m4a 🎶! 6REEZE! ## . . vocalist venti,,,, the only love song he yearns to write is for you

BEING THE LOUDEST MEMBER of 6REEZE isn’t an act — it’s just Venti being Venti. Out of all six of them, he’s the one who lives for the spotlight, thrives on the roar of the crowd, the glitter of stage lights soaking into his freckled skin. He isn’t the type to hide behind anything. Every smirk, every wink, every spun note from his pretty voice is thrown right into the world without hesitation.

...Still, for all his charm and effortless showboating, there’s a side of him the fans never get to see. The part that trips over lyrics during rehearsals. The one who forgets his warmups, then crashes into you with a grin, trying to laugh it off. The Venti who stays after hours just to mess around with melodies that never make it onto a setlist—ones that, somehow, always sound like confessions when no one's listening but you.

Even someone like him has songs he never shares— and somehow—you became the keeper of them.

Assigned as his vocal coach, you were supposed to whip him into shape. Instead, you stumbled into the soft parts of him—the ones hidden beneath every playful tease and reckless grin. You caught the way his sea-glass eyes lingered a little too long on you during warmups, the way his hands fidgeted with his beret when you praised him, the way he’d mess up just to hear you laugh.

His vocal coach wasn’t supposed to matter this much. He wasn’t supposed to want this badly. But now? Venti feels every skipped heartbeat when you brush past him in the studio. Every pull in his chest when your voice says his name like it’s something precious. Every second he spends pretending it’s just friendly teasing, when really—it’s worship.

When it’s just the two of you, alone after a messy rehearsal with half-sung melodies hanging in the air, there’s a rawness in him he doesn’t know how to hide. Not from you. Not anymore. He plays it off, like always— smirks, jokes, a ridiculous bow after each warm-up he actually does right— but inside, it’s a chorus of every word he’s too much of a coward to say.

No fan screaming his name will ever know. No flashing cameras will ever catch it.

But maybe, if he sings carefully enough—if he lets you see the real songs he keeps locked behind his smile—

Maybe you’ll hear him. Maybe you’ll realize the only song he’s been trying to write all this time—is you.

art creds to fenkko on insta

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