[fic] Duly Noted.
Title: Duly Noted
Pairing: JaeMinSu
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff.
A/N: For emda. I love you dongsaeng, you always cheer me on and encourage me and this is the least I could do when you're going through shit. *HUGS*!!! <333333
It's a rare sight, fingers softly pressing down on the ivory keys as the melody barely manages to resonate in the air. Changmin is used to seeing force and passion from Junsu, but this is of a subdued stillness, a gentle exploration late at night.
He's so focused on the hands that a loud laughter interrupts his musings and another one joins, clear and bell-like. Changmin realizes then that there are two sets of hands, two sets of legs, two bodies sitting on the piano bench. He recognizes Jaejoong's fingers. They idly stroke Junsu's wrist. Changmin looks up to find that he's caught staring and feels out of place. He's disrupted them. He turns to go.
"Changminah!" Junsu's voice calls out, inviting, yearning.
"They only have duets for piano hyung," Changmin responds. He wonders if they'll understand the reference.
"Then we'll make a trio," Jaejoong authoritatively decides.
Changmin doesn't protest too hard despite being squeezed between his two hyungs on the narrow bench. After all, he can sing to their tune.
Pairing: JaeMinSu
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff.
A/N: For emda. I love you dongsaeng, you always cheer me on and encourage me and this is the least I could do when you're going through shit. *HUGS*!!! <333333
It's a rare sight, fingers softly pressing down on the ivory keys as the melody barely manages to resonate in the air. Changmin is used to seeing force and passion from Junsu, but this is of a subdued stillness, a gentle exploration late at night.
He's so focused on the hands that a loud laughter interrupts his musings and another one joins, clear and bell-like. Changmin realizes then that there are two sets of hands, two sets of legs, two bodies sitting on the piano bench. He recognizes Jaejoong's fingers. They idly stroke Junsu's wrist. Changmin looks up to find that he's caught staring and feels out of place. He's disrupted them. He turns to go.
"Changminah!" Junsu's voice calls out, inviting, yearning.
"They only have duets for piano hyung," Changmin responds. He wonders if they'll understand the reference.
"Then we'll make a trio," Jaejoong authoritatively decides.
Changmin doesn't protest too hard despite being squeezed between his two hyungs on the narrow bench. After all, he can sing to their tune.