painting a picture (2/4)
painting a picture (2/4)
yoosu
angst
pg-13
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
My face is on TV, people recognize me on the streets
I should be happy, probably? Please be honest
junsu keeps his face blank and smooth as he hums his time away, trying to not flinch too much as the faceless coordi nuna paints his features away. he lets her smooth the small wrinkles of discomfort on the forehead, hide the blobs of fatigue under and around his eyes, cocoon him away under false pretenses of beauty and glamour and fame with the layers and layers of makeup.
he'd be lying to say that he is not expecting this whole whirl of a world. he knows what he has signed up for; his mother is a former miss korea, isn't she? she'd regaled him with all the gory details of this world. the rush, the high, the stress, the jealousy- she has told him to be on his toes, keep his eyes open, keep himself safe. he had smiled, small and bitter, throughout the long lecture.
keep himself safe? yeah, he can do that. after all, he'd successfully pushed a very important person away from him in exchange for this glittering future he has dreamed of since he'd hit his first note in singing class.
he focuses on his lyrics; it's not his first stage anymore, thus the butterflies are less violent. his eyebrows scrunch in distaste as he remembers the words strung together by the anonymous lyricist. everytime he is about to step on the stage and sing the song, he can feel the bile rising up from his guts. he wonders in ill-concealed anger, of how naive this person is, to hope for such a bright view of love.
i’ll sing for you, my precious you, whenever, whenever
believe in love
the only treasure in the world
believe in love.
you’re the only love
forever
when he'd first heard the song, he tries singing the lines in front of the expectant eyes of mr jung, the ceo of his agency, and doesn't falter even for one second. mr jung claps in such an explosive manner; he wonders that maybe he does sound as good as people say he is.
but then he excuses himself and runs to the toilet, and purges his entire lunch into the pristine white ceramic. he sits there in a daze until someone fetches him.
"nerves-" he smiles and mumbles sheepishly when mr jung asks him what he's been doing in the toilet for so long.
inside his head, yoochun's playful words assault his senses- liar, liar, pants on fire- over and over again, but he's good enough to suppress the need to vomit again throughout the session, but he cannot sleep that night. he lays awake, the piece of lyrics crumpled in one hand, while the other traces the outline of yoochun's sharp jaw in a mere still picture.
i can promise you that i’ll protect you no matter what
when we can take out the thorns in our hearts
let’s imagine an everlasting dream, in each other’s embrace
"junsu-ssi?"
he turns and sees the disheveled man in black t-shirt and endless wires and a small mike in his right ear who'd called him just then, and spots the mike in his hands. he nods understandingly, stands up and bows politely to the smiling nuna, muttering a slow thank you, and heads for the stage.
he can sing about love; hopeful love, glittering dreams, and shining future. it's what he used to believe in, after all.
he grips the mike in his clammy hands, mutters a small prayer for his parents, brother, and yoochun, and steps out into the blinding lights.
he'll sing about love.
i’ll give you what you’re looking for whenever, whenever
melting away every hesitation, let’s go on, two of us, together
you’re the only love, forever
he owes yoochun that much.
remember this sorrowful love of mine that never had you and simply withered away
please guard the spot in your heart where i mournfully cried
that it would be the last love in your heart
junsu pushes the door open wordlessly, ignoring his manager's endless chatter. he lets the younger and taller man walk past him and lead their way to the meeting hall, to his newest project.
"changminnie," junsu mutters low, "we'll do this fine. don't worry." he inhales one deep breath, takes off his stylish shades rimmed with gold with a flourish and grins at the said man.
"you should." shim changmin mutters tersely. he is twenty-four, tall and handsome, manager of xiah junsu for the past six months, single and available, but declared himself off the market in order to immerse in his managership. "hyung-" he turns around before entering the meeting room, and places a hand on junsu's drooped shoulder, "i need to tell you something, and you will not be mad at me."
junsu licks his lips. it's the first time changminnie calls him hyung, and for him to not brief him prior to a new engagement. he's anticipating, to say the least. he raises an eyebrow, a silent question.
"your new project..." changmin braces himself, "is with park yoochun."
the smile slides off junsu's face in a split second, and the whole features harden with invisible steel.
"hyung-"
"let's go in, changmin."
Just once I want to become a love that blooms without regrets in your heart
Even if love fades away in painful tears at least it would be a withering flower
"for this song, i want unrequited love. pain, hurt, want, but all in secret. you want her so bad, but you can't, so you'll settle to be an invisible watcher, behind the scene." yoochun speaks loud and eloquent, and he doesn't even bother to hide his blatant stare on junsu's form.
he reasons that he has de-briefed joo-hyun before about his expectations towards her, and that he needs to do the same in this meeting with junsu. but even as he imagines the brittle excuse of words in his head, he can feel that twinge of guilt. the one that he feels when he knows he's lying, and he whispers low, "liar, liar, pants on fire."
he pretends he doesn't realize that junsu and changmin are both staring at him across mahogany and gleaming surfaces.
"anyway," he clears his throat, "i think junsu-ssi won't have any problem with this song, he's been in this industry for so long now." he chances a glance at joo-hyun instead. "you're still taking your vocal lessons, right?" nodding to her small answer, "then practice for a bit with junsu-ssi here, an hour or so, i'd say, see if you can learn a thing or two from him."
"how often-" changmin is having his planner out open, a pen between his fingers, "do you want him to come see you? for practice or anything?"
yoochun notices the piercing glare junsu sends to the man, oblivious and scribbling frantically on the papers.
"i don't care." he snaps. every occupant in the room freezes and looks at him- "i don't care. schedule a meeting with my secretary if you need to see me. otherwise, let's just meet during the charity concert."
changmin throws a cautious look at junsu, yoochun notices, and the man nods.
"that's okay, then." changmin closes the planner quietly. "i'll make the necessary arrangements if needed. thank you, sir."
yoochun's taken aback by the respectful tone, of how he's being addressed as.
"no problem, changmin-ssi." he mock-salutes. "i wish my assistant is as half-competent as you are. but i do wonder whether junsu-ssi is open to this project in the first place, since you've practically answered everything for him, and i haven't heard one word come out of his mouth." he stands up and clears the pile of papers in front of him himself, and gestures for his assistant to transfer them to his office.
"oh-" changmin starts to say-
"it's my pleasure, yoochun-ssi." junsu mutters softly. "rest assured your composition is in a safe hand. i hope i won't disappoint during the event."
yoochun walks out, and doesn't look back.
-tbc
ps: hallo, hallo~ remember this? lol. sorry i've been a d-bag and leaving my fics and everyone like that. muse has not been nice to me, not at all. of course the said thing comes back for a visit 2 weeks before exams are about to happen, eh? so basically that's the bad news, the exams thing. buuuuut, good news is that i've FINALLY done plotting this one, so instead of the 3-parts it should've been, it will be 4-part with an interlude somewhere in the middle :p this part should've been longer, but i have school tomorrow and i haven't showered and studied so i'll leave the remaining little crumbs to be fleshed out later, tomorrow or something.
pps: WHO ELSE IS WATCHING ROOFTOP PRINCE???? ;DDDDD (actually, i haven't started, lol. buuuut. i am dl-ing it right now, and i've got the subs already. agagagagaga. derpface chunface, wait for meeeeeee)
ppps: yeah. um. crits/mistakes, anything, will be glad to know your feedbacks <3333
pppps: lyrics used are miryo's leggo, thsk's forever love, and jisun ft alex's windflower. LOVE EM SONGS *_______*
yoosu
angst
pg-13
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
My face is on TV, people recognize me on the streets
I should be happy, probably? Please be honest
junsu keeps his face blank and smooth as he hums his time away, trying to not flinch too much as the faceless coordi nuna paints his features away. he lets her smooth the small wrinkles of discomfort on the forehead, hide the blobs of fatigue under and around his eyes, cocoon him away under false pretenses of beauty and glamour and fame with the layers and layers of makeup.
he'd be lying to say that he is not expecting this whole whirl of a world. he knows what he has signed up for; his mother is a former miss korea, isn't she? she'd regaled him with all the gory details of this world. the rush, the high, the stress, the jealousy- she has told him to be on his toes, keep his eyes open, keep himself safe. he had smiled, small and bitter, throughout the long lecture.
keep himself safe? yeah, he can do that. after all, he'd successfully pushed a very important person away from him in exchange for this glittering future he has dreamed of since he'd hit his first note in singing class.
he focuses on his lyrics; it's not his first stage anymore, thus the butterflies are less violent. his eyebrows scrunch in distaste as he remembers the words strung together by the anonymous lyricist. everytime he is about to step on the stage and sing the song, he can feel the bile rising up from his guts. he wonders in ill-concealed anger, of how naive this person is, to hope for such a bright view of love.
i’ll sing for you, my precious you, whenever, whenever
believe in love
the only treasure in the world
believe in love.
you’re the only love
forever
when he'd first heard the song, he tries singing the lines in front of the expectant eyes of mr jung, the ceo of his agency, and doesn't falter even for one second. mr jung claps in such an explosive manner; he wonders that maybe he does sound as good as people say he is.
but then he excuses himself and runs to the toilet, and purges his entire lunch into the pristine white ceramic. he sits there in a daze until someone fetches him.
"nerves-" he smiles and mumbles sheepishly when mr jung asks him what he's been doing in the toilet for so long.
inside his head, yoochun's playful words assault his senses- liar, liar, pants on fire- over and over again, but he's good enough to suppress the need to vomit again throughout the session, but he cannot sleep that night. he lays awake, the piece of lyrics crumpled in one hand, while the other traces the outline of yoochun's sharp jaw in a mere still picture.
i can promise you that i’ll protect you no matter what
when we can take out the thorns in our hearts
let’s imagine an everlasting dream, in each other’s embrace
"junsu-ssi?"
he turns and sees the disheveled man in black t-shirt and endless wires and a small mike in his right ear who'd called him just then, and spots the mike in his hands. he nods understandingly, stands up and bows politely to the smiling nuna, muttering a slow thank you, and heads for the stage.
he can sing about love; hopeful love, glittering dreams, and shining future. it's what he used to believe in, after all.
he grips the mike in his clammy hands, mutters a small prayer for his parents, brother, and yoochun, and steps out into the blinding lights.
he'll sing about love.
i’ll give you what you’re looking for whenever, whenever
melting away every hesitation, let’s go on, two of us, together
you’re the only love, forever
he owes yoochun that much.
remember this sorrowful love of mine that never had you and simply withered away
please guard the spot in your heart where i mournfully cried
that it would be the last love in your heart
junsu pushes the door open wordlessly, ignoring his manager's endless chatter. he lets the younger and taller man walk past him and lead their way to the meeting hall, to his newest project.
"changminnie," junsu mutters low, "we'll do this fine. don't worry." he inhales one deep breath, takes off his stylish shades rimmed with gold with a flourish and grins at the said man.
"you should." shim changmin mutters tersely. he is twenty-four, tall and handsome, manager of xiah junsu for the past six months, single and available, but declared himself off the market in order to immerse in his managership. "hyung-" he turns around before entering the meeting room, and places a hand on junsu's drooped shoulder, "i need to tell you something, and you will not be mad at me."
junsu licks his lips. it's the first time changminnie calls him hyung, and for him to not brief him prior to a new engagement. he's anticipating, to say the least. he raises an eyebrow, a silent question.
"your new project..." changmin braces himself, "is with park yoochun."
the smile slides off junsu's face in a split second, and the whole features harden with invisible steel.
"hyung-"
"let's go in, changmin."
Just once I want to become a love that blooms without regrets in your heart
Even if love fades away in painful tears at least it would be a withering flower
"for this song, i want unrequited love. pain, hurt, want, but all in secret. you want her so bad, but you can't, so you'll settle to be an invisible watcher, behind the scene." yoochun speaks loud and eloquent, and he doesn't even bother to hide his blatant stare on junsu's form.
he reasons that he has de-briefed joo-hyun before about his expectations towards her, and that he needs to do the same in this meeting with junsu. but even as he imagines the brittle excuse of words in his head, he can feel that twinge of guilt. the one that he feels when he knows he's lying, and he whispers low, "liar, liar, pants on fire."
he pretends he doesn't realize that junsu and changmin are both staring at him across mahogany and gleaming surfaces.
"anyway," he clears his throat, "i think junsu-ssi won't have any problem with this song, he's been in this industry for so long now." he chances a glance at joo-hyun instead. "you're still taking your vocal lessons, right?" nodding to her small answer, "then practice for a bit with junsu-ssi here, an hour or so, i'd say, see if you can learn a thing or two from him."
"how often-" changmin is having his planner out open, a pen between his fingers, "do you want him to come see you? for practice or anything?"
yoochun notices the piercing glare junsu sends to the man, oblivious and scribbling frantically on the papers.
"i don't care." he snaps. every occupant in the room freezes and looks at him- "i don't care. schedule a meeting with my secretary if you need to see me. otherwise, let's just meet during the charity concert."
changmin throws a cautious look at junsu, yoochun notices, and the man nods.
"that's okay, then." changmin closes the planner quietly. "i'll make the necessary arrangements if needed. thank you, sir."
yoochun's taken aback by the respectful tone, of how he's being addressed as.
"no problem, changmin-ssi." he mock-salutes. "i wish my assistant is as half-competent as you are. but i do wonder whether junsu-ssi is open to this project in the first place, since you've practically answered everything for him, and i haven't heard one word come out of his mouth." he stands up and clears the pile of papers in front of him himself, and gestures for his assistant to transfer them to his office.
"oh-" changmin starts to say-
"it's my pleasure, yoochun-ssi." junsu mutters softly. "rest assured your composition is in a safe hand. i hope i won't disappoint during the event."
yoochun walks out, and doesn't look back.
-tbc
ps: hallo, hallo~ remember this? lol. sorry i've been a d-bag and leaving my fics and everyone like that. muse has not been nice to me, not at all. of course the said thing comes back for a visit 2 weeks before exams are about to happen, eh? so basically that's the bad news, the exams thing. buuuuut, good news is that i've FINALLY done plotting this one, so instead of the 3-parts it should've been, it will be 4-part with an interlude somewhere in the middle :p this part should've been longer, but i have school tomorrow and i haven't showered and studied so i'll leave the remaining little crumbs to be fleshed out later, tomorrow or something.
pps: WHO ELSE IS WATCHING ROOFTOP PRINCE???? ;DDDDD (actually, i haven't started, lol. buuuut. i am dl-ing it right now, and i've got the subs already. agagagagaga. derpface chunface, wait for meeeeeee)
ppps: yeah. um. crits/mistakes, anything, will be glad to know your feedbacks <3333
pppps: lyrics used are miryo's leggo, thsk's forever love, and jisun ft alex's windflower. LOVE EM SONGS *_______*