【oneshot/request】 just begging for me to give it a tune
FANDOM tvxq
PAIRING yoosu
PROMPT beautiful noise
WORDS 1021
RATING pg13
A/N my itsplashes requested some yoosu with the prompt 'beautiful noise' at my prompt post. so, here it is especially for her♥ & for gumi, as usual, just because i like making her fluffy.
his entire body is an instrument.
he's not like yunho, who can bend music to his will, or jaejoong, who dances alongside with it, or even changmin, whose powerful movements lie right on its surface. junsu doesn't dance to music, the music prefers to wrap itself around him when he moves. yoochun feels it like a crescendo, caught somewhere between the pit of his stomach and the hollow of his throat. it's that heavy, soaring feeling that makes him think he understands how the music must feel, especially when all he wants to do on some nights is curl in around junsu in the dark and stay there, warm and sated with sound.
'roll over.'
'no.'
'come on, roll over!' yoochun pokes the soft part of junsu's arm.
'nooo,' junsu denies him just to be dramatic and difficult, a lilting vibrato even in his exaggerated whine. he sinks into the mattress with a defiant smile that looks so ridiculous on him. yoochun shrugs.
'okay, then i don't have a choice.'
junsu is eyeballing him flatly when yoochun sweeps his arms around him, and, realizing what's about to happen, he suddenly latches onto yoochun's neck with an undignified squeak.
'yah, but, wait-don't you dare!' his words trip up but junsu's already laughing and kicking his legs like a child when yoochun gathers him up and effortlessly rolls him, dropping him on the small of his back with a thick billow of sheets. junsu squirms, then realizes he's still giggling and furrows his brows into a lightning quick pout. yoochun knuckles his temple affectionately.
'schizo.'
'i am not.' despite his faux annoyed tone, junsu has settled fast beneath him, mindlessly toying with a lock of yoochun's hair. yoochun leans into it subconsciously; despite his constant teasing, he enjoys it when junsu's the one paying attention to him. junsu looks unsure of how to respond to the attention and stops, his knuckles grazing the shell of yoochun's ear. then the faint sounds of breathing begin to echo loudly in the room. yoochun imagines their lungs keeping time, inhale, exhale.
inhale, exhale.
junsu is just watching him, and yoochun is watching something junsu can't see.
city lights are streaming through the slats in the blinds, falling through the dark to land on junsu's skin. they're the negative image of bars of music, and yoochun just wants to write the notes that belong there with his fingertips. he trails two fingers down junsu's arm-d minor, maybe-and thinks if sound had a scent it'd be faint and tangy like junsu's favorite spring cologne, many hours old. junsu nudges his side gently, catching his eye.
'you're thinking again, yoochun-ah.'
yoochun smiles because junsu knows him too well. he's an impatient sort, while yoochun is the king of attention to detail. between them, there are no secrets, and no places to hide.
'i do it to bother you,' yoochun says, tone obvious. he's already planning where the notes will fall on junsu's chest. junsu's lips twist into a full on pout and yoochun has to stop himself from laughing at him.
'you don't have to say it like that!' the fight in his voice is playful, and so is yoochun's mouth when he presses a kiss to the spot just below junsu's collarbone, the first note. he marks it with a flick of his tongue. the time of junsu's breath doesn't come at all for a few seconds when he bites his lip, fingers gripping on yoochun's hair in a tug. that's when yoochun laughs at him, and takes it as a sign he's doing something right.
junsu has always responded strongly to touch, inhaling when his short nails graze a dip in his muscles, breaking out into fine goosebumps at the softest hint of breath, bursting into his dumb airy laugh when yoochun's lips make contact with any of his ticklish points.
yoochun notes that he has many of them, so it's almost too easy. still, there are times when he's looking for the chase, and times he's just happy to have junsu with him.
so he composes with gasps and sighs and giggles, bridges that melody with a strong hitch, and finishes with whispers of his name wet in his ear.
what junsu doesn't really know is that it's only when he's asleep does yoochun venture to actually touch in the way that he sees. he keys his long fingers along junsu's ribs, skin cool with sweat, counts the frets underneath the skin of his knuckles, tastes his voice on his tongue when he mumbles something deep through a sleepy kiss.
'yoochun,' he grumbles, swatting at his arm. yoochun laughs because junsu's the grumpiest to wake up, and he's never been very good at resisting. he pinches his hip playfully and junsu almost knees him on reflex, whining at him to knock it off. he tries to shuffle away and cocoon himself in the tangle of blankets but yoochun chases, hooking an arm over him and dragging him back. junsu wiggles around in protest.
'yah, sorry,' yoochun says, 'i'll stop.'
junsu eyes him hazily, chewing on the inside of his cheek as though he's trying very honestly to think it over, but sleep is still making off with his brain.
'what? should i promise you?' yoochun tries to press the smile out of his lips without much luck at looking innocent. junsu clicks his tongue and murmurs something about him being mean, curling up close again without much more thought invested. yoochun waits for it, holding his breath until junsu buries his nose into his collarbones. junsu's breathing evens out again against his skin.
inhale, exhale. the room is silent again, the song over, but the time goes on. his breathing adjusts in turn, leaving him alone with the pleasant backdrop of silence that all his music exists on.
yoochun has always said that he would choose music over love, but when he cards his fingertips through junsu's hair, just to listen to the feathery sound it makes, ( he's only breaking his promise a little), he wonders if they are not so different.
after all, it's junsu who makes him believe that there is music in everything. music loves junsu, and yoochun thinks for the second time that he knows how music must feel.
PAIRING yoosu
PROMPT beautiful noise
WORDS 1021
RATING pg13
A/N my itsplashes requested some yoosu with the prompt 'beautiful noise' at my prompt post. so, here it is especially for her♥ & for gumi, as usual, just because i like making her fluffy.
his entire body is an instrument.
he's not like yunho, who can bend music to his will, or jaejoong, who dances alongside with it, or even changmin, whose powerful movements lie right on its surface. junsu doesn't dance to music, the music prefers to wrap itself around him when he moves. yoochun feels it like a crescendo, caught somewhere between the pit of his stomach and the hollow of his throat. it's that heavy, soaring feeling that makes him think he understands how the music must feel, especially when all he wants to do on some nights is curl in around junsu in the dark and stay there, warm and sated with sound.
'roll over.'
'no.'
'come on, roll over!' yoochun pokes the soft part of junsu's arm.
'nooo,' junsu denies him just to be dramatic and difficult, a lilting vibrato even in his exaggerated whine. he sinks into the mattress with a defiant smile that looks so ridiculous on him. yoochun shrugs.
'okay, then i don't have a choice.'
junsu is eyeballing him flatly when yoochun sweeps his arms around him, and, realizing what's about to happen, he suddenly latches onto yoochun's neck with an undignified squeak.
'yah, but, wait-don't you dare!' his words trip up but junsu's already laughing and kicking his legs like a child when yoochun gathers him up and effortlessly rolls him, dropping him on the small of his back with a thick billow of sheets. junsu squirms, then realizes he's still giggling and furrows his brows into a lightning quick pout. yoochun knuckles his temple affectionately.
'schizo.'
'i am not.' despite his faux annoyed tone, junsu has settled fast beneath him, mindlessly toying with a lock of yoochun's hair. yoochun leans into it subconsciously; despite his constant teasing, he enjoys it when junsu's the one paying attention to him. junsu looks unsure of how to respond to the attention and stops, his knuckles grazing the shell of yoochun's ear. then the faint sounds of breathing begin to echo loudly in the room. yoochun imagines their lungs keeping time, inhale, exhale.
inhale, exhale.
junsu is just watching him, and yoochun is watching something junsu can't see.
city lights are streaming through the slats in the blinds, falling through the dark to land on junsu's skin. they're the negative image of bars of music, and yoochun just wants to write the notes that belong there with his fingertips. he trails two fingers down junsu's arm-d minor, maybe-and thinks if sound had a scent it'd be faint and tangy like junsu's favorite spring cologne, many hours old. junsu nudges his side gently, catching his eye.
'you're thinking again, yoochun-ah.'
yoochun smiles because junsu knows him too well. he's an impatient sort, while yoochun is the king of attention to detail. between them, there are no secrets, and no places to hide.
'i do it to bother you,' yoochun says, tone obvious. he's already planning where the notes will fall on junsu's chest. junsu's lips twist into a full on pout and yoochun has to stop himself from laughing at him.
'you don't have to say it like that!' the fight in his voice is playful, and so is yoochun's mouth when he presses a kiss to the spot just below junsu's collarbone, the first note. he marks it with a flick of his tongue. the time of junsu's breath doesn't come at all for a few seconds when he bites his lip, fingers gripping on yoochun's hair in a tug. that's when yoochun laughs at him, and takes it as a sign he's doing something right.
junsu has always responded strongly to touch, inhaling when his short nails graze a dip in his muscles, breaking out into fine goosebumps at the softest hint of breath, bursting into his dumb airy laugh when yoochun's lips make contact with any of his ticklish points.
yoochun notes that he has many of them, so it's almost too easy. still, there are times when he's looking for the chase, and times he's just happy to have junsu with him.
so he composes with gasps and sighs and giggles, bridges that melody with a strong hitch, and finishes with whispers of his name wet in his ear.
what junsu doesn't really know is that it's only when he's asleep does yoochun venture to actually touch in the way that he sees. he keys his long fingers along junsu's ribs, skin cool with sweat, counts the frets underneath the skin of his knuckles, tastes his voice on his tongue when he mumbles something deep through a sleepy kiss.
'yoochun,' he grumbles, swatting at his arm. yoochun laughs because junsu's the grumpiest to wake up, and he's never been very good at resisting. he pinches his hip playfully and junsu almost knees him on reflex, whining at him to knock it off. he tries to shuffle away and cocoon himself in the tangle of blankets but yoochun chases, hooking an arm over him and dragging him back. junsu wiggles around in protest.
'yah, sorry,' yoochun says, 'i'll stop.'
junsu eyes him hazily, chewing on the inside of his cheek as though he's trying very honestly to think it over, but sleep is still making off with his brain.
'what? should i promise you?' yoochun tries to press the smile out of his lips without much luck at looking innocent. junsu clicks his tongue and murmurs something about him being mean, curling up close again without much more thought invested. yoochun waits for it, holding his breath until junsu buries his nose into his collarbones. junsu's breathing evens out again against his skin.
inhale, exhale. the room is silent again, the song over, but the time goes on. his breathing adjusts in turn, leaving him alone with the pleasant backdrop of silence that all his music exists on.
yoochun has always said that he would choose music over love, but when he cards his fingertips through junsu's hair, just to listen to the feathery sound it makes, ( he's only breaking his promise a little), he wonders if they are not so different.
after all, it's junsu who makes him believe that there is music in everything. music loves junsu, and yoochun thinks for the second time that he knows how music must feel.