the warm sound

Concept: We wake up wrapped in each other. It’s still early, so we agree to stay in bed a little longer. I kiss you on the eye and ask how you slept. It’s cold and crisp outside, but warm and soft in our apartment. Quiet sounds of traffic come from below. We eat breakfast in bed, listening to music all the while. I take breaks to kiss you on the forehead. We’re in love, and I don’t know how I lived without you.

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THE BASSOON IS A DOUBLE REEDED WOODWIND INSTRUMENT. IT IS OFTEN CONSIDERED TO BE THE LOWER COUSIN OF THE OBOE.
IT HAS A VERY WARM SOUND THAT MANY LIKE. YOU HAVE HEARD THE BASSOON. I 100% GUARENTEE IT. IT IS PRETTY DIFFICULT TO MASTER. IT’S ONE OF THE OLDEST MEMBERS OF THE WOODWIND FAMILY.

KNOW YOU NOW WHAT A BASSOON IS. YOU PLAY IT WAY BETTER THAN THE PRESIDENT RUNS THE COUNTRY SO YOU OUGHT TO HAVE SOME IDEA. I SUGGEST YOU YOUTUBE THIS INSTRUMENT. THANK YOU.

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Okay imagine this. (I’ve been busy so I have been able to write. I have an essay due on Tuesday and I behind with work)

You walk in. It’s been a long hard day, it’s dragged and the seconds that ticked by felt like the hours that took forever to come by. You threw your bag down, watching it sink into itself, you undid your laces and kicked off your shoes into the corner.

“Baby, is that you?” His voice was heaven, the warm melodically sound gracing your ears. He was home.

You half smiled. More out of being tired, as well as being happy that he’s back from touring. You wandered into the kitchen, you see his back towards you. He turned and looked over his shoulder with a child like smile.

“Hey baby” he cheered, his voice sounding like he’d slept for a few hours.

“Ah it’s so nice to see you” you leant on the counter, watching him from behind.

He was wearing entirely black. His jogger pants were rolled at the bottom, showing his ankles and black socks. His hoodie covering his shirt, you assumed that was black too. You laughed internally. He could pull anything off.

His black beanie covered his baby pink hair. His hair was pulled back underneath; his hood pulled over it. The tassels were tied into a messy bow. One sleeve pulled up slightly higher than the other so he doesn’t get them dirty with food residue. You could watch the way his body moves like water over a rock in a lake; peaceful and tranquil.

He didn’t talk much, his face was pure. He held a delicate pout as he concentrated, he looked amused like he knew you were watching him.

“Enjoying the view?” He looked at you, before turning back to the knife. Slicing the meat evenly.

“Everyday” you smiled sweetly. You sauntered over to him. Wrapping your tired arms around his slim waist; the feeling of the toned muscles in his back was relaxing, the warmth sinking into you like a sleeping pill lulling you to sleep.

“Are you ok?” He turned in your arms. Facing you, he held you chin with the hand that wasn’t covered in juices from the food.

“I am now” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“That was so cheesy” he laughed, the sound echoing through the sudden quite flat.

“I really do love you” you poured all the emotions he made you feel. Happiness, love, anger, hurt, sadness, hope, strength and trust.

You weren’t a perfect couple. You had fights, then little ones that made no sense. You loved, laughed and held each other. Kissing where tears have fallen and shed.

“I love you” he muttered, his voice was thick with emotion.

A/N: I hope you enjoy it.

Once again, BTS have completely outdone themselves. Every single comeback is infinitely better than the last- the meaning, the aesthetics, the sound, the feeling. BTS can completely change their sound, they can make themselves an infinitly different feel for their music, and yet they always feel like themselves. They still sound like BTS. Like the warm, comforting, homey sound I’ve always loved. All the way from No More Dream to this, my Kings, Legends, BTS. I love you all, you’ve done well! ❤❤