weeee....another het fic
Title: Calluses and Firelight
Author: jesusluvsjaeho
Pairing: Joon/Amber
Prompt: Campfire
Rating: G
Summary: Joon and Amber bond
Warnings: none
Written for: f(blaq) challenge
She wasn't like the other girls at camp. Instead of flirting with the cute guys - of which he knew he was one - she flirted her fingers over the strings of a battered, sticker-covered acoustic guitar. She teased hauntingly beautiful rhythms from those tightly strung wires. He knew her fingertips were callused instead of soft. She tended to hide her hands - in the pockets of baggy board shorts, behind her back, curled in fists under her arms.
She wasn't hiding them now as she strummed her guitar as the other campers whispered, flirted, gossiped to the easy background music she provided. He sat next to her on a probably rotting piece of log and stared at her hands. They were a little bony and not particularly large. But her fingers were so graceful and sure as they moved along the fret board. He was fascinated.
She stopped playing, bit her lip, tucked a hank of short black hair behind one ear. “You're staring.”
Her voice was huskier than normal. Not that he got the pleasure of hearing her speak often. She seemed to only talk to some of the dorkier males at camp. “I like watching you play.”
Her eyes widened, firelight glimmering in the dark depths, giving the illusion of flame and passion. “You like to watch me play.”
“Yea.” Joon offered a smile, a bit whimsical. “Music is one of my greatest pleasures and I've always been fascinated by people who can create it.” He was also fascinated by the idea of her roughened fingertips gliding over his skin but figured she'd more likely punch him for the thought than be flattered. Or reciprocate.
She chuckled softly. “I'm no great composer, Joon-ah. Just a two-bit picker.”
“Could have fooled me. I've heard some of the songs you play. They are beautiful.” Like you, he thought. She wasn't cookie-cutter beautiful like so many girls aimed for. She probably wasn't even really pretty by most standards but her music, her quirkiness, her quiet independence, and, yes, even her tomboyish tendencies made her beautiful to him.
“Thank you.” She glanced towards the fire and stared into the flames as if hypnotized. “Sometimes...” She stopped and chewed on her lower lip.
“Sometimes?” He encouraged.
Continuing to stare into the fire, she absently plucked a few strings. “Sometimes the notes say what I can't. Music is like...a language. One that says things there are no words for in any spoken language.”
“The language of the soul.”
It was barely a whisper but she heard and turned to him in surprise. “Yea. Exactly.”
In the soft summer night, oblivious to the heat of the fire or the other people around them, Joon and Amber spoke to each other of things bigger and smaller than themselves. Underneath their words was music, her music speaking to his soul.
Author: jesusluvsjaeho
Pairing: Joon/Amber
Prompt: Campfire
Rating: G
Summary: Joon and Amber bond
Warnings: none
Written for: f(blaq) challenge
She wasn't like the other girls at camp. Instead of flirting with the cute guys - of which he knew he was one - she flirted her fingers over the strings of a battered, sticker-covered acoustic guitar. She teased hauntingly beautiful rhythms from those tightly strung wires. He knew her fingertips were callused instead of soft. She tended to hide her hands - in the pockets of baggy board shorts, behind her back, curled in fists under her arms.
She wasn't hiding them now as she strummed her guitar as the other campers whispered, flirted, gossiped to the easy background music she provided. He sat next to her on a probably rotting piece of log and stared at her hands. They were a little bony and not particularly large. But her fingers were so graceful and sure as they moved along the fret board. He was fascinated.
She stopped playing, bit her lip, tucked a hank of short black hair behind one ear. “You're staring.”
Her voice was huskier than normal. Not that he got the pleasure of hearing her speak often. She seemed to only talk to some of the dorkier males at camp. “I like watching you play.”
Her eyes widened, firelight glimmering in the dark depths, giving the illusion of flame and passion. “You like to watch me play.”
“Yea.” Joon offered a smile, a bit whimsical. “Music is one of my greatest pleasures and I've always been fascinated by people who can create it.” He was also fascinated by the idea of her roughened fingertips gliding over his skin but figured she'd more likely punch him for the thought than be flattered. Or reciprocate.
She chuckled softly. “I'm no great composer, Joon-ah. Just a two-bit picker.”
“Could have fooled me. I've heard some of the songs you play. They are beautiful.” Like you, he thought. She wasn't cookie-cutter beautiful like so many girls aimed for. She probably wasn't even really pretty by most standards but her music, her quirkiness, her quiet independence, and, yes, even her tomboyish tendencies made her beautiful to him.
“Thank you.” She glanced towards the fire and stared into the flames as if hypnotized. “Sometimes...” She stopped and chewed on her lower lip.
“Sometimes?” He encouraged.
Continuing to stare into the fire, she absently plucked a few strings. “Sometimes the notes say what I can't. Music is like...a language. One that says things there are no words for in any spoken language.”
“The language of the soul.”
It was barely a whisper but she heard and turned to him in surprise. “Yea. Exactly.”
In the soft summer night, oblivious to the heat of the fire or the other people around them, Joon and Amber spoke to each other of things bigger and smaller than themselves. Underneath their words was music, her music speaking to his soul.