Entry Title: Saxophone Melody
Author: Amasaki Reyoko

Genre: Romance
Pairing: Jun Kouki x Amasaki Reyoko
Inspired: saxophone piece (by Yi Jung from Boys Over Flowers)

I heard him walking quietly behind me towards the radio on the shelf. Even before he did it I knew what he meant to do.

He didn’t say a word while his fingers brushed over the CDs I arranged neatly on the shelf next to the radio. Quietly as well, I sat down on the sofa in his apartment and while waiting for him I let my eyes look around the space I knew he always was whenever he wasn’t working or out with his friend or with me.

The room itself was spacious enough though not any bigger than needed for a man of twenty-one living on his own. I’ve already been in this apartment a couple of times before, but knowing me, I never paid attention to the small details of the room.

I never noticed before that the carpet was really soft and felt great to rub my feet again, it felt like real fur but I knew it wasn’t. I would’ve already killed him if it was. Nor did I take notice of the gentle lighting in the room he’d arranged himself. There were no overhead lights in his apartment. If they had been, he might’ve had them taken out because I couldn’t see any. All the lights in the room were either from small table lamps or lamp posts situated in the corners of the room. I had to admit, they gave off a really romantic feel, and I liked it.

“Want something to calm you down a bit?” he asked suddenly while I’d been studying the bookshelves lined against the wall next to his bed, filled to the brink with books of all shapes and sizes and thickness.

I looked at him, and he’d been smiling at me gently. I thought then, Aah. He really does look adorable when he smiles. I chuckled thinking how girlie I sounded. “Sure. I think that’ll help loads. Thanks.”

He flashed me another smile, and popped in a CD into the radio and pressed the ‘play’ button. In a few minutes the music from it began to play. I broke out into a smile and a quiet laugh recognizing the instrument being played. Saxophone. I recognized the melody too. It was the song that’d been played in the korean drama “Boys Before Flowers”. The guy I had liked the most out of the F4 then had played the song for the girl he liked.

It really was a romantic and touching song. Back then, and even now, listening to it fill the entire apartment with it’s soft note and flowing melody. Each note was precious. I remembered watching the boy play the saxophone then. How his eyes were closed as he played the memorized piece. He swayed his head a little too. He’d been really into the music he played. I like that about people who were really passionate about music. They would be so engrossed in their music that they’d forget everything else around them except for the music being played. And they played such wonderful music. I admired them for that.

He knew that very well.

“You like it?” he asked, walking up to the sofa.

I thought he’d sit down next to me. Instead he walked behind the sofa, and from there wrapped his arms slowly around my shoulders, his head resting on top of my head. It’d become a habit already. I used to hate everyone who was taller than me. It’d been one of the few gifts I had been given and I hated people surpassing my height. Especially if it was a guy. Even though I knew logically guys are suppose to be taller than girls.

“Feel better?” he continued to ask. He was softly swaying to the music now.

“Yeah…” I answered, smiling. I’d close my eyes at one point. Can’t remember when though. It was too comfortable.

The cold air brewing in the room thanks to the air-conditioning, the soft melody in the background, and the feel of him behind me, his hands around me. Aaah… if only things could always be this way. It was selfish of me to want something like that. For things to not change, and for me to always laze around his apartment like this.

“It’s okay,” he said suddenly, reading my mind. “You can stay as long as you want. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, I know you don’t.” I grinned.

He grinned back. I knew what was going through his mind. And everyone knew what was going through mine. But for now, that wasn’t important. This moment was. This moment with him.

“I’m glad I came over… thank you.”

“No problem.” He nodded. I felt him leaning even closer to me then. And if he hadn’t been leaning against my neck, his breath hot against my ear, I might have not heard what he’d said next. I’m glad I did hear it though. “I love you…”