_{the ‘this guitar could be you, babe’? definitely the dumbest shit he’s said but would he act on it? never in a million years without her consent. he sat next to her on a bench with his right leg crossed over his left— gently, almost hesitantly strumming the strings on the instrument he balanced on his thigh, playing something that sounded similar to ‘the audience is listening’ by st.eve v/ai. his relationship with soo turned out to be an awful lot like playing the guitar: there were moments where there were missteps, sometimes they went to wrong chords and there were more than enough times where they would get a bit frustrated with each other but the time, patience and hard work they put into it eventually paid off and the end result was really nice.} 

_{he gives her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as if he’s…struggling to keep himself from falling apart. as much as he hates introducing this egregious twist to the rest of his band mates’ plans; this stallion’s not so sure he wants to go ten years without seeing soo.}