Piano Lessons Epilogue
Title: Piano Lessons Epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Jaejoong and minor Junsu/FC
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Epilogue: sometime in the near future
I ran down the street, cursing the pedestrians in my way. Seriously, it was a Sunday night. What did all these people have to do that they were in my way when I needed to be at 9095? I almost took a cab, but after looking at the traffic as I wove through the crowds, I’m glad I didn’t.
The air smelled thick with rain, and I hoped I got to the club before it started pouring; I was only wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. I was lucky. The first few drops hit me right before I cut to the front of the line in front of the club. The girls squealed as the rain fell, but I was already past the bouncer, waving at him and ducking into the darkened club.
Soft piano strains filled the air.
I was not dressed appropriately for this at all. Trying to blend into the wall, I made my way around the edge of the room. Soft lights lit my way, but the main light came from the middle of the room, the upraised platform, the white grand piano, Yoochun sitting on the bench, fingers dancing along the keys. He wouldn’t be able to see me, but I smiled at him anyway.
He was in a black suit, black shirt, and a bright yellow tie. His hair was pulled back with a matching yellow ribbon. Every performance he wore a different colored tie and ribbon. YunJae were trying to get Yoochun to cut his hair, but I loved it the length it was, so easy to pull on it while he sucked my cock.
YunJae were in our booth. Both wore suits, though Jae’s was white and Yunho’s was deep blue. It amazed me over the years how the two of them became more and more opposite of each other, but closer and closer together. Like two halves to a hole.
I slipped in next to Jae, and then put my head on the table and gasped, trying to catch my breath. Lips pressed against the back of my neck.
“Hey, Minnie.”
I waved at them without looking up.
“You missed dinner,” Jae whispered.
“And you almost missed this,” Yunho whispered.
“I know,” I replied. “The shoot took a lot longer than it was supposed to. Three lights exploded. Heechul’s favorite camera decided to stop working for no reason. God, even the make up artist had to redo our make up twice.”
Whatever Jaejoong was going to say was cut off as Yoochun ended the song and applause filled the club.
I sat up and watched him. Even if he couldn’t see that well past the bright light, his eyes were trained on our booth. Maybe he could see I was there. Like an extra blob or something.
“Thank you,” he whispered into the microphone, voice deep and gravely.
God, I loved it. An octave lower and it would have been his sex voice.
“At this point, I’m going to play some improve. Little jazz beat so you can dance if you want. You can also come up and chat, make a request, but please, no more than one request per person.” The light around him dimmed, the lights around the club brightened just a bit. Soft piano jazz filled the room, and almost immediately there were four people up around the piano talking to Yoochun. A few couples stood up and went to the dance floor.
“You going to sing tonight?” Jae asked.
“Do I look dressed to sing?”
“No. The make up is amazing though.”
I nodded. It had been an awesome shoot, despite the problems. I’d been in black sheer clothes for most of it, eyes caked with gothic style eyeliner. But after, I only took enough time to put on actual clothes. I missed too many dinners at Jaejoong’s restaurant and too many of Yoochun’s performances.
“Where’s Junsu?” I asked.
Jae smiled. “Chatting up some girl at the bar, last I saw him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left already.”
“Crazy playboy.”
A waitress came over with my customary glass of water and a flirty smile. “Thanks, Tiff,” I said and winked at her.
“And you call Junsu a playboy,” Yunho said as Tiffany walked away.
“She knows I’m taken.”
“You better go get in line,” Jae said with a nod at the middle of the floor.
I nodded and downed another mouthful of water. I slid out of the booth and made my way to the piano. Yoochun was smiling at some girl who was trying to entice him with cleavage and a cute smile. He looked at me, his smile widened and he apologized to the girl.
“Hey, love,” he said and let me kiss his cheek. His fingers never stopped moving on the piano.
“Sorry, I was late.”
He chuckled. “I can see you came right over. You look scary with that makeup.”
“Hot scary?”
“Of course.”
“You want me to leave it on?”
He smirked. “Maybe.”
I chuckled. He slid over and let me sit on the bench next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and played with the yellow tie. I watched his fingers dance over the keys.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I replied.
“Tired?”
“Yeah.”
“You should go home.”
“And miss another show? I’ve already missed too many.”
“There will be another one in two days,” Yoochun said with a chuckle. “And I love it when I come home and you’re passed out on the couch. You’re beautiful when you sleep.”
“Corny,” I said, but nuzzled his neck. “Did you pay rent today?”
“Yes. Did you pay our phone bill?”
“Fuck. No.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I know you didn’t. I did.”
“God, Yoochun. It was my turn.”
“I know. Just pay me back tomorrow.”
“Kay. God, I have to get off this bench or I’m going to fall asleep.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“But your fans aren’t. They don’t want to see me drooling on your shoulder.”
Yoochun laughed loudly, drawing attention, and then he shoved me. “Go, before we give these guys a porn show.”
I stood up and then bent down and kissed his cheek. We exchanged I love you’s again, and then I made my way back to YunJae.
“You two make me sick sometimes,” Yunho said.
Jae laughed. “We’re no better, darling,” he said and kissed Yunho’s cheek.
The lights dimmed and a spotlight hit Yoochun. He cleared his throat and then said, “I hope you had a nice little break from listening to my voice.”
There were titters of laughter.
“I received a few requests and I’ll play those in a moment, but first, I’m going to play a song I wrote a few months ago. This song is for the man who makes me happy. We’ve only been together for a few years, so it’s kinda short and not completely finished, but I hope that we have a many more years together so I can add to it.”
He looked over at me, and then he started playing. The melody was light and quick, and immediately I smiled.
It’s raining
You’re sick
Tissues flying like the storm
It’s windy
You’re tired
Fever running too high
Then he’s there and you’re there
And arms embrace you tight
Happy,
You’re happy
And then he calls you … gross
He spoke that last line, and the audience chuckled. He played a bridge or quick notes, and then sang the second verse.
Rent’s due
Money’s tight
Jobs working you to death
Food’s low
Heat’s cold
Coffee giving you strength
Then he’s there and you’re there
And kisses hold you up
Happy
You’re happy
And then he calls you … shithead
You’re his baby, he’s your world
Nothing will stop that now
You’re his bastard, he’s your jackass
Forever, exchanging vows
It’s daring
You’re insane
Living from day to day
It’s tough
You’re weak
Loving with all you’ve got
Then he’s there and you’re there
And tears keep you together
Happy
You’re happy
And then he calls you … mine
Happy
You’re happy
And then you call him … yours
Happy
You’re so happy
Happy
I wasn’t sure when I started crying, but as the laughter and applause increased, I stood up and sauntered over to the piano. He rolled his eyes when he saw me coming and said into the microphone, “I knew he was going to do this.”
“Shut up,” I muttered. I gathered him against me and kissed him. “It’s your damn fault.”
The last echoed around the club and the audience laughed.
“Go back to your seat, babe,” he whispered. “They came to watch me sing, not to make out with you. It’s not that kind of club.”
More laughter, and a few catcalls, one of which I recognized came from Jaejoong.
“Play fast,” I said and turned abruptly, and went back to the booth. I was hard, straining in my pants and god, I couldn’t wait to get him home and shove that yellow tie into his mouth.
Chapter 15: sunshine rainbows and ... cock rings? yes, please
Chapter 14 - do my little turn on the catwalk
Chapter 13 - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Jaejoong and minor Junsu/FC
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Epilogue: sometime in the near future
I ran down the street, cursing the pedestrians in my way. Seriously, it was a Sunday night. What did all these people have to do that they were in my way when I needed to be at 9095? I almost took a cab, but after looking at the traffic as I wove through the crowds, I’m glad I didn’t.
The air smelled thick with rain, and I hoped I got to the club before it started pouring; I was only wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. I was lucky. The first few drops hit me right before I cut to the front of the line in front of the club. The girls squealed as the rain fell, but I was already past the bouncer, waving at him and ducking into the darkened club.
Soft piano strains filled the air.
I was not dressed appropriately for this at all. Trying to blend into the wall, I made my way around the edge of the room. Soft lights lit my way, but the main light came from the middle of the room, the upraised platform, the white grand piano, Yoochun sitting on the bench, fingers dancing along the keys. He wouldn’t be able to see me, but I smiled at him anyway.
He was in a black suit, black shirt, and a bright yellow tie. His hair was pulled back with a matching yellow ribbon. Every performance he wore a different colored tie and ribbon. YunJae were trying to get Yoochun to cut his hair, but I loved it the length it was, so easy to pull on it while he sucked my cock.
YunJae were in our booth. Both wore suits, though Jae’s was white and Yunho’s was deep blue. It amazed me over the years how the two of them became more and more opposite of each other, but closer and closer together. Like two halves to a hole.
I slipped in next to Jae, and then put my head on the table and gasped, trying to catch my breath. Lips pressed against the back of my neck.
“Hey, Minnie.”
I waved at them without looking up.
“You missed dinner,” Jae whispered.
“And you almost missed this,” Yunho whispered.
“I know,” I replied. “The shoot took a lot longer than it was supposed to. Three lights exploded. Heechul’s favorite camera decided to stop working for no reason. God, even the make up artist had to redo our make up twice.”
Whatever Jaejoong was going to say was cut off as Yoochun ended the song and applause filled the club.
I sat up and watched him. Even if he couldn’t see that well past the bright light, his eyes were trained on our booth. Maybe he could see I was there. Like an extra blob or something.
“Thank you,” he whispered into the microphone, voice deep and gravely.
God, I loved it. An octave lower and it would have been his sex voice.
“At this point, I’m going to play some improve. Little jazz beat so you can dance if you want. You can also come up and chat, make a request, but please, no more than one request per person.” The light around him dimmed, the lights around the club brightened just a bit. Soft piano jazz filled the room, and almost immediately there were four people up around the piano talking to Yoochun. A few couples stood up and went to the dance floor.
“You going to sing tonight?” Jae asked.
“Do I look dressed to sing?”
“No. The make up is amazing though.”
I nodded. It had been an awesome shoot, despite the problems. I’d been in black sheer clothes for most of it, eyes caked with gothic style eyeliner. But after, I only took enough time to put on actual clothes. I missed too many dinners at Jaejoong’s restaurant and too many of Yoochun’s performances.
“Where’s Junsu?” I asked.
Jae smiled. “Chatting up some girl at the bar, last I saw him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left already.”
“Crazy playboy.”
A waitress came over with my customary glass of water and a flirty smile. “Thanks, Tiff,” I said and winked at her.
“And you call Junsu a playboy,” Yunho said as Tiffany walked away.
“She knows I’m taken.”
“You better go get in line,” Jae said with a nod at the middle of the floor.
I nodded and downed another mouthful of water. I slid out of the booth and made my way to the piano. Yoochun was smiling at some girl who was trying to entice him with cleavage and a cute smile. He looked at me, his smile widened and he apologized to the girl.
“Hey, love,” he said and let me kiss his cheek. His fingers never stopped moving on the piano.
“Sorry, I was late.”
He chuckled. “I can see you came right over. You look scary with that makeup.”
“Hot scary?”
“Of course.”
“You want me to leave it on?”
He smirked. “Maybe.”
I chuckled. He slid over and let me sit on the bench next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and played with the yellow tie. I watched his fingers dance over the keys.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I replied.
“Tired?”
“Yeah.”
“You should go home.”
“And miss another show? I’ve already missed too many.”
“There will be another one in two days,” Yoochun said with a chuckle. “And I love it when I come home and you’re passed out on the couch. You’re beautiful when you sleep.”
“Corny,” I said, but nuzzled his neck. “Did you pay rent today?”
“Yes. Did you pay our phone bill?”
“Fuck. No.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I know you didn’t. I did.”
“God, Yoochun. It was my turn.”
“I know. Just pay me back tomorrow.”
“Kay. God, I have to get off this bench or I’m going to fall asleep.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“But your fans aren’t. They don’t want to see me drooling on your shoulder.”
Yoochun laughed loudly, drawing attention, and then he shoved me. “Go, before we give these guys a porn show.”
I stood up and then bent down and kissed his cheek. We exchanged I love you’s again, and then I made my way back to YunJae.
“You two make me sick sometimes,” Yunho said.
Jae laughed. “We’re no better, darling,” he said and kissed Yunho’s cheek.
The lights dimmed and a spotlight hit Yoochun. He cleared his throat and then said, “I hope you had a nice little break from listening to my voice.”
There were titters of laughter.
“I received a few requests and I’ll play those in a moment, but first, I’m going to play a song I wrote a few months ago. This song is for the man who makes me happy. We’ve only been together for a few years, so it’s kinda short and not completely finished, but I hope that we have a many more years together so I can add to it.”
He looked over at me, and then he started playing. The melody was light and quick, and immediately I smiled.
It’s raining
You’re sick
Tissues flying like the storm
It’s windy
You’re tired
Fever running too high
Then he’s there and you’re there
And arms embrace you tight
Happy,
You’re happy
And then he calls you … gross
He spoke that last line, and the audience chuckled. He played a bridge or quick notes, and then sang the second verse.
Rent’s due
Money’s tight
Jobs working you to death
Food’s low
Heat’s cold
Coffee giving you strength
Then he’s there and you’re there
And kisses hold you up
Happy
You’re happy
And then he calls you … shithead
You’re his baby, he’s your world
Nothing will stop that now
You’re his bastard, he’s your jackass
Forever, exchanging vows
It’s daring
You’re insane
Living from day to day
It’s tough
You’re weak
Loving with all you’ve got
Then he’s there and you’re there
And tears keep you together
Happy
You’re happy
And then he calls you … mine
Happy
You’re happy
And then you call him … yours
Happy
You’re so happy
Happy
I wasn’t sure when I started crying, but as the laughter and applause increased, I stood up and sauntered over to the piano. He rolled his eyes when he saw me coming and said into the microphone, “I knew he was going to do this.”
“Shut up,” I muttered. I gathered him against me and kissed him. “It’s your damn fault.”
The last echoed around the club and the audience laughed.
“Go back to your seat, babe,” he whispered. “They came to watch me sing, not to make out with you. It’s not that kind of club.”
More laughter, and a few catcalls, one of which I recognized came from Jaejoong.
“Play fast,” I said and turned abruptly, and went back to the booth. I was hard, straining in my pants and god, I couldn’t wait to get him home and shove that yellow tie into his mouth.
Chapter 15: sunshine rainbows and ... cock rings? yes, please
Chapter 14 - do my little turn on the catwalk
Chapter 13 - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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