His muse, Vivaldi's lover, playing on the strings of his soul, but melting away in his hands like wax from fire

Beomgyu always had a tendency to catch fire with ideas, yet quickly losing interest in them

Yet, you would never be the one who would lose his interest, would you?

*Love, inspiration, obsession — temporary ways to escape the routine, providing vibrant, unforgettable memories

In his memory, your lips were imprinted

You sat on the window sill, peering at the city lights below through the open window, wearing his wrinkled shirt, watching the bustling city at night which was lit with bright lights

"And there I am, have you been missing me?"

Beomgyu strolled into his apartment-studio, placing the electric guitar in its usual spot. In a flash, he made his way toward you, gently tidying your hair. The cup of cooling tea next to you now long forgotten

He stood in front of you, his arms resting at both sides of your hips, trapping you between him and the ledge. His gaze fixed on you, a smirk tugged at his lips

"You look good in my shirt," he breathed