✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Guitar☆Sunoo☆

This a crazy fluff chapter. Ima melt.
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It was a dark Saturday night in the middle of fall, and the window was slightly cracked to allow air to flow through your boyfriend's room.

You were lying on the bed, just scrolling through your phone, as he was trying to practice a riff on his electric guitar.

He sighs, leaning his head back in annoyance. "I can't get this damn riff down." He says this as he repeatedly goes over it again and again.

He puts down his guitar in frustration, rubbing his face with his hands. "I'm losing my mind; this is like the 100th time I messed up that single part."

He groaned to himself, leaning against the wall. He glances at you, silently watching him for awhile. "You just going to sit there?" He says one of his eyebrows is raised high.

He rolls his eyes at your silence before moving to the bed, taking a seat next to you, resting his head on your shoulder, a slight pout on his face.

"Babe," he says quietly against your shoulder. "Do I really sound that bad?" He asks with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

You softly chuckle, cupping his cheek, and say, "Not even close to bad, Sunoo."

"Then, why can't I get this riff down?" He says, a hint of anger in his voice, his face buried into the crook of your neck. "I've been playing for years. I should be able to do this on the first try." He grumbles, shifting so that he could wrap one arm around you, pulling you into him.

"Relax, you'll get it soon, baby."

"Mm." He grumbles, leaning into your touch, a slight frown on his face. "But I want to get it now," he complains, shifting so that he could tuck his head under your chin.

"You've got to be patient."

"I stink at being patient, babe. You know that." He grumbles into your neck, and he plants a few little kisses on your neck.

"Why don't you take a break... and cuddle with me?" you happily smile, hoping he would say yes.

He lets out a huff and says, "Fine." He grumbles, lying down on the bed, grabbing your arm, and pulling you down with him, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"It's 1 a.m.; we should sleep."

"Mm...yeah... I suppose we should." He mumbled, burying his head back into the crook of your neck. He held you close, his arm tightly around your waist, and his leg wrapped around yours.

"Y/N?" He says it quietly. "I hope you know how much I love you, right?" He asks, his voice a little muffled due to burying his face into your neck.

"You say it every day."

"I just want you to know in case you forgot." He teases gently, poking your side. He nuzzles his head into your shoulder.

He lets out a yawn before burying his face into your neck, mumbling something about loving you before he drifts off to sleep.

A few days have passed.

He practically burst through the door, a smile on his face as he stood in your room, slightly panting from running. "Y/N!!" He said loudly, "I finally got that riff!!"

He was beaming with pride, obviously very pleased with himself. He stepped closer to you, a big grin on his face.

"I finally got that one part that had me in a headlock!" He says, his expression like a puppy that just did a trick.

You smile, feeling proud. "Let's hear it."

His smile only widened; he nodded, excited to show you. He walked over to his guitar, sitting down in a nearby chair, picking the instrument up.

He looked at it for a second, strumming a few random chords, before he began to play the actual riff he was practicing. He looked at you while he played, waiting for your reaction.

He continued to play for a bit, his fingers gliding across the strings with practiced ease. He glanced up at you every once in a while, waiting for your reaction.

Once he finished the riff, he looked at you expectantly, a smile on his face. "So?"

"That was amazing!"

His smile widened, and he was very pleased that you had liked it. "Yeah?" He said, with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Like, really good?" He asked, setting his guitar down, standing up from the chair, and walking towards you.

"Well, it was better than what I heard a couple of nights ago," you giggle, making him give out a scoff and a small grin on his face as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Rude. You're so rude, you know that?" He says this, pinching your side gently.

"Im kiddinggg" You laugh, kissing his cheek. "I'm so proud."

A slight blush covers his face at your kiss, and a small pout is on his lips. Despite the pout, he gave you a big smile and wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you in for a full-on hug.

"Damn right, you better be proud. I've been practicing for days!"

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in slightly. He stayed like that for a few seconds before pulling away slightly, planting a few kisses on your neck and jawline.

"So when's your next concert?"

"Next week." He mumbled against your neck, his lips brushing against your pulse point."You're coming, right?"

"When next week?"

"It's this Friday. Why? You got plans or something?"

"Perfect, I'm free Friday."

"You better be there. I want my girlfriend in the front row."

"I'll be cheering like crazy for you."