walls.
She had been in there for half an hour already, but most of the takes weren't even full attempts - false starts, cut-off notes, a lot of long pauses. The scent of her cherry perfume lingers in the air, sweet with a hint of spice.
Taeyong leaned back in his chair at the control desk, tapping a pen against his notepad. The monitors in front of him showed the empty waves of her last attempt. His fingers hover over the soundboard, the glow of buttons casting blue light on his face.
He glanced at her through the glass, then at you, sitting next to him. You were quiet, watching Yeji with a small smile, your hand propping up your chin. The leather of the chair creaks slightly as you shift your weight.
She had barely made it through the first chorus before her eyes flicked sideways again, drawn to the glass. She held the sheet like it could help her focus, but her gaze wandered past the paper, past the mic, to where you sat just a few feet away on the other side.
When Taeyong finally left, Yeji's gaze immediately returned to you. She quietly patted her knees, and your legs carried you to her without hesitation, making you plop down on her lap. The warmth of her body seeps through your clothes, a familiar comfort.
"The song turned out good, didn't it?" she asked, as if genuinely interested in your opinion, then immediately bit her lower lip. "But it seems to me that it's not complete. Something else can be added to it."
Her hands gripped your hips slightly tighter, causing a languid sigh to escape your lips as she leaned closer to your ear, lightly biting your earlobe. Her breath is warm against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
"Your beautiful voice," she whispered before her lips gently touched the spot under your ear, "your breathless sighs," she chuckled softly, the vibration tickling your skin, "and your moans... will sound even more beautiful in combination with my voice."
Her cold hand moved lower, slipping under the hem of your sweatshirt, making you hold your breath as her fingers brush against your skin.
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