the space between
the space between
baekhyun + kyungsoo (au)
pg
500 words
"I've played this note three times, and you still haven't hit it."
a/n: might continue this verse in the future... i'm quite fond of the idea. un-beta'd
Baekhyun watches as Kyungsoo’s fingers slide over the piano, one note after another ringing clear in the still air of the practice room. Baekhyun wonders if he can really play, and suddenly he longs to hear something classical, something old and timeless spill from Kyungsoo’s hands.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo’s voice is sharp when it cuts into his thoughts. He looks up from the piano and sees Kyungsoo’s usually smiling mouth flattened into a thin line.
“I’ve played this note three times,” Kyungsoo mutters and bangs it out again just for effect, “And you still haven’t hit it.”
Baekhyun’s cheeks heat up just slightly. He wants to say something about how he hasn’t slept more than four hours for the past two weeks for this comeback, how he hasn’t been able to wash his hair for the past two days because of his dye job, how his brother’s wife just had a baby a week ago and he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to see his little nephew. He wants to say all of this but Baekhyun knows it’ll fall on deaf ears. Kyungsoo knows all the hardships, has probably heard about them from countless other idols hundreds of times. It’s the price you pay. It’s the sacrifice you make.
Kyungsoo lets his hands fall into his lap, face softening a bit when Baekhyun sighs.
“Can you really play?” Baekhyun asks before he can stop himself. Kyungsoo’s eyebrows lift questioningly and Baekhyun isn’t sure his eyes can even get any larger. Baekhyun manages to gesture wordlessly at the piano. He hears a low chuckle and Kyungsoo’s pale hands are back against the key.
Something stirs in Baekhyun’s chest, rises up to his throat. He doesn’t recognize the song but he begins to hum despite himself, and maybe it’s his imagination, but he thinks he sees the corners of Kyungsoo’s mouth begin to lift.
Either Kyungsoo’s reached the end or he just feels like it’s time to get back to the task at hand, because the music stops to be replaced with an oppressive silence.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo whispers, hand resting on his thigh, warm where the heat of his skin seeps through the fabric. Fingers curl around the curve of Baekhyun’s knee when he doesn’t respond.
“Let’s keep practicing, yeah?” Kyungsoo’s voice is softer now, gentle, and when Baekhyun finally meets his eyes he exhales a ragged breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“Are you ready?” Kyungsoo asks, one hand hovering over the keys, the other still clutching at Baekhun’s knee.
Baekhyun nods and the note rings clear. He opens his mouth and ---
baekhyun + kyungsoo (au)
pg
500 words
"I've played this note three times, and you still haven't hit it."
a/n: might continue this verse in the future... i'm quite fond of the idea. un-beta'd
Baekhyun watches as Kyungsoo’s fingers slide over the piano, one note after another ringing clear in the still air of the practice room. Baekhyun wonders if he can really play, and suddenly he longs to hear something classical, something old and timeless spill from Kyungsoo’s hands.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo’s voice is sharp when it cuts into his thoughts. He looks up from the piano and sees Kyungsoo’s usually smiling mouth flattened into a thin line.
“I’ve played this note three times,” Kyungsoo mutters and bangs it out again just for effect, “And you still haven’t hit it.”
Baekhyun’s cheeks heat up just slightly. He wants to say something about how he hasn’t slept more than four hours for the past two weeks for this comeback, how he hasn’t been able to wash his hair for the past two days because of his dye job, how his brother’s wife just had a baby a week ago and he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to see his little nephew. He wants to say all of this but Baekhyun knows it’ll fall on deaf ears. Kyungsoo knows all the hardships, has probably heard about them from countless other idols hundreds of times. It’s the price you pay. It’s the sacrifice you make.
Kyungsoo lets his hands fall into his lap, face softening a bit when Baekhyun sighs.
“Can you really play?” Baekhyun asks before he can stop himself. Kyungsoo’s eyebrows lift questioningly and Baekhyun isn’t sure his eyes can even get any larger. Baekhyun manages to gesture wordlessly at the piano. He hears a low chuckle and Kyungsoo’s pale hands are back against the key.
Something stirs in Baekhyun’s chest, rises up to his throat. He doesn’t recognize the song but he begins to hum despite himself, and maybe it’s his imagination, but he thinks he sees the corners of Kyungsoo’s mouth begin to lift.
Either Kyungsoo’s reached the end or he just feels like it’s time to get back to the task at hand, because the music stops to be replaced with an oppressive silence.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo whispers, hand resting on his thigh, warm where the heat of his skin seeps through the fabric. Fingers curl around the curve of Baekhyun’s knee when he doesn’t respond.
“Let’s keep practicing, yeah?” Kyungsoo’s voice is softer now, gentle, and when Baekhyun finally meets his eyes he exhales a ragged breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“Are you ready?” Kyungsoo asks, one hand hovering over the keys, the other still clutching at Baekhun’s knee.
Baekhyun nods and the note rings clear. He opens his mouth and ---