give me a song to sing about
give me a song to sing about
yoochun/junsu
g; 130w.
It begins with a smile and a hello. It ends with a goodbye and his phone number. It spirals from first meetings and awkward conversations to coffee dates and long walks on the beach. You make music together; his hands on yours as he leads you, gliding across glossy piano keys of ebony and ivory. Of flats and sharps and undiscovered melodies. When you start to sing, your voice trembles but when he joins you at the chorus, your voice soars. He is the bass and you are the tenor: different yet the same. Your voices blend harmonies and lyrical lies, smoothing out sonatas and becoming one. You keep his dreams in your pocket and he wears your heart on his sleeve, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
yoochun/junsu
g; 130w.
It begins with a smile and a hello. It ends with a goodbye and his phone number. It spirals from first meetings and awkward conversations to coffee dates and long walks on the beach. You make music together; his hands on yours as he leads you, gliding across glossy piano keys of ebony and ivory. Of flats and sharps and undiscovered melodies. When you start to sing, your voice trembles but when he joins you at the chorus, your voice soars. He is the bass and you are the tenor: different yet the same. Your voices blend harmonies and lyrical lies, smoothing out sonatas and becoming one. You keep his dreams in your pocket and he wears your heart on his sleeve, and you wouldn't have it any other way.