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01:42 AM - FRIDAY...
I was trying to sleep after a long day while the television of my bedroom was iluminating the entire place...until I got a call from Yugo.
What did they wanted at such hours? That was what I asked myself and clicked to accept the call.
- "Are you up? I need ears that I trust." They said...I knew they would only ask such things if they really needed to...so that had to be important... right?
- "I am. I was trying to sleep but its not working. Do you need anything?" I asked already getting up from my bed and looking for anything to wear. Yugo had asked me to meet them at their studio. It was not far from where I lived, just 20 minutes away...I agreed to go meet them at the studio, so I quickly changed my pijama to a pair of baggy jeans, a white knitted sweater with dark red stripes and, a black jacket and sneakers...I got my keys and my umbrella and got outside.
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It was rainning, but it felt good to walk late at night while rainning with my headphones playing some music.
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I got to the studio pretty quick...the door was ulocked for me to get in, and, as soon as I got inside, I felt the warmth of the place. Yugo was on their PC with a blank word document. Yugo had their hair tied up in a low ponytail with some silver hairclips holding shorter layers of hair and they had their hoodie sleeves rolled up.
They looked really tired just by looking at their face...and as soon as they felt my presence, they turned around in their chair to look at me.
- "You're here..." They smiled warmly at me...and looked really tired and surounded by some milkshake cups in their desk.
- "yes, I came because you called, so it must be important..." I said, already having an idea of what you called me for - "pheraphs... you are having another block of creativity?" They were quickly caught out of guard by my quick guess. Then, explained that they couldnt write anything at the moment due to the lack of ideas.
- "I want you to listen to the small beat I made...I plan to use it on my new song that im trying to do" They said and handed me their headphones for me to listen. Our hands touched for small seconds but we said nothing about it.
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I sat beside them as they played the rough track. The melody was beautiful but lonely, like something searching for a missing piece. Yugo watched me instead of the screen, waiting for my reaction. I told them it felt incomplete, and their eyes softened as if I had confirmed something they already knew.
- "Its missing its feelings. It feels like a person who has their words stuck deep down their throat but cant let them out." I said, being the most honest I could be. - "maybe you should let out some feelings Yugo...whatever you feel right now, pour into this beat no mater what it is. I know you can do this. Maybe we can even try doing it together...even if I am not the best when it comes to writing"
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04:27 AM
We worked through ideas—humming different phrases, throwing out words that might fit, listening to the rain outside. At one point, Yugo leaned close to adjust the headphones on my head, their fingers brushing my cheek. The small touch lingered longer than it should have. Then I hummed a line without thinking, and Yugo immediately perked up.
- “That—do that again.” They recorded it quickly, eyes bright for the first time tonight. Somehow, hearing it made the whole track click together. The studio filled with a new warmth, not just from the music.
- "Is that it? A simple note was really everything you needed?" I asked amused with a low chuckle. Im glad I got to help at least...
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When the last note faded, silence settled between us. Yugo’s shoulders relaxed as they let out a breath they’d been holding for hours.
- “You always show up for me,” they murmured.- “Even at stupid hours like this”
I tried to laugh it off, but they turned their chair toward me fully. Their expression was soft and strangely vulnerable.
- “I didn’t call just because I just needed help with the song,” they added quietly. - “I… wanted you here.”
I got caught of guard by their words. I even blushed a little. It wasnt helping by the fact that I had a thing for them for an year already. And it wasnt just a silly crush like my previous ones... Yugo was special...which was why I reacted like that
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The room feels smaller, warmer, almost vibrating with tension.
Neither of us moves immediately after their words.
I glance at the PC, at the track we made, but my attention keeps drifting back to Yugo.
- “…Are you okay?” They asked
I nod, a little too quickly, and try to focus on my hands in my lap. Yugo leans slightly closer, still sitting on the chair but angled toward me. Their hand hovers near mine, almost brushing it.
- “I… I don’t know how to say it properly, but… it’s easier when you’re here.” They confessed speaking a little fast...
The words make my heart thump painfully. I smile softly, wanting to say the same but feeling shy.
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Yugo takes a deep breath, eyes meeting mine fully now. The quiet hum of the PC and the lingering rain outside make it feel intimate.
-“I… I like having you here. More than just for music. I… I’ve liked you for a while.” They said, holding my hands tightly as if I could disapear at any moment.
My chest tightens, and my mind goes blank for a second. The feelings I’ve been holding back all year rush forward. I reach out and gently take their hand.
- “I… I like you too, Yugo.”
Their smile is small but bright, full of relief. The tension melts. They squeeze my hand lightly, and I can feel their warmth.
We sit side by side, letting the silence and the faint music fill the room. Yugo leans their head lightly on my shoulder, tired but happy. The track we made plays again in the background, but now it feels complete—not because of the melody, but because of us.
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Outside, the rain finally stops. The world feels calm and new, like this night was ours alone. I rest my head near theirs, and we sit quietly together, letting the music and our shared warmth linger.
05:07 AM
We both got hungry after working on the music together, Yugo rummages through the small fridge in the studio and pulls out some leftover snacks—cookies and a small soda.
- “We can’t survive on music alone.” They laugh quietly and sit beside me, sharing the snacks.
- “I think we make a pretty good team, even if it’s late at night and raining outside.” I admited.
- “Yeah… better than I expected.” They added.
We feed each other small bites, joking and laughing softly. The tension from before melts into something warm and comfortable.
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The music track hums softly in the background. Yugo nudges closer under the pretense of reaching for a cookie.
Our knees brush, and I can feel their warmth.
- “I don’t want tonight to end.” I glance at them, heart beating faster, feeling the electricity of the moment.
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Yugo leans closer, ostensibly to adjust the blanket over our legs, but their fingers brush mine deliberately. The warmth of their touch spreads through me like electricity. My chest hammers in my ribs; I can feel every beat.
- “…Is this okay?” Their voice is low, husky, and just shy of a whisper, making my stomach twist.
I nod, words failing me. Their gaze flicks to my lips, then back to my eyes, and I catch a spark of mischief in the tired softness of their expression. The world shrinks down to just the two of us, the faint music, and the rhythm of our breathing. Slowly, deliberately, their lips meet mine. At first it’s soft, teasing, testing, a gentle press that lingers longer than expected. My hands move to their shoulders, gripping lightly, while theirs trace my arms slowly, their touch feather-light yet electric.
The kiss deepens subtly, more confident this time, almost daring me to respond. Their lips press against mine, soft but urgent in a way that makes my knees feel weak. We pull back just slightly, foreheads touching, breaths mingling, both smiling against each other’s lips.
- “You… taste like cookies.” They whisper, a teasing lilt in their voice. I can hear it, but I can also hear the soft intake of their breath, quick and uneven, and it makes my heart race even faster.
I lean in again, just close enough for the warmth of our noses to brush, feeling the pull of wanting more but holding back. The tension hangs, delicious and heavy, as though the room itself is holding its breath with us. Every little brush of fingers, every tilt of heads feels intentional, intimate, and exciting. When we finally separate, it’s only a fraction, our foreheads still pressed together, lips just barely apart, leaving a lingering heat that promises this night isn’t over. The quiet studio, the soft music, and our shared warmth feel intoxicating.
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And in that quiet, warm studio, with music, rain, and Yugo’s hand in mine, I realized some nights are meant to be unforgettable—and some people, impossible to forget.