Just Like Music - Eunsook (Girl!Onew) and Taemin
Title: Just Like Music
Pairing: Eunsook and Taemin (Girl!Onew)
Length: 1657
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Eunsook is just an average girl, she thinks. Taemin sees something else in her altogether.
A/N: I swore I'd never write a gender switch fic. Guess I was wrong. This was a request on the Challenge Me thing from a while back. Prompt was Eunsook/Taemin - a candle loses nothing by lighting another. I hope this comes close to what you wanted.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Extreme fluffyness. No really.
Eunsook sits at the bar, watching people walk by in the mirror behind the rows and rows of multicolored bottles. She's not looking at herself though it may look like it. As far as she's concerned she's just average. Average height, average weight, average brown hair, average brown eyes, etc. Well, except for maybe an above average tendency to fall over her own feet and an above average ability to read music. She makes a face when she catches her own eyes and takes a sip from her glass of plain pepsi, no rum thank you.
Somewhere behind her out on the dancefloor is Gwibboon, who dragged her out here to this night club so she could sit at the bar by herself. It's not Gwibboon's fault she found that handsome tall drink of water she's currently dancing with in between kisses. The guy has a killer smile and an easy tolerance for Gwibboon's tendency to talk 80 miles a second. It must be love.
Eunsook shrugs a shoulder and pulls up the falling neckline of the oversized sweater Gwibboon made her wear. Her impulse is to gather the neckline up to her throat like a little old lady but she refuses to look that unutterably sad so she lets it hang but tries to keep it on somewhat of an even keel. Sighing, Eunsook looks down at her hands which are plain and average and a little square. Not long and delicate like Gwibboon's, but they look capable and that's not all bad, is it?
Her nails are freshly manicured at least, a simple french manicure dotted with artistic little flowers. There's two rings on her hand, one on her pinky from her mother and one on the index finger of the other hand in heavy silver. The heaviness of it makes her fingers look less like man hands. Eunsook rolls her eyes at herself and pushes her glass aside, finally spinning on her bar stool to face the dance floor.
Problem is, there's just too many eyes in the area between the long line of the bar and the laser light show out there on the floor. In less than five minutes Eunsook is studying her hands in her lap as if they hold the meaning of life. Which, they don't. She sighs again and pushes back the jaw length swing of her new bobbed hair cut. Tucking the silky dark strands behind her ear, she tries to think about something other than being the eternal wallflower.
Which is why she's nearly startled out of her wits when someone gently taps her on the shoulder. She jumps, almost falling off the stool then clutches automatically at the lean strong figure beside her as she regains her balance. Automatically a nervous and embarrassed titter erupts from her lips and she stares up at the owner of the figure and the tapping fingers with a painful blush.
"I'm so sorry," Eunsook whispers, yanking her clinging arms away from said figure who happens to be masculine and studying her with a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry I startled you," he says. "Are you okay?" The gentle smile fades to an expression of concern and the warm brown eyes seem ...sweet. His voice is nice tenor with a little bit of vibrato in it.
Eunsook thinks randomly that he probably has an even nicer singing voice before she pulls herself back together. As far together as she ever is, at least. "I'm okay," she answers, shrugging then reaching automatically to pull her sweater up again as it takes the opportunity for a dive south.
"Did you need something?" Eunsook adds, lifting questioning brows when the man still stands there.
...
Taemin's been watching the girl at the other end of the bar for at least half an hour. Ever since he first spotted her after Minho went gallivanting off to dance in a corner with the girl's friend. She's not as delicately built as her friend and there's something shy even retiring about her that he finds strangely appealing. Being around Minho is like being one step from being mauled by one of his endless string of girlfriends. If he's been hit on once as a substitute for his adopted brother; he's been hit on a thousand times. Her sweet shyness is refreshing.
The longer he watches her, the more he finds himself appreciating her. Her dark eyes are fine and beautiful beneath a natural fringe of lashes. Her lips look soft and her hair is a shiny chocolate color. His lips twitch as he observes her battles with the sweater and finally, he knows he wants to dance with her. Just to hear her voice, just to see if she's as sweet as she seems from where he's sitting.
Taemin didn't expect to startle the girl, to feel her slim arms wrapped around his middle as she squeaked in surprise. The blush on her cheeks is real, natural, like the soft whispered apology and her genuine look of surprise that he's still standing beside her after she lets him go. He looks down at her and feels his heart do something very funny in his chest.
"Yes," he answers simply. "Your name please. Mine's Taemin. And would you dance with me?"
...
Eunsook's mouth opens and closes. And opens. And closes. On the third attempt, she gets her name out and she studies the boy in front of her, hoping this isn't another one of those things where he has to ask her to dance to win a bet. "I'm Eunsook," she says and looks down at her lap again.
Belatedly she remembers to offer her hand to be shaken. "Nice to meet you."
Because, the fact is...this Taemin is really good looking. He's not as muscular as Gwibboon's dance partner and not nearly as tall but that's not a bad thing since Eunsook herself is not exactly tall either. Taemin looks as if, well as if he could ask any girl in the place to dance. She chews on her lip and peeks at him through her lashes, studying the long drift of his dark red hair and the sculpted lines of his body that says he does something besides play video games.
"I have two left feet," she confesses with a little regretful smile. "I'm afraid saying yes to dancing with you would only end up with you having two sore feet."
Taemin smiles and squeezes her hand gently before letting it go. "Nice to meet you too."
He listens attentively to her answer, studying the quick play of expressions over her face before lifting his shoulders in a shrug and then stepping back just a pace. "Maybe you just haven't had the right partner," Taemin says and there's no real arrogance in the words, just a simple suggestion.
Taemin holds out his hand. "Please, I really want to dance with you Ensook," he coaxes softly.
Eunsook doesn't know quite how to respond. It's as though Taemin is from some other planet. Some planet where Eunsook is a lot prettier and more desirable than she was when she looked in the mirror a few minutes ago. She looks down at her hands and yep, they are still the same. Then Eunsook looks back up at Taemin's expectant face and she still doesn't know what to do.
The simplest thing, is to let him have his way, until he finds out she really is as clumsy as she claims. Eunsook nods a little uncertainly then slides off the stool, automatically smoothing her pleated skirt down behind her.
She slips her hand into Taemin's. "It's your feet," she says with her accustomed self-deprecating half smile.
Taemin only smiles at her, by this time thoroughly enchanted by this girl. She's...so...sweet and funny and underappreciated he decides, automatically taking her hand again to lead her onto the floor. He really doesn't care if she can barely sway...that doesn't even matter.
He's careful to shepherd Eunsook, protecting her from any of the rowdier dancers in the crowd. They pass Minho and the girl's friend who are evidently busy sucking face and he ignores them to find a spot amidst the crowd and turns to Eunsook.
"Can I?" he asks, shouting near her ear to be heard and noticing that she smells like flowers...something dark and sweet. Taemin makes a gesture with his arms to show her what he means and lightly drops one hand against her waist.
Eunsook decides halfway across the floor that she is having some kind of dream. She is really still back beside the bar, possibly drooling on the wood and dreaming about a handsome boy like Taemin asking her to dance against all odds. The way Taemin treats her is a revelation. It's nothing explicit, nothing she can put her finger on.
Yet he holds her hand like he's happy he's holding it. Taemin puts his body between her and bouncing head bangers so nobody bumps into her. And then he asks her...ASKS her is it okay for him to hold her while they dance. Taemin's eyes are warm and sincere and Eunsook thinks suddenly that maybe this isn't a dream. After all.
She smiles, brilliantly, and blinks hard so he won't see her cry. She nods and steps into his arms so that they start to sway to some rhythm that has nothing to do with the music pounding through the speakers.
Taemin smiles back, giving her a squeeze and holding her as they do nothing more than perform an old-fashioned box step. He notices that the top of her head seems to fit just beneath his chin and that her hand is warm in his. Later they will talk and he'll be sure to get her number and kiss her cheek. Right now, this is enough, this warm glow in his chest as they continue to slide-step-together and ignore everyone around them.
Pairing: Eunsook and Taemin (Girl!Onew)
Length: 1657
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Eunsook is just an average girl, she thinks. Taemin sees something else in her altogether.
A/N: I swore I'd never write a gender switch fic. Guess I was wrong. This was a request on the Challenge Me thing from a while back. Prompt was Eunsook/Taemin - a candle loses nothing by lighting another. I hope this comes close to what you wanted.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Extreme fluffyness. No really.
Eunsook sits at the bar, watching people walk by in the mirror behind the rows and rows of multicolored bottles. She's not looking at herself though it may look like it. As far as she's concerned she's just average. Average height, average weight, average brown hair, average brown eyes, etc. Well, except for maybe an above average tendency to fall over her own feet and an above average ability to read music. She makes a face when she catches her own eyes and takes a sip from her glass of plain pepsi, no rum thank you.
Somewhere behind her out on the dancefloor is Gwibboon, who dragged her out here to this night club so she could sit at the bar by herself. It's not Gwibboon's fault she found that handsome tall drink of water she's currently dancing with in between kisses. The guy has a killer smile and an easy tolerance for Gwibboon's tendency to talk 80 miles a second. It must be love.
Eunsook shrugs a shoulder and pulls up the falling neckline of the oversized sweater Gwibboon made her wear. Her impulse is to gather the neckline up to her throat like a little old lady but she refuses to look that unutterably sad so she lets it hang but tries to keep it on somewhat of an even keel. Sighing, Eunsook looks down at her hands which are plain and average and a little square. Not long and delicate like Gwibboon's, but they look capable and that's not all bad, is it?
Her nails are freshly manicured at least, a simple french manicure dotted with artistic little flowers. There's two rings on her hand, one on her pinky from her mother and one on the index finger of the other hand in heavy silver. The heaviness of it makes her fingers look less like man hands. Eunsook rolls her eyes at herself and pushes her glass aside, finally spinning on her bar stool to face the dance floor.
Problem is, there's just too many eyes in the area between the long line of the bar and the laser light show out there on the floor. In less than five minutes Eunsook is studying her hands in her lap as if they hold the meaning of life. Which, they don't. She sighs again and pushes back the jaw length swing of her new bobbed hair cut. Tucking the silky dark strands behind her ear, she tries to think about something other than being the eternal wallflower.
Which is why she's nearly startled out of her wits when someone gently taps her on the shoulder. She jumps, almost falling off the stool then clutches automatically at the lean strong figure beside her as she regains her balance. Automatically a nervous and embarrassed titter erupts from her lips and she stares up at the owner of the figure and the tapping fingers with a painful blush.
"I'm so sorry," Eunsook whispers, yanking her clinging arms away from said figure who happens to be masculine and studying her with a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry I startled you," he says. "Are you okay?" The gentle smile fades to an expression of concern and the warm brown eyes seem ...sweet. His voice is nice tenor with a little bit of vibrato in it.
Eunsook thinks randomly that he probably has an even nicer singing voice before she pulls herself back together. As far together as she ever is, at least. "I'm okay," she answers, shrugging then reaching automatically to pull her sweater up again as it takes the opportunity for a dive south.
"Did you need something?" Eunsook adds, lifting questioning brows when the man still stands there.
...
Taemin's been watching the girl at the other end of the bar for at least half an hour. Ever since he first spotted her after Minho went gallivanting off to dance in a corner with the girl's friend. She's not as delicately built as her friend and there's something shy even retiring about her that he finds strangely appealing. Being around Minho is like being one step from being mauled by one of his endless string of girlfriends. If he's been hit on once as a substitute for his adopted brother; he's been hit on a thousand times. Her sweet shyness is refreshing.
The longer he watches her, the more he finds himself appreciating her. Her dark eyes are fine and beautiful beneath a natural fringe of lashes. Her lips look soft and her hair is a shiny chocolate color. His lips twitch as he observes her battles with the sweater and finally, he knows he wants to dance with her. Just to hear her voice, just to see if she's as sweet as she seems from where he's sitting.
Taemin didn't expect to startle the girl, to feel her slim arms wrapped around his middle as she squeaked in surprise. The blush on her cheeks is real, natural, like the soft whispered apology and her genuine look of surprise that he's still standing beside her after she lets him go. He looks down at her and feels his heart do something very funny in his chest.
"Yes," he answers simply. "Your name please. Mine's Taemin. And would you dance with me?"
...
Eunsook's mouth opens and closes. And opens. And closes. On the third attempt, she gets her name out and she studies the boy in front of her, hoping this isn't another one of those things where he has to ask her to dance to win a bet. "I'm Eunsook," she says and looks down at her lap again.
Belatedly she remembers to offer her hand to be shaken. "Nice to meet you."
Because, the fact is...this Taemin is really good looking. He's not as muscular as Gwibboon's dance partner and not nearly as tall but that's not a bad thing since Eunsook herself is not exactly tall either. Taemin looks as if, well as if he could ask any girl in the place to dance. She chews on her lip and peeks at him through her lashes, studying the long drift of his dark red hair and the sculpted lines of his body that says he does something besides play video games.
"I have two left feet," she confesses with a little regretful smile. "I'm afraid saying yes to dancing with you would only end up with you having two sore feet."
Taemin smiles and squeezes her hand gently before letting it go. "Nice to meet you too."
He listens attentively to her answer, studying the quick play of expressions over her face before lifting his shoulders in a shrug and then stepping back just a pace. "Maybe you just haven't had the right partner," Taemin says and there's no real arrogance in the words, just a simple suggestion.
Taemin holds out his hand. "Please, I really want to dance with you Ensook," he coaxes softly.
Eunsook doesn't know quite how to respond. It's as though Taemin is from some other planet. Some planet where Eunsook is a lot prettier and more desirable than she was when she looked in the mirror a few minutes ago. She looks down at her hands and yep, they are still the same. Then Eunsook looks back up at Taemin's expectant face and she still doesn't know what to do.
The simplest thing, is to let him have his way, until he finds out she really is as clumsy as she claims. Eunsook nods a little uncertainly then slides off the stool, automatically smoothing her pleated skirt down behind her.
She slips her hand into Taemin's. "It's your feet," she says with her accustomed self-deprecating half smile.
Taemin only smiles at her, by this time thoroughly enchanted by this girl. She's...so...sweet and funny and underappreciated he decides, automatically taking her hand again to lead her onto the floor. He really doesn't care if she can barely sway...that doesn't even matter.
He's careful to shepherd Eunsook, protecting her from any of the rowdier dancers in the crowd. They pass Minho and the girl's friend who are evidently busy sucking face and he ignores them to find a spot amidst the crowd and turns to Eunsook.
"Can I?" he asks, shouting near her ear to be heard and noticing that she smells like flowers...something dark and sweet. Taemin makes a gesture with his arms to show her what he means and lightly drops one hand against her waist.
Eunsook decides halfway across the floor that she is having some kind of dream. She is really still back beside the bar, possibly drooling on the wood and dreaming about a handsome boy like Taemin asking her to dance against all odds. The way Taemin treats her is a revelation. It's nothing explicit, nothing she can put her finger on.
Yet he holds her hand like he's happy he's holding it. Taemin puts his body between her and bouncing head bangers so nobody bumps into her. And then he asks her...ASKS her is it okay for him to hold her while they dance. Taemin's eyes are warm and sincere and Eunsook thinks suddenly that maybe this isn't a dream. After all.
She smiles, brilliantly, and blinks hard so he won't see her cry. She nods and steps into his arms so that they start to sway to some rhythm that has nothing to do with the music pounding through the speakers.
Taemin smiles back, giving her a squeeze and holding her as they do nothing more than perform an old-fashioned box step. He notices that the top of her head seems to fit just beneath his chin and that her hand is warm in his. Later they will talk and he'll be sure to get her number and kiss her cheek. Right now, this is enough, this warm glow in his chest as they continue to slide-step-together and ignore everyone around them.