[FIC] Hello Mr. Piano Man {JaeSu, PG?}
{Hello Mr. Piano Man}
JaeSu, PG?
Slight angst? I really don't know... >.>
The click of ivory keys, the faint clunk of the step as fingers dance, dressed in silver and platinum hoops of past birthdays, random souvenirs of places they’ll never see and have contrastingly seen over and over again. Strings tremor and shake inside the shell of it’s glossy, midnight black body, the air shifting to accommodate ricocheting waves that speak of normalcy, beauty, love and goodbyes.
The pound of your heart heightens, filling in every empty space the chords can’t quite reach and it’s heavy.
Lash-kissed cheeks, damp with the memories of times long forgotten but still so fresh, so vivid and searing. A story weaves it’s way through the jump of digits and the quivering echoes, taking you by the hand and offering a peek into the open wounds of one‘s heart breaking. Tiny fingerprints, footprints and tear blotches are so evident in the melody that it’s hard to register what exactly hides behind the regret, the inky notes running down the bars with pain.
But it’s even harder to keep watching all of it unfold in it‘s rawest state.
The pull of muscles under pale, almost translucent flesh glistens with the fire of anger but fades with overwhelming sadness and flickers in the wind of potential happiness. So many unforgiving words and long since kisses lace themselves over lips and through vocal chords, harmonizing with strikes of the black and white truth at his fingertips. No more shades of grey left in the world to distort and hide underneath.
You know you can’t be all the other colors he so obviously needs.
“Joongie~?”
A jolt of reality passes through him, bringing him back to the here and now.
“Wh-What?”
“We have to be ready by eight, so we can get to the airport on time…”
Silence echoes even louder then the piano’s halting chord.
“Come here.”
The tendons of your fingers grip the doorframe and the joints of your legs yell for an escape. But you follow the soft, rasp of his command despite yourself.
“Sit down.”
Doe-like and round, but still perfectly pointed at the corners, his eyes are softening to that comforting look he puts on whenever asked about his emotional or mental state. The seat is large enough to accommodate two bodies, but arms brush and his shirtless form becomes too welcoming.
“Kiss me.”
Air stops in your throat and lodges itself to your vocal chords.
“Wha-why?”
“I want to know if...”
Thrumming, the slight ache surges with the blood through your body at the look in his eyes, the defeat and hopelessness. Leaning in close, breath warm and wavering over the corner of your mouth, you inhale the humid exhale, fully expecting to have lips claimed by his own.
“I want to touch you so bad, Junsu.”
But maybe for now, you can be that one shade of grey, so dark it can only be seen as black.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
-
Kiss したまま、さよなら started playing on iTunes yesterday & I just started bawling my eyes out...
This is what came out of it... >.>
Leave me something pretty to gush over? 8D ♥
JaeSu, PG?
Slight angst? I really don't know... >.>
The click of ivory keys, the faint clunk of the step as fingers dance, dressed in silver and platinum hoops of past birthdays, random souvenirs of places they’ll never see and have contrastingly seen over and over again. Strings tremor and shake inside the shell of it’s glossy, midnight black body, the air shifting to accommodate ricocheting waves that speak of normalcy, beauty, love and goodbyes.
The pound of your heart heightens, filling in every empty space the chords can’t quite reach and it’s heavy.
Lash-kissed cheeks, damp with the memories of times long forgotten but still so fresh, so vivid and searing. A story weaves it’s way through the jump of digits and the quivering echoes, taking you by the hand and offering a peek into the open wounds of one‘s heart breaking. Tiny fingerprints, footprints and tear blotches are so evident in the melody that it’s hard to register what exactly hides behind the regret, the inky notes running down the bars with pain.
But it’s even harder to keep watching all of it unfold in it‘s rawest state.
The pull of muscles under pale, almost translucent flesh glistens with the fire of anger but fades with overwhelming sadness and flickers in the wind of potential happiness. So many unforgiving words and long since kisses lace themselves over lips and through vocal chords, harmonizing with strikes of the black and white truth at his fingertips. No more shades of grey left in the world to distort and hide underneath.
You know you can’t be all the other colors he so obviously needs.
“Joongie~?”
A jolt of reality passes through him, bringing him back to the here and now.
“Wh-What?”
“We have to be ready by eight, so we can get to the airport on time…”
Silence echoes even louder then the piano’s halting chord.
“Come here.”
The tendons of your fingers grip the doorframe and the joints of your legs yell for an escape. But you follow the soft, rasp of his command despite yourself.
“Sit down.”
Doe-like and round, but still perfectly pointed at the corners, his eyes are softening to that comforting look he puts on whenever asked about his emotional or mental state. The seat is large enough to accommodate two bodies, but arms brush and his shirtless form becomes too welcoming.
“Kiss me.”
Air stops in your throat and lodges itself to your vocal chords.
“Wha-why?”
“I want to know if...”
Thrumming, the slight ache surges with the blood through your body at the look in his eyes, the defeat and hopelessness. Leaning in close, breath warm and wavering over the corner of your mouth, you inhale the humid exhale, fully expecting to have lips claimed by his own.
“I want to touch you so bad, Junsu.”
But maybe for now, you can be that one shade of grey, so dark it can only be seen as black.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
-
Kiss したまま、さよなら started playing on iTunes yesterday & I just started bawling my eyes out...
This is what came out of it... >.>
Leave me something pretty to gush over? 8D ♥