Merry Christmas, augmenti!
TITLE: LIFE
RECIPIENT: augmenti
PAIRING: Jonghun/Hongki
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 1500
SUMMARY: n/a
A/N: tbqh, this isn't my promised story, I felt very sad for not meeting the deadline and asking for some time and leaving my recipient waiting made me feel bad. I am sorry if this meets no one's expectations, but I don't have many regrets as I tried to write out my heart into words.
Jonghun not quiet because he doesn't like to talk, he's quiet because he fears confrontation, especially with that beloved one. It's always hard to tell them of what's settled in his mind, of that small thing they did that kept on pressed in his head because to them (the ever so charming and honest) it would sound foolish, and lame to put so much attention on little deals.
So, he stays quiet, sharing so little of his opinion, and slowly it becomes a cage that doesn’t only confine that part of him, but every other aspect of his life.
That’s why he likes the guitar, because when a guitar talks, there is no way you can argue, you just surrender yourself to its strong voice. It’s only then when Jonghun knows that his sound is taken serious, when the strum of the guitar strikes and only by his lead that the entire song flows.
So he takes on the lead on stage, and he likes that. Not being the center stage doesn’t matter because he’s got the guitar strapped on his shoulder, playing it effortlessly and guiding those four boys along the four minutes of performance. He had known that long ago, that he didn’t need anything but the guitar to let him go on, so Jonghun gets close to the instrument.
It might sound very peculiar when he gets very lonely without it to others, but to Jonghun, it feels like he is missing a piece of himself. That shiny rock star is only completed with the guitar and even a day’s period of not playing it worries him.
Sure he isn’t always playing his guitar, but in that time, he’s writing music for his guitar, his girlfriend. He remembers clearly calling Jaejin a pervert for stating such intimate title upon an inanimate subject and he can’t help but smile at how he himself is that attached to the significant piece.
He spent most of practice cradling the guitar, any other schedule would make him feel empty without it so he agreed with their manager to keep his schedule very open for his endless hours with his guitar and piano -of course, his piano is another long story.
He sat in his little self-built production chamber, one tone after another, trying to write as many songs as possible. Jaejin would stop by sometime between their meals and scribble some tunes of his own. Jaejin admired Jonghun’s skills and perseverance on finishing something, although not even half of their self written music gets approved by the big guys, Jonghun doesn’t give up on them, he treats them as his own treasure. Jaejin sees that a lot, the gleam of proud in Jonghun’s eyes when one of his songs gets Okayed, and soon later, it’s a full song, with Hongki’s voice blaring through his stereo and Jaejin’s additional touches aren’t even half bad. They bob their head at the finishing piece.
“Wow, Hyung! I could not believe it was a ballad at first!” Minhwan exclaimed as they sat in their recording studio, the youngest two had been imitating both him and Hongki’s movements on stage or during the vocal test, endless exaggerative air-guitar and singing gestures brightened the mood although it was never dampened, the love for music made that small room always cheery with the sound of their laughter.
“Me neither. The rearrangements can blow you away so much.” He had cooled his shock so much, as it was long ago that his little child turned into a marvelous matured piece.
“Seunghyun-ah, didn’t I do well when I added so many emotions at the end?”
“You mean the endless moaning and mewling? I didn’t see a point of it.” Seunghyun blew off Hongki’s chance of getting praised. Minhwan laughed at Hongki’s darkening expression.
Jonghun listened on their conversation as Hongki began his number one hundred and one bicker with Seunghyun. He couldn’t help but let the side of his mouth pick up.
It was like witnessing how they themselves began as such a very soft band, singing ballads of lost love or lying love partners, but now, they are talking of breaking free, and being themselves, a band that found their own color, a band that is too parti-colored to be labeled easily. The song held a different feel to every one of them.
“I’d have thought Jonghun Hyung purposely transformed the piano ballad to a rock song to challenge us and to have his precious girlfriend in his arms while performing this,” Seunghyun teased and Jonghun didn’t deny that having the guitar in his hands would be a fine deal.
Jaejin glanced proudly as “LIFE” is playing and Hongki is already mouthing the lyrics. He was proud of his members and although he didn’t, but he felt greatly thankful for being with four sincere men.
Few days later, they are back in their dorm, and were packing their suitcases; they’re going back to Korea for a quick visit before they begin on shooting their PV and the album jacket photos, it was sort of a little reward although the cold season came ever so quickly early November.
“This weather, it’s so cold!” Seunghyun rubbed his hands together, his worry over his very chilled fingers evident in his eyes.
“It’s a warm winter,” Jonghun said as he looked into the window.
“What? Hyung, you’re not making any sense.”
“That’s Jonghun for you.” Hongki chuckled from the front seat. Jonghun peered under his dark red bangs and saw Hongki’s smirk.
With the rest of the week given off as a break, Jonghun got back into his room to work on refining his piano skills. He had not noticed Hongki as the latter sneaked into the dim space. He occupied one of those wheeled chairs as Jonghun had his eyes glued on the luminous iPad screen.
He was playing distance, over and over again, until his fingers were pretty much accustomed to where they were supposed to be. Two hours had gone by but Hongki survived the quiet instrumental period. Jonghun recognized his presence long ago, especially when the man’s breath came down on his back due to their proximity.
“You’ve worked hard, Jonghun-ah,” Hongki spoke through the quietness as Jonghun rests his fingers for a moment.
“You too, Hongki-ah,” Jonghun murmured back.
They both recognize their own achievements, even though they’ve came so far, they had so many fans but it remained a nice thing when they emitted encouragement from the inside.
He looked back and the pair of honey eyes met the droopy darker pair, he smiled and Hongki mirrored him, all canines and teeth. “It’s been a long way since Love Sick,” he felt like saying and Hongki wasn’t one to keep silent now that the door for a conversation had been opened.
“I was such a pretty boy back then,” he sighed as his head drops and their eye disconnected. Jonghun picked up Hongki’s spirits with a small chuckle. “You’re still a very pretty man now.”
Hongki’s brows twitched but he lets it go, it was Jonghun’s way to cheer him up so he lets the blunt man brush off his awkward social skills with him. They bicker some more, the usual act of the two eldest.
Hongki decided to take some time off practice and Jonghun agreed to it without a fight; he needed a drink after the long day. They agree to change and head out, and before leaving Jonghun in his bedroom, Hongki jokes, “Just don’t cry over your precious girlfriend for leaving it behind.”
Jonghun chuckled and did drop a glance to his guitars; they were still in their cases since they only have been in Korea less than twenty four hours ago. He headed over the corner slowly, his face losing any kind of expressions as he picks up one of them; he freed it from the case and squeezes two minutes of practice.
I hope Seunghyun won’t find it hard, playing Life… he worried and he didn’t notice the time had passed and Hongki already prompted it out of the room without letting him change.
“But, I didn’t change them since Japan!” Jonghun argued but Hongki was nonchalant.
“You’ll take a shower in the morning anyways,” his voice was sly and Jonghun saw the clearer than the sun grin on Hongki’s mouth. He let Hongki pull him through the corridor until they settle alone in the elevator, oh how many times had Jonghun pulled and struggled with Hongki in that little small space.
“Make sure to drink up, tonight, I want to work your finger on me,” Hongki spilled out his intents the second they left for their inevitable spot, already three of their friends waited with booze. Jonghun lets out a laugh at Hongki for the lack of any other response.
There were reasons Jonghun doesn’t talk, but with this person, words seem to leave him, astonishment is all he is feeling when he’s with lee Hongki, there was no chance to argue with that.
Fin
RECIPIENT: augmenti
PAIRING: Jonghun/Hongki
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 1500
SUMMARY: n/a
A/N: tbqh, this isn't my promised story, I felt very sad for not meeting the deadline and asking for some time and leaving my recipient waiting made me feel bad. I am sorry if this meets no one's expectations, but I don't have many regrets as I tried to write out my heart into words.
Jonghun not quiet because he doesn't like to talk, he's quiet because he fears confrontation, especially with that beloved one. It's always hard to tell them of what's settled in his mind, of that small thing they did that kept on pressed in his head because to them (the ever so charming and honest) it would sound foolish, and lame to put so much attention on little deals.
So, he stays quiet, sharing so little of his opinion, and slowly it becomes a cage that doesn’t only confine that part of him, but every other aspect of his life.
That’s why he likes the guitar, because when a guitar talks, there is no way you can argue, you just surrender yourself to its strong voice. It’s only then when Jonghun knows that his sound is taken serious, when the strum of the guitar strikes and only by his lead that the entire song flows.
So he takes on the lead on stage, and he likes that. Not being the center stage doesn’t matter because he’s got the guitar strapped on his shoulder, playing it effortlessly and guiding those four boys along the four minutes of performance. He had known that long ago, that he didn’t need anything but the guitar to let him go on, so Jonghun gets close to the instrument.
It might sound very peculiar when he gets very lonely without it to others, but to Jonghun, it feels like he is missing a piece of himself. That shiny rock star is only completed with the guitar and even a day’s period of not playing it worries him.
Sure he isn’t always playing his guitar, but in that time, he’s writing music for his guitar, his girlfriend. He remembers clearly calling Jaejin a pervert for stating such intimate title upon an inanimate subject and he can’t help but smile at how he himself is that attached to the significant piece.
He spent most of practice cradling the guitar, any other schedule would make him feel empty without it so he agreed with their manager to keep his schedule very open for his endless hours with his guitar and piano -of course, his piano is another long story.
He sat in his little self-built production chamber, one tone after another, trying to write as many songs as possible. Jaejin would stop by sometime between their meals and scribble some tunes of his own. Jaejin admired Jonghun’s skills and perseverance on finishing something, although not even half of their self written music gets approved by the big guys, Jonghun doesn’t give up on them, he treats them as his own treasure. Jaejin sees that a lot, the gleam of proud in Jonghun’s eyes when one of his songs gets Okayed, and soon later, it’s a full song, with Hongki’s voice blaring through his stereo and Jaejin’s additional touches aren’t even half bad. They bob their head at the finishing piece.
“Wow, Hyung! I could not believe it was a ballad at first!” Minhwan exclaimed as they sat in their recording studio, the youngest two had been imitating both him and Hongki’s movements on stage or during the vocal test, endless exaggerative air-guitar and singing gestures brightened the mood although it was never dampened, the love for music made that small room always cheery with the sound of their laughter.
“Me neither. The rearrangements can blow you away so much.” He had cooled his shock so much, as it was long ago that his little child turned into a marvelous matured piece.
“Seunghyun-ah, didn’t I do well when I added so many emotions at the end?”
“You mean the endless moaning and mewling? I didn’t see a point of it.” Seunghyun blew off Hongki’s chance of getting praised. Minhwan laughed at Hongki’s darkening expression.
Jonghun listened on their conversation as Hongki began his number one hundred and one bicker with Seunghyun. He couldn’t help but let the side of his mouth pick up.
It was like witnessing how they themselves began as such a very soft band, singing ballads of lost love or lying love partners, but now, they are talking of breaking free, and being themselves, a band that found their own color, a band that is too parti-colored to be labeled easily. The song held a different feel to every one of them.
“I’d have thought Jonghun Hyung purposely transformed the piano ballad to a rock song to challenge us and to have his precious girlfriend in his arms while performing this,” Seunghyun teased and Jonghun didn’t deny that having the guitar in his hands would be a fine deal.
Jaejin glanced proudly as “LIFE” is playing and Hongki is already mouthing the lyrics. He was proud of his members and although he didn’t, but he felt greatly thankful for being with four sincere men.
Few days later, they are back in their dorm, and were packing their suitcases; they’re going back to Korea for a quick visit before they begin on shooting their PV and the album jacket photos, it was sort of a little reward although the cold season came ever so quickly early November.
“This weather, it’s so cold!” Seunghyun rubbed his hands together, his worry over his very chilled fingers evident in his eyes.
“It’s a warm winter,” Jonghun said as he looked into the window.
“What? Hyung, you’re not making any sense.”
“That’s Jonghun for you.” Hongki chuckled from the front seat. Jonghun peered under his dark red bangs and saw Hongki’s smirk.
With the rest of the week given off as a break, Jonghun got back into his room to work on refining his piano skills. He had not noticed Hongki as the latter sneaked into the dim space. He occupied one of those wheeled chairs as Jonghun had his eyes glued on the luminous iPad screen.
He was playing distance, over and over again, until his fingers were pretty much accustomed to where they were supposed to be. Two hours had gone by but Hongki survived the quiet instrumental period. Jonghun recognized his presence long ago, especially when the man’s breath came down on his back due to their proximity.
“You’ve worked hard, Jonghun-ah,” Hongki spoke through the quietness as Jonghun rests his fingers for a moment.
“You too, Hongki-ah,” Jonghun murmured back.
They both recognize their own achievements, even though they’ve came so far, they had so many fans but it remained a nice thing when they emitted encouragement from the inside.
He looked back and the pair of honey eyes met the droopy darker pair, he smiled and Hongki mirrored him, all canines and teeth. “It’s been a long way since Love Sick,” he felt like saying and Hongki wasn’t one to keep silent now that the door for a conversation had been opened.
“I was such a pretty boy back then,” he sighed as his head drops and their eye disconnected. Jonghun picked up Hongki’s spirits with a small chuckle. “You’re still a very pretty man now.”
Hongki’s brows twitched but he lets it go, it was Jonghun’s way to cheer him up so he lets the blunt man brush off his awkward social skills with him. They bicker some more, the usual act of the two eldest.
Hongki decided to take some time off practice and Jonghun agreed to it without a fight; he needed a drink after the long day. They agree to change and head out, and before leaving Jonghun in his bedroom, Hongki jokes, “Just don’t cry over your precious girlfriend for leaving it behind.”
Jonghun chuckled and did drop a glance to his guitars; they were still in their cases since they only have been in Korea less than twenty four hours ago. He headed over the corner slowly, his face losing any kind of expressions as he picks up one of them; he freed it from the case and squeezes two minutes of practice.
I hope Seunghyun won’t find it hard, playing Life… he worried and he didn’t notice the time had passed and Hongki already prompted it out of the room without letting him change.
“But, I didn’t change them since Japan!” Jonghun argued but Hongki was nonchalant.
“You’ll take a shower in the morning anyways,” his voice was sly and Jonghun saw the clearer than the sun grin on Hongki’s mouth. He let Hongki pull him through the corridor until they settle alone in the elevator, oh how many times had Jonghun pulled and struggled with Hongki in that little small space.
“Make sure to drink up, tonight, I want to work your finger on me,” Hongki spilled out his intents the second they left for their inevitable spot, already three of their friends waited with booze. Jonghun lets out a laugh at Hongki for the lack of any other response.
There were reasons Jonghun doesn’t talk, but with this person, words seem to leave him, astonishment is all he is feeling when he’s with lee Hongki, there was no chance to argue with that.
Fin