be brave and bare your soul.
rating: pg
pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~1200 words
genre: flufffff
Yoochun has a lot of songs written, composed, and ready to go. But he keeps them on his desk in piles of black folders and stacks of loose music sheets. He’s not ready to put them out there. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready to.
There are songs about a lover with a long, warm body. With a voice that sounds soft no matter how harsh the words it speaks are. A lover who rarely shows affection, but in the quiet, dim hours of the morning, Yoochun will feel fingers running through his black hair and hear that soft voice whispering “I love you, I’m sorry I can’t tell you properly.”
Yoochun knows the songs would sell, but he can’t bring himself to show them to another soul. They’re too close to his heart.
My heart, Yoochun muses. It’s been a while since he even felt like he had one. Changmin had captured it in his hand many years ago and never gave it back.
“Yoochun, why don’t you release a solo album? Jaejoong and Junsu did,” his mother says. Yoochun doesn’t really have an answer for that.
“I dunno mom, I just don’t feel ready.”
His mom smiles and pats his head and doesn’t ask again.
Jaejoong gets a vacation from the military just weeks before Yoochun is set to enlist himself. He texts Yoochun “I’m coming over” and Yoochun forgets to hide his notebooks.
Seeing Jaejoong after all those months brings a real smile to Yoochun’s face. “Missed you like hell,” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear as they hug.
“You too, Chun,” Jaejoong grins, and makes himself at home on Yoochun’s bed. Before long he spots the mess of papers and folders on Yoochun’s desk and hops off the bed and starts shuffling through the stacks.
“Jaejoong-hyung, no, don’t look at those,” Yoochun says, grasping at the sheets in a feeble effort to hide what he’s created.
“Let hyung look~,” Jaejoong sings
“Please don’t look at them I’m not ready for anyone else to see-”
“Oh, Yoochun,” Jaejoong stills, sets down the sheets in his hands. He’s already read the lyrics, skimmed over the notes. They read like a book of Yoochun’s heart.
Yoochun sighs in defeat and sits down on the foot of his own bed. “So you saw it then,” he grits.
Jaejoong sits down next to him. He fiddles with his own fingers for a few moments, unsure of what to say.
“Release one.”
“What?”
“A song. Release a song. Or two, or three, I don’t know, they’re all masterpieces by the looks of it.”
“I can’t, Jaejoong.”
“Why not?”
Yoochun looks away. “Because I’m scared.”
Jaejoong smiles softly. “Those songs are like confessions. If you put them out there, at least he will know. And I promise you, you’ll feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders.”
“I can’t.”
Jaejoong grips one of Yoochun’s hands. “You can.”
Three days later Jaejoong returns to his military base and Yoochun is left with his thoughts, his feelings, and a stack of music sheets even messier than before.
He releases his first solo song a week later. There wasn’t much editing to be done to the piece-it was already perfect. They just had to take a few days to record. It wouldn’t have taken that long if Yoochun could hold back the lump in his throat. He wasn’t ready for this but it was now or never.
It reaches the top spot on several charts and holds on for a few days before settling into a respectable position in the top 20 songs-staff and management and friends and family clap Yoochun on the back and take him out for meals and drinks and Yoochun’s anxiety about putting his heart out in the public for everyone to see fades slowly but surely.
He walks home from the restaurant at 2 a.m., still giddy and happy from the success and the well wishes from his friends. He laughs to himself when he remembers when Junsu spilled soup on himself and groaned-“why me?”
Yoochun notices someone standing outside his apartment building, leaning against the wall. A tall, slim figure in casual clothes fit for the summer night air. Yoochun blinks and walks closer.
“You wrote a song about me?”
Yoochun thinks his ears are playing tricks on him. “Changmin?”
The younger man steps out of the shows and into the light provided by the streetlamp. “It was about me, wasn’t it?”
Yoochun is suddenly terrified. He’s never been brave, not like Jaejoong. Jaejoong could write a million confessions, pour his heart out onto paper and piano and sell it or give it out like candy. Yoochun can’t. He doesn’t know what possessed him when he decided to listen to Jaejoong and record the damn song.
But he thinks if he was brave enough to record the song, he should be brave enough for this too, because this was bound to happen.
Yoochun swallows around all his fear.
“Yeah. It was about you. And it wasn’t just one song. There’s a million more like that one.”
Changmin looks taken aback, like he doesn’t quite know what to make of this.
“When did you make them?”
“I can’t remember. But I guess I started seven or eight years ago. They weren’t always specifically about you. But as time went on, it became clear to me that they were. And since then I can’t write about anyone else, really.”
Changmin stands with his feet frozen to the pavement. He draws a shaky breath and casts his eyes downward.
“It was beautiful.”
This time it’s Yoochun who doesn’t know what to say.
The breeze picks up and it lifts Changmin’s black bangs out of his eyes. Yoochun follows the wind and steps closer to the younger man and hesitantly, as though asking for permission, rests his fingertips on Changmin’s cheek. Changmin can only gaze down into Yoochun’s eyes-maybe because he’s not sure himself.
“Do you feel the same way?” Yoochun asks, breathless for some reason.
Changmin answers Yoochun with a kiss as soft as the summer breeze. The feeling of Changmin’s lips against Yoochun’s own is so heavenly that Yoochun can’t help but smile into their kiss. His heart soars and he wraps his arms around Changmin’s back-now broad and muscled.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” Changmin confesses.
Yoochun can’t help but tease. “What else have you wanted to do to me?”
Changmin grips Yoochun’s hips and pulls him roughly into his embrace. “You know that line in your song where we wake up together and I run my fingers through your hair?” Changmin brushes Yoochun’s bangs out of his face. “I want to do that.”
Yoochun smiles. “Me too.”
Changmin smiles shyly and oh, Yoochun missed him so much, missed his smile and his soft, soft voice.
Yoochun closes his eyes and Changmin kisses him again and Yoochun writes a thousand and one more songs in his head-all about the lover with the mismatched eyes and the voice like dry cotton and smile like the sun-and Changmin is the first to hear them all in the form of wet kisses and happy tears and fingers gripped tight and “I love you. Changmin, Changmin,” he whispers, "god I love you."
“I love you too, idiot.”
a/n: :( i have writers block recently and this was kind of from a twit convo with nabi (voldemochi) and yeah idk;;; just wanted to post something. when will yoochun release a solo album. idk.
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pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~1200 words
genre: flufffff
Yoochun has a lot of songs written, composed, and ready to go. But he keeps them on his desk in piles of black folders and stacks of loose music sheets. He’s not ready to put them out there. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready to.
There are songs about a lover with a long, warm body. With a voice that sounds soft no matter how harsh the words it speaks are. A lover who rarely shows affection, but in the quiet, dim hours of the morning, Yoochun will feel fingers running through his black hair and hear that soft voice whispering “I love you, I’m sorry I can’t tell you properly.”
Yoochun knows the songs would sell, but he can’t bring himself to show them to another soul. They’re too close to his heart.
My heart, Yoochun muses. It’s been a while since he even felt like he had one. Changmin had captured it in his hand many years ago and never gave it back.
“Yoochun, why don’t you release a solo album? Jaejoong and Junsu did,” his mother says. Yoochun doesn’t really have an answer for that.
“I dunno mom, I just don’t feel ready.”
His mom smiles and pats his head and doesn’t ask again.
Jaejoong gets a vacation from the military just weeks before Yoochun is set to enlist himself. He texts Yoochun “I’m coming over” and Yoochun forgets to hide his notebooks.
Seeing Jaejoong after all those months brings a real smile to Yoochun’s face. “Missed you like hell,” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear as they hug.
“You too, Chun,” Jaejoong grins, and makes himself at home on Yoochun’s bed. Before long he spots the mess of papers and folders on Yoochun’s desk and hops off the bed and starts shuffling through the stacks.
“Jaejoong-hyung, no, don’t look at those,” Yoochun says, grasping at the sheets in a feeble effort to hide what he’s created.
“Let hyung look~,” Jaejoong sings
“Please don’t look at them I’m not ready for anyone else to see-”
“Oh, Yoochun,” Jaejoong stills, sets down the sheets in his hands. He’s already read the lyrics, skimmed over the notes. They read like a book of Yoochun’s heart.
Yoochun sighs in defeat and sits down on the foot of his own bed. “So you saw it then,” he grits.
Jaejoong sits down next to him. He fiddles with his own fingers for a few moments, unsure of what to say.
“Release one.”
“What?”
“A song. Release a song. Or two, or three, I don’t know, they’re all masterpieces by the looks of it.”
“I can’t, Jaejoong.”
“Why not?”
Yoochun looks away. “Because I’m scared.”
Jaejoong smiles softly. “Those songs are like confessions. If you put them out there, at least he will know. And I promise you, you’ll feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders.”
“I can’t.”
Jaejoong grips one of Yoochun’s hands. “You can.”
Three days later Jaejoong returns to his military base and Yoochun is left with his thoughts, his feelings, and a stack of music sheets even messier than before.
He releases his first solo song a week later. There wasn’t much editing to be done to the piece-it was already perfect. They just had to take a few days to record. It wouldn’t have taken that long if Yoochun could hold back the lump in his throat. He wasn’t ready for this but it was now or never.
It reaches the top spot on several charts and holds on for a few days before settling into a respectable position in the top 20 songs-staff and management and friends and family clap Yoochun on the back and take him out for meals and drinks and Yoochun’s anxiety about putting his heart out in the public for everyone to see fades slowly but surely.
He walks home from the restaurant at 2 a.m., still giddy and happy from the success and the well wishes from his friends. He laughs to himself when he remembers when Junsu spilled soup on himself and groaned-“why me?”
Yoochun notices someone standing outside his apartment building, leaning against the wall. A tall, slim figure in casual clothes fit for the summer night air. Yoochun blinks and walks closer.
“You wrote a song about me?”
Yoochun thinks his ears are playing tricks on him. “Changmin?”
The younger man steps out of the shows and into the light provided by the streetlamp. “It was about me, wasn’t it?”
Yoochun is suddenly terrified. He’s never been brave, not like Jaejoong. Jaejoong could write a million confessions, pour his heart out onto paper and piano and sell it or give it out like candy. Yoochun can’t. He doesn’t know what possessed him when he decided to listen to Jaejoong and record the damn song.
But he thinks if he was brave enough to record the song, he should be brave enough for this too, because this was bound to happen.
Yoochun swallows around all his fear.
“Yeah. It was about you. And it wasn’t just one song. There’s a million more like that one.”
Changmin looks taken aback, like he doesn’t quite know what to make of this.
“When did you make them?”
“I can’t remember. But I guess I started seven or eight years ago. They weren’t always specifically about you. But as time went on, it became clear to me that they were. And since then I can’t write about anyone else, really.”
Changmin stands with his feet frozen to the pavement. He draws a shaky breath and casts his eyes downward.
“It was beautiful.”
This time it’s Yoochun who doesn’t know what to say.
The breeze picks up and it lifts Changmin’s black bangs out of his eyes. Yoochun follows the wind and steps closer to the younger man and hesitantly, as though asking for permission, rests his fingertips on Changmin’s cheek. Changmin can only gaze down into Yoochun’s eyes-maybe because he’s not sure himself.
“Do you feel the same way?” Yoochun asks, breathless for some reason.
Changmin answers Yoochun with a kiss as soft as the summer breeze. The feeling of Changmin’s lips against Yoochun’s own is so heavenly that Yoochun can’t help but smile into their kiss. His heart soars and he wraps his arms around Changmin’s back-now broad and muscled.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” Changmin confesses.
Yoochun can’t help but tease. “What else have you wanted to do to me?”
Changmin grips Yoochun’s hips and pulls him roughly into his embrace. “You know that line in your song where we wake up together and I run my fingers through your hair?” Changmin brushes Yoochun’s bangs out of his face. “I want to do that.”
Yoochun smiles. “Me too.”
Changmin smiles shyly and oh, Yoochun missed him so much, missed his smile and his soft, soft voice.
Yoochun closes his eyes and Changmin kisses him again and Yoochun writes a thousand and one more songs in his head-all about the lover with the mismatched eyes and the voice like dry cotton and smile like the sun-and Changmin is the first to hear them all in the form of wet kisses and happy tears and fingers gripped tight and “I love you. Changmin, Changmin,” he whispers, "god I love you."
“I love you too, idiot.”
a/n: :( i have writers block recently and this was kind of from a twit convo with nabi (voldemochi) and yeah idk;;; just wanted to post something. when will yoochun release a solo album. idk.
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