I Can't Hear You
Title: I Can't Hear You
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Baro/Jinyoung
Rating: G
Word Count: A clean 2000
Summary: The rain makes a couple sprout-dols restless.
The floorboards were cold.
They creaked underneath his feet, and he winced with every step. He started to shuffle to minimize the noise. He was touching the walls with his hands, hoping his penguin-like position would help him navigate the pitch black hallway without bumping into the walls and waking anybody up.
Cha Sunwoo could hear the rain pattering on the windows of the dorm. Every now and then flashes of light would seep through the slats of the blinds in the apartment, illuminating the rooms just a bit for a split second, and soon after would come the rumble of thunder. He hoped the storm would help him move undetected.
He almost tripped as one of his hands fell off the wall, grasping for nothing. One of the doors was open, and he could hear soft sighing coming from some inside section of the black expanse he was walking through.
Finding the switch with a swipe of his hand along the wall, Baro turned on the light.
“Hyung?”
The boy was sitting on the couch, and his red hair flicked as he turned to see who else was up and about that night. He kept blinking, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light.
“Oh, Sunwoo? What are you doing up?”
“I was going to the kitchen, I was hungry.” Baro winced, remembering who he was talking to and doubting his leader would approve of unhealthy late night snacking.
But Jinyoung laughed lightly. “It’s ok, I won’t tell.”
“…And, well, I was actually going to ask you the same thing, hyung.”
Jinyoung sighed, looking at the disorganized pile of sheet music on his lap. The pages were out of order and the notes he had penciled in had been smudged by his own hands lingering too long on the paper. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep, so…”
Baro blinked. “So, you’ve just been sitting in the dark? Why didn’t you go to bed in the room with us?”
The four other boys were used to going to bed long before their leader, who would be left undisturbed by even their managers to work on his music.
Sunwoo would worry, though he would never show it, much less say anything. But he could always rest soundly when he woke up in the middle of the night and heard another person’s rhythmic breathing coming from the bed that had been empty when he had first closed his eyes.
Baro had lied about his hunger. When he awoke and found that that person was absent from the room, Sunwoo had felt empty somewhere besides his stomach, which had tightened with unease.
Jinyoung wasn’t answering and was instead staring into space, his fingers curling the corners of his sheet music.
“Hyung?”
“What? Oh… Dongwoo was snoring, and that just made it worse… Usually I can just drown it out,” he chuckled, “but with the rain and everything… I actually kind of prefer it in here, quieter, y’know?”
Baro was hurt, but it flashed across his face and disappeared before he his leader could notice. Did Jinyoung really prefer a couch in an empty room to a bed with his best friends?
He turned to leave. “Ok. Good night then.”
“Were you worried about me, Sunwoo?”
“No, why would you think that?” Baro couldn’t help blushing, and the shade of his face turned redder when Jinyoung’s smile widened, his snickering turning to outright laughter.
His hand on the doorframe, Sunwoo lowered his head but turned his eyes toward Jinyoung. “Hyung, do you really like it better here than with us in the room? Is it too crowded? Are we too loud?”
Jinyoung’s eyebrows raised, and he stopped laughing. “What? No, that’s not what I meant.” He cleared his throat, reshuffling and straightening the papers on his lap awkwardly.
“It’s just that tonight, I’m not tired for some reason, or maybe it’s like I’m past the point where I’m too tired that I can hardly close my eyes. Just tonight, for some rea-”
A particularly loud roll of thunder rumbled through the house again like a wave, and Jinyoung flinched.
After a few moments, Baro sat down on the arm of the couch. It was his turn to make fun.
“Hyung, you’re not afraid of thunder and lightning, are you?” He nudged Jinyoung playfully, happy for such a simple explanation to his leader’s insomnia.
But Jinyoung scoffed, batting him away. “No, it’s not that I’m afraid of it, jeez…”
This was true.
He just hated it. He hated the way the sound of the storms drowned out the sounds of others in the room, trapped him in his own thoughts without Dongwoo’s heavy, bear-like breathing or Chansik’s murmuring or Junghwan’s constant movement to pull him out of his head. Without Sunwoo’s soft “Good night,” when he finally crawled under his sheets, because the sound of the rain had kept Baro from waking at the sound of Jinyoung’s footsteps like he usually did.
He would start to worry all by himself, tossing and turning as all of their problems washed over him in an endless stream. He would be too anxious to sleep and would shift and kick through the night, though because of the rain the other members wouldn’t hear him. And then it would be time to get up, and Jinyoung would rise with the rest of them.
He didn’t hate the storm itself. He hated how alone he felt because of it.
Having experienced nighttime storms before, Jinyoung had known he wouldn’t have been able to take it if he had gone to bed that night.
“It’s keeping me up… The rain… So I came here and started working, thought I might as well be productive if I’m not resting…”
He had actually jammed his headphones over his ears and turned his music as loud as it could go, but no matter how high the volume was he couldn’t shake off the weight he was putting on his own shoulders. So his headphones had been tossed unceremoniously onto the keyboard at the computer a few feet away.
“Really?” Baro asked genuinely. “What have you done?”
Jinyoung swallowed, looking again through his notes. He had hardly touched them; his creative energy had fizzled out a while ago, adding another issue to the list he was reviewing over and over that night.
“Well, I started… I was adding a bit, and then… It sounds…” He stammered as Baro slid onto the cushion next to him and looked at him expectedly.
“Here, let me see…”
Sunwoo had taken the music from Jinyoung’s hands. “Oh, but…”
Jinyoung stopped talking as Baro took a hard look at the bars and began to hum each note, one at a time, very slowly. He made a few mistakes, but found his way quickly back to the correct tune. He repeated the harmony a few more times until he was humming at the correct tempo, smiling to himself.
The red-haired boy watched him with fascination, and was weirdly unsettled when Baro stopped.
“It sounds really nice… I think-”
“Sunwoo?”
Baro looked up quickly. “Yes, hyung?”
“Do you think… do you think you could sing to me?”
A pause.
Sunwoo didn’t move, waiting for his hyung to start laughing, telling him he was just joking around and that they should both go to sleep. But Jinyoung looked earnest.
“Sing? To you? …Why?”
Jinyoung shifted in his seat. “I think… Maybe it’ll help me sleep. I don’t know. I was just thinking about it. It’s a thought.”
Baro cleared his throat and shrugged. “Well, I’m just a rapper, so… I don’t know, maybe Junghwan or CNU hyung can help you out with this one? I just… I don’t think…”
“What? No, it’s ok. I love your voice.”
Jinyoung commented on this absently, but it was true. The music coming from his headphones had sounded tinny and artificial to him; it hadn’t helped at all. But Baro’s voice was always warm regardless of what he was using it for.
He was still too lost in his own thoughts to notice Baro’s second blush of the night.
“If you don’t want to do it, it’s ok, too… You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Sunwoo almost scoffed at Jinyoung’s dramatically melancholy expression. They both knew it would be too much to bear for Baro not to say yes.
“Then should I sing Sleep Well Goodnight or-oof!”
Baro almost cried out when Jinyoung propped his legs on top of the furniture and rested his head on Sunwoo’s lap. He folded his hands below his chest, moving his shoulders until he was comfortable.
“What are you-”
“Really? That’s the song you pick? Are you planning to leave me to go dancing as soon as my eyelids shut?”
Baro rolled his eyes, then contemplated.
“I don’t know the lyrics to a lot of other group’s songs…”
Jinyoung waved his hand dismissively. “Great! Just go with one of ours, that’s fine.”
Baro waited. “Actually, I don’t know a lot of our lyrics, so…”
“You’re stalling. Pick a song.”
Sunwoo tutted and searched his head for their discography, his face reddening again as he went over the lyrics to each song, each more romantic than the next.
“Chu Chu Chu?”
“Sure!”
I think about you all night
Your eyes, your nose, everything about you
Your reflection behind me from the mirror
Makes me exhausted, no, drives me crazy
I like it so much…
No.
“OK.”
“Why not?”
As if caught up in a fantasy
As if having everything
Even time seems to stop
I wanna get yours be mine
Cute fox, I can’t resist your sweet temptation
No!
“Maybe-”
“How about Only One?” Jinyoung interrupted. “I like that one.”
Baro tapped his chin, then looked down at Jinyoung. “Really, but…?
“It’s one of my favorites.”
So he sighed and began tentatively.
“Cry when you want to cry.
Don’t purposely hold in your sadness
I’ll embrace you so that you can smile again…”
Jinyoung was laughing, his eyes now closed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing. Keep going, and be louder! I can hardly hear you.”
Baro scoffed then propped his elbow up on the back of the couch. He sang, comfortable as Jinyoung started to breathe quietly and evenly.
“Find your broken dreams again. Don’t say that you can’t
I will help you make that dream come true
When you feel like you can’t breathe, close your eyes for a bit and think about your future…”
Baro’s voice was wavering and a little rough. His tone was too low, but Jinyoung said nothing, enjoying it more than he would ever confess.
“I pray no tears in your dreams
I know you’ll fly high in your life…”
“Honestly, if you did this for me every night, I really would never have a problem sleeping at all.”
“I don’t think so, hyung.”
Jinyoung laughed again, his face turning peaceful when Baro started again, half considering the suggestion
“Although this world tries to look at you with a small view
I can confidently say…”
Sunwoo sighed into the last few words, and without thinking placed a hand on top of Jinyoung’s.
“You are the only one…”
Baro caught himself close to moving part of Jinyoung’s bangs away from his eyes, then continued; it looked like the red-haired boy had fallen asleep anyway.
The one sitting upright snatched his hand away when Jinyoung turned, pulling his knees closer to his stomach. He wanted to move so Sunwoo wouldn’t see the smile he hadn’t been able hold in.
Baro had stopped singing, but soon Jinyoung fell asleep for real, feeling content with the warmth of the legs beneath him.
And Sunwoo found himself stuck, but didn’t have any problem with it at all.
The last bolt of lightning struck and disappeared, the final drum of thunder passed, and the pattering on the windows stopped. So they both began to dream with the lights on, of clear skies and soft music.
A/N: My first B1A4 fic. If you got all the way through, thank you for reading, sweet pea! ^^
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Baro/Jinyoung
Rating: G
Word Count: A clean 2000
Summary: The rain makes a couple sprout-dols restless.
The floorboards were cold.
They creaked underneath his feet, and he winced with every step. He started to shuffle to minimize the noise. He was touching the walls with his hands, hoping his penguin-like position would help him navigate the pitch black hallway without bumping into the walls and waking anybody up.
Cha Sunwoo could hear the rain pattering on the windows of the dorm. Every now and then flashes of light would seep through the slats of the blinds in the apartment, illuminating the rooms just a bit for a split second, and soon after would come the rumble of thunder. He hoped the storm would help him move undetected.
He almost tripped as one of his hands fell off the wall, grasping for nothing. One of the doors was open, and he could hear soft sighing coming from some inside section of the black expanse he was walking through.
Finding the switch with a swipe of his hand along the wall, Baro turned on the light.
“Hyung?”
The boy was sitting on the couch, and his red hair flicked as he turned to see who else was up and about that night. He kept blinking, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light.
“Oh, Sunwoo? What are you doing up?”
“I was going to the kitchen, I was hungry.” Baro winced, remembering who he was talking to and doubting his leader would approve of unhealthy late night snacking.
But Jinyoung laughed lightly. “It’s ok, I won’t tell.”
“…And, well, I was actually going to ask you the same thing, hyung.”
Jinyoung sighed, looking at the disorganized pile of sheet music on his lap. The pages were out of order and the notes he had penciled in had been smudged by his own hands lingering too long on the paper. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep, so…”
Baro blinked. “So, you’ve just been sitting in the dark? Why didn’t you go to bed in the room with us?”
The four other boys were used to going to bed long before their leader, who would be left undisturbed by even their managers to work on his music.
Sunwoo would worry, though he would never show it, much less say anything. But he could always rest soundly when he woke up in the middle of the night and heard another person’s rhythmic breathing coming from the bed that had been empty when he had first closed his eyes.
Baro had lied about his hunger. When he awoke and found that that person was absent from the room, Sunwoo had felt empty somewhere besides his stomach, which had tightened with unease.
Jinyoung wasn’t answering and was instead staring into space, his fingers curling the corners of his sheet music.
“Hyung?”
“What? Oh… Dongwoo was snoring, and that just made it worse… Usually I can just drown it out,” he chuckled, “but with the rain and everything… I actually kind of prefer it in here, quieter, y’know?”
Baro was hurt, but it flashed across his face and disappeared before he his leader could notice. Did Jinyoung really prefer a couch in an empty room to a bed with his best friends?
He turned to leave. “Ok. Good night then.”
“Were you worried about me, Sunwoo?”
“No, why would you think that?” Baro couldn’t help blushing, and the shade of his face turned redder when Jinyoung’s smile widened, his snickering turning to outright laughter.
His hand on the doorframe, Sunwoo lowered his head but turned his eyes toward Jinyoung. “Hyung, do you really like it better here than with us in the room? Is it too crowded? Are we too loud?”
Jinyoung’s eyebrows raised, and he stopped laughing. “What? No, that’s not what I meant.” He cleared his throat, reshuffling and straightening the papers on his lap awkwardly.
“It’s just that tonight, I’m not tired for some reason, or maybe it’s like I’m past the point where I’m too tired that I can hardly close my eyes. Just tonight, for some rea-”
A particularly loud roll of thunder rumbled through the house again like a wave, and Jinyoung flinched.
After a few moments, Baro sat down on the arm of the couch. It was his turn to make fun.
“Hyung, you’re not afraid of thunder and lightning, are you?” He nudged Jinyoung playfully, happy for such a simple explanation to his leader’s insomnia.
But Jinyoung scoffed, batting him away. “No, it’s not that I’m afraid of it, jeez…”
This was true.
He just hated it. He hated the way the sound of the storms drowned out the sounds of others in the room, trapped him in his own thoughts without Dongwoo’s heavy, bear-like breathing or Chansik’s murmuring or Junghwan’s constant movement to pull him out of his head. Without Sunwoo’s soft “Good night,” when he finally crawled under his sheets, because the sound of the rain had kept Baro from waking at the sound of Jinyoung’s footsteps like he usually did.
He would start to worry all by himself, tossing and turning as all of their problems washed over him in an endless stream. He would be too anxious to sleep and would shift and kick through the night, though because of the rain the other members wouldn’t hear him. And then it would be time to get up, and Jinyoung would rise with the rest of them.
He didn’t hate the storm itself. He hated how alone he felt because of it.
Having experienced nighttime storms before, Jinyoung had known he wouldn’t have been able to take it if he had gone to bed that night.
“It’s keeping me up… The rain… So I came here and started working, thought I might as well be productive if I’m not resting…”
He had actually jammed his headphones over his ears and turned his music as loud as it could go, but no matter how high the volume was he couldn’t shake off the weight he was putting on his own shoulders. So his headphones had been tossed unceremoniously onto the keyboard at the computer a few feet away.
“Really?” Baro asked genuinely. “What have you done?”
Jinyoung swallowed, looking again through his notes. He had hardly touched them; his creative energy had fizzled out a while ago, adding another issue to the list he was reviewing over and over that night.
“Well, I started… I was adding a bit, and then… It sounds…” He stammered as Baro slid onto the cushion next to him and looked at him expectedly.
“Here, let me see…”
Sunwoo had taken the music from Jinyoung’s hands. “Oh, but…”
Jinyoung stopped talking as Baro took a hard look at the bars and began to hum each note, one at a time, very slowly. He made a few mistakes, but found his way quickly back to the correct tune. He repeated the harmony a few more times until he was humming at the correct tempo, smiling to himself.
The red-haired boy watched him with fascination, and was weirdly unsettled when Baro stopped.
“It sounds really nice… I think-”
“Sunwoo?”
Baro looked up quickly. “Yes, hyung?”
“Do you think… do you think you could sing to me?”
A pause.
Sunwoo didn’t move, waiting for his hyung to start laughing, telling him he was just joking around and that they should both go to sleep. But Jinyoung looked earnest.
“Sing? To you? …Why?”
Jinyoung shifted in his seat. “I think… Maybe it’ll help me sleep. I don’t know. I was just thinking about it. It’s a thought.”
Baro cleared his throat and shrugged. “Well, I’m just a rapper, so… I don’t know, maybe Junghwan or CNU hyung can help you out with this one? I just… I don’t think…”
“What? No, it’s ok. I love your voice.”
Jinyoung commented on this absently, but it was true. The music coming from his headphones had sounded tinny and artificial to him; it hadn’t helped at all. But Baro’s voice was always warm regardless of what he was using it for.
He was still too lost in his own thoughts to notice Baro’s second blush of the night.
“If you don’t want to do it, it’s ok, too… You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Sunwoo almost scoffed at Jinyoung’s dramatically melancholy expression. They both knew it would be too much to bear for Baro not to say yes.
“Then should I sing Sleep Well Goodnight or-oof!”
Baro almost cried out when Jinyoung propped his legs on top of the furniture and rested his head on Sunwoo’s lap. He folded his hands below his chest, moving his shoulders until he was comfortable.
“What are you-”
“Really? That’s the song you pick? Are you planning to leave me to go dancing as soon as my eyelids shut?”
Baro rolled his eyes, then contemplated.
“I don’t know the lyrics to a lot of other group’s songs…”
Jinyoung waved his hand dismissively. “Great! Just go with one of ours, that’s fine.”
Baro waited. “Actually, I don’t know a lot of our lyrics, so…”
“You’re stalling. Pick a song.”
Sunwoo tutted and searched his head for their discography, his face reddening again as he went over the lyrics to each song, each more romantic than the next.
“Chu Chu Chu?”
“Sure!”
I think about you all night
Your eyes, your nose, everything about you
Your reflection behind me from the mirror
Makes me exhausted, no, drives me crazy
I like it so much…
No.
“OK.”
“Why not?”
As if caught up in a fantasy
As if having everything
Even time seems to stop
I wanna get yours be mine
Cute fox, I can’t resist your sweet temptation
No!
“Maybe-”
“How about Only One?” Jinyoung interrupted. “I like that one.”
Baro tapped his chin, then looked down at Jinyoung. “Really, but…?
“It’s one of my favorites.”
So he sighed and began tentatively.
“Cry when you want to cry.
Don’t purposely hold in your sadness
I’ll embrace you so that you can smile again…”
Jinyoung was laughing, his eyes now closed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing. Keep going, and be louder! I can hardly hear you.”
Baro scoffed then propped his elbow up on the back of the couch. He sang, comfortable as Jinyoung started to breathe quietly and evenly.
“Find your broken dreams again. Don’t say that you can’t
I will help you make that dream come true
When you feel like you can’t breathe, close your eyes for a bit and think about your future…”
Baro’s voice was wavering and a little rough. His tone was too low, but Jinyoung said nothing, enjoying it more than he would ever confess.
“I pray no tears in your dreams
I know you’ll fly high in your life…”
“Honestly, if you did this for me every night, I really would never have a problem sleeping at all.”
“I don’t think so, hyung.”
Jinyoung laughed again, his face turning peaceful when Baro started again, half considering the suggestion
“Although this world tries to look at you with a small view
I can confidently say…”
Sunwoo sighed into the last few words, and without thinking placed a hand on top of Jinyoung’s.
“You are the only one…”
Baro caught himself close to moving part of Jinyoung’s bangs away from his eyes, then continued; it looked like the red-haired boy had fallen asleep anyway.
The one sitting upright snatched his hand away when Jinyoung turned, pulling his knees closer to his stomach. He wanted to move so Sunwoo wouldn’t see the smile he hadn’t been able hold in.
Baro had stopped singing, but soon Jinyoung fell asleep for real, feeling content with the warmth of the legs beneath him.
And Sunwoo found himself stuck, but didn’t have any problem with it at all.
The last bolt of lightning struck and disappeared, the final drum of thunder passed, and the pattering on the windows stopped. So they both began to dream with the lights on, of clear skies and soft music.
A/N: My first B1A4 fic. If you got all the way through, thank you for reading, sweet pea! ^^