(for kisoap) My Taste in Music is Your Face
for: kisoap
title: My Taste in Music is Your Face
pairing(s): Jun/Jeonghan
rating: PG-13
warnings: none
word count: 2,079
summary: Jeonghan goes to the library, but it doesn't quite turn out the way he expects (in which Jeonghan is trying to be a good student and Junhui is too confident for his own good).
author's note: I should probably go to the library more often. Title from "Tear in My Heart", because it fits.
Jeonghan sighs as soon as he steps foot in the campus library. All the round oak tables in the center are full and piled high with textbooks, and Jeonghan thinks he can hear a girl repeating her thesis statement to herself like a mantra. Even most of the plush blue chairs by the windows (that are usually avoided because they get cold) have occupants. Oh, how he hates finals week. Jeonghan heads for his usual table in a back corner, unsurprised when he finds that it’s already been occupied by someone else. Luckily it’s just one person, so Jeonghan decides to just sit at the table anyway.
He thinks he recognizes the guy sitting there. He’s got long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a sharp nose and adam’s apple. Jeonghan quickly realizes that they share a calculus class--his name is Wen-something, and he’s from China. They’re not really friendly, but once Jeonghan sat next to him during a lecture and asked to copy his notes. That’s alright though, Jeonghan thinks. He doesn’t plan on talking to the guy anyway.
Jeonghan sits down wordlessly in a seat opposite his classmate, who doesn’t react at all. All Jeonghan wants is to finish his final paper for Intro to Technology in peace (he hates that fucking class, like he needs a whole semester to learn how to use Microsoft Word).
He gets to work quickly, hacking out a hundred words every ten minutes or so. It’s mind numbing really, checking quotes and citing sources in the near-silence. For once, Jeonghan doesn’t have his headphones on. He needs to focus right now, and music won’t help (also he’s afraid he’s going to end up typing song lyrics instead of his matrix analysis). Despite the number of people, it’s still almost dead silent in the library--save for the hushed chatter of people talking to assistants to find books and the occasional: “Hey can I borrow a pen? Thanks.”
Jeonghan continues to work in peace until, suddenly, he hears a soft humming. It takes him a second to place where it's coming from, but when he does he realizes that it’s right across from him. Wen-something is humming softly, bobbing his head to the rhythm of whatever song is coming through his headphones. Jeonghan looks around, but there’s no one close enough to them to have heard the other boy, or for it to bother them. It doesn't really bother Jeonghan, actually. He has to admit, it’s nice--soothing. So, he doesn’t do anything about it; just lets the other person hum in peace.
He's been working for a few minutes after the humming started when he starts to hear something different. It's definitely still coming from the boy across from him, but he thinks he can hear words this time. It's definitely not Korean though, because he can't understand anything. Duh, he reminds himself, he's Chinese, why would he sing in Korean.
At first, Jeonghan finds himself a little annoyed. The singing is a bit like a buzzing in his ear, almost like a bee or a fly, he thinks. After a few moments, though, he grows accustomed to it. He listens closely for a few seconds, and decides that he actually finds Wen-something's voice quite pretty. It's not very harsh or loud at all, but soft and gentle, just how Jeonghan likes his music.
Then, Jeonghan starts to notice that other people are noticing. Those at distant tables are glancing over, some smiling at the singer and some glaring. Jeonghan decides he can't let this go on, so he pulls a post it note and a pen out of his messenger bag.
I'm not sure you know, but you're singing out loud, he scribbles, and sticks it to the textbook Wen-something is studying from.
The other boy looks surprised for a second, then confused as he reads the note. He looks up at Jeonghan, and Jeonghan thinks he can see a hint of blush on his cheeks as his mouth forms a small 'o'.
He pulls out his own pen, and scribbles something before he passes the post it back to Jeonghan.
Sorry, it says in messy, sharp characters, and Jeonghan can't help but smile.
It's okay, he writes back, this time on a new post it. I don't mind, but I think other people might. Wen-something smiles when he read it.
Thanks Jeonghan, he writes back, and Jeonghan's brow furrows when the note is passed to him.
"You know my name?" he whispers.
"Yeah," Wen-something nods. "You probably wouldn’t remember, but I'm a year below you. You gave me my orientation tour."
"Oh," Jeonghan replies, careful to keep his voice down. "I don't remember, I'm sorry. What's your name?"
"Junhui," the other responds, and it immediately sounds familiar to Jeonghan. “Wen Junhui.”
“Keep it down,” a girl from the nearest table hissed, glaring at them over the top of what appeared to be a speech textbook. Jeonghan had to hold in a snicker at the irony, but Junhui winced, clearly embarrassed.
They fall into silence again, which Jeonghan is glad for. He focuses on his paper again, and finally gets out three pages for a tech paper before he finally calls it quits, shutting his laptop with a relieved sigh. Junhui is still working across from him, eyes focused on his copy of "An Illustrated History of China and Korea". What a headache that would give him, Jeonghan thinks. Junhui's face scrunches up as his eyes travel down the page, and Jeonghan thinks that he looks pretty cute when he's concentrating.
Jeonghan packs up his stuff, but scribbles one last post-it note message before he puts them away. He gets up as silently as he can, but it still startles Junhui, making him look up. Jeonghan smiles at him, and as he passes Junhui to leave, he sticks the post-it to Junhui's textbook.
You've got a pretty voice, it reads. Maybe you can sing for me again sometime.
***
When Jeonghan walks out of his last final, he kind of feels like crying from relief. Instead of making a fool of himself in the hallway, he decides to lean against a wall for a moment and pull out his phone and check his calendar to make sure that he's not dreaming, winter break really does start tomorrow. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, hitting the wall with a dull thud.
"Long day?" a voice asks, and Jeonghan's eyes snap open. It's Junhui, looking prettier than ever with his long hair pulled back into a bun again, cheeks pink from the cold and a thick gray scarf wrapped around his neck.
Jeonghan didn't even know he had classes in this building, but then again there was a lot he didn't know about Junhui.
"Finals killed me, but other than that," Jeonghan laughs. "How're you? Your classes over yet?"
"Finished yesterday," Junhui nods. "I just came back to wrap some stuff up before I go home in a few days."
"You're going home?" Jeonghan asks. He's more curious than disappointed (at least, that's what he tells himself).
"Yeah, I'm going back to Shenzhen for the holiday," Junhui answers. "Actually, I kind of have something to ask you," he confesses nervously, one hand coming up to tug at his scarf.
"Shoot," Jeonghan says, adjusting his bag from where it's slipping off his shoulder. He's tempted to put it down--he's got a feeling he might be here for a little longer than he expected.
"Do you really think I have a nice voice?" If Jeonghan didn't know better, he would think that Junhui was blushing. But he does--he asked his friend and former roommate Minghao if he knew Junhui, and Minghao was very helpful in telling him that Junhui was the cockiest little shit he'd ever had the misfortune of meeting and also he was very helpful in helping Minghao study for his Korean exam. So Junhui can't be blushing, Jeonghan reasons, he must still be cold.
"Yeah, I did," he finally answers, remembering that Junhui asked him something. "It really is pretty."
"Thank you," Junhui says. "But I'm sure it can't be as pretty as you." The blush is gone, and Jeonghan can see why Minghao referred to him as a cocky bastard. Jeonghan hates himself a little, because he loves it.
"Thanks," he smiles. "Is there another question you want to ask me, or should I start walking back to my dorm now?"
Junhui doesn't miss a beat. "Let me walk you back," he says, moving next to Jeonghan and offering his arm. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, adjusting his bag on his shoulder again before he starts walking, not waiting for Junhui.
Junhui catches up anyway, and Jeonghan has to keep himself from grinning.
“Do you have plans for break?” Junhui asks as the step outside the warmth of the building. It’s gotten cold now, too cold for Jeonghan’s liking. He sinks into his jacket a little bit and flicks the hair out of his face, blown around by the wind.
“I'm going to slip into a food coma,” he answers. When Junhui laughs: “I am dead serious.”
“That actually sounds fantastic,” Junhui grins at him like the fucking Cheshire Cat, all curved lips and blindingly bright teeth. Somehow, it's still kind of cute.
“What are you going to do when you go home?” Jeonghan asks, and Junhui’s smile softens into something sweeter.
“Pester my brother and eat a lot. I miss Chinese food so much,” he sighs.
“I miss my mom’s cooking a lot when I’m at school,” Jeonghan replies. “But I can't complain, because I don't have to buy a plane ticket to go home.”
“It kind of sucks, but I'm used to it now,” Junhui shrugs. “But I didn't ask to walk you home so I could talk about me, I want to know more about you.” His voice turns a little whiny, and Jeonghan almost calls him annoying, but when he looks over Junhui has this little pouty face on; as gross as it is Jeonghan would still feel guilty insulting him.
“Fine, ask me whatever you want,” Jeonghan shrugs.
“Minghao says you're single, is that true?” Junhui asks, confidence back again.
Jeonghan smiles, biting his bottom lip. “I don't know, what do you think?” he challenges Junhui.
“I think it's true, but that it shouldn't be.” Junhui's grinning again.
“What do you mean?” Jeonghan's brows furrow in confusion, and he brushed back his bangs that have fallen loose from his ponytail.
“You seem like a nice enough guy, so you wouldn't indulge me like this if you were seeing someone,” Junhui explains. “Because that's what you're doing, right? Indulging me. But you shouldn't be single really, because you're gorgeous and could probably get anyone you wanted.”
“I'm not just indulging you,” Jeonghan says. “You're nice, and you have a nice voice and face, why would I deny you when you asked to walk me home?”
“So you think I’m good-looking,” Junhui teases, completely ignoring Jeonghan’s point.
Jeonghan sighs, and then realizes that they've reached his dorm already.
“Thanks for the talk, Junhui,” he says, moving forward and turning around so they’re face-to-face. “Hope you have fun back at home.”
“Same to you,” Junhui smiles. “But, do you think you could give me your number? So I can update you on all the food I’ll be eating and the fun I’ll have, of course.”
Jeonghan has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, and he considers it for a moment. “Ask Minghao, he’ll give it to you,” he finally answers. “And if you send me weird shit I'm blocking you.”
“Noted,” Junhui nods, and Jeonghan lets a slow smile spread across his face.
He turns to walk up the stairs and into his building, but he remembers one thing.
“Hey Junhui?” he says, turning around again.
“Yeah?”
“You better sing for me again sometime.”
“Of course,” Junhui smirks. “Anything for you.”
Jeonghan huffs, and when he turns around again to finally enter his building, he can't help but be a little glad that Junhui accidentally sang out loud in the library.
title: My Taste in Music is Your Face
pairing(s): Jun/Jeonghan
rating: PG-13
warnings: none
word count: 2,079
summary: Jeonghan goes to the library, but it doesn't quite turn out the way he expects (in which Jeonghan is trying to be a good student and Junhui is too confident for his own good).
author's note: I should probably go to the library more often. Title from "Tear in My Heart", because it fits.
Jeonghan sighs as soon as he steps foot in the campus library. All the round oak tables in the center are full and piled high with textbooks, and Jeonghan thinks he can hear a girl repeating her thesis statement to herself like a mantra. Even most of the plush blue chairs by the windows (that are usually avoided because they get cold) have occupants. Oh, how he hates finals week. Jeonghan heads for his usual table in a back corner, unsurprised when he finds that it’s already been occupied by someone else. Luckily it’s just one person, so Jeonghan decides to just sit at the table anyway.
He thinks he recognizes the guy sitting there. He’s got long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a sharp nose and adam’s apple. Jeonghan quickly realizes that they share a calculus class--his name is Wen-something, and he’s from China. They’re not really friendly, but once Jeonghan sat next to him during a lecture and asked to copy his notes. That’s alright though, Jeonghan thinks. He doesn’t plan on talking to the guy anyway.
Jeonghan sits down wordlessly in a seat opposite his classmate, who doesn’t react at all. All Jeonghan wants is to finish his final paper for Intro to Technology in peace (he hates that fucking class, like he needs a whole semester to learn how to use Microsoft Word).
He gets to work quickly, hacking out a hundred words every ten minutes or so. It’s mind numbing really, checking quotes and citing sources in the near-silence. For once, Jeonghan doesn’t have his headphones on. He needs to focus right now, and music won’t help (also he’s afraid he’s going to end up typing song lyrics instead of his matrix analysis). Despite the number of people, it’s still almost dead silent in the library--save for the hushed chatter of people talking to assistants to find books and the occasional: “Hey can I borrow a pen? Thanks.”
Jeonghan continues to work in peace until, suddenly, he hears a soft humming. It takes him a second to place where it's coming from, but when he does he realizes that it’s right across from him. Wen-something is humming softly, bobbing his head to the rhythm of whatever song is coming through his headphones. Jeonghan looks around, but there’s no one close enough to them to have heard the other boy, or for it to bother them. It doesn't really bother Jeonghan, actually. He has to admit, it’s nice--soothing. So, he doesn’t do anything about it; just lets the other person hum in peace.
He's been working for a few minutes after the humming started when he starts to hear something different. It's definitely still coming from the boy across from him, but he thinks he can hear words this time. It's definitely not Korean though, because he can't understand anything. Duh, he reminds himself, he's Chinese, why would he sing in Korean.
At first, Jeonghan finds himself a little annoyed. The singing is a bit like a buzzing in his ear, almost like a bee or a fly, he thinks. After a few moments, though, he grows accustomed to it. He listens closely for a few seconds, and decides that he actually finds Wen-something's voice quite pretty. It's not very harsh or loud at all, but soft and gentle, just how Jeonghan likes his music.
Then, Jeonghan starts to notice that other people are noticing. Those at distant tables are glancing over, some smiling at the singer and some glaring. Jeonghan decides he can't let this go on, so he pulls a post it note and a pen out of his messenger bag.
I'm not sure you know, but you're singing out loud, he scribbles, and sticks it to the textbook Wen-something is studying from.
The other boy looks surprised for a second, then confused as he reads the note. He looks up at Jeonghan, and Jeonghan thinks he can see a hint of blush on his cheeks as his mouth forms a small 'o'.
He pulls out his own pen, and scribbles something before he passes the post it back to Jeonghan.
Sorry, it says in messy, sharp characters, and Jeonghan can't help but smile.
It's okay, he writes back, this time on a new post it. I don't mind, but I think other people might. Wen-something smiles when he read it.
Thanks Jeonghan, he writes back, and Jeonghan's brow furrows when the note is passed to him.
"You know my name?" he whispers.
"Yeah," Wen-something nods. "You probably wouldn’t remember, but I'm a year below you. You gave me my orientation tour."
"Oh," Jeonghan replies, careful to keep his voice down. "I don't remember, I'm sorry. What's your name?"
"Junhui," the other responds, and it immediately sounds familiar to Jeonghan. “Wen Junhui.”
“Keep it down,” a girl from the nearest table hissed, glaring at them over the top of what appeared to be a speech textbook. Jeonghan had to hold in a snicker at the irony, but Junhui winced, clearly embarrassed.
They fall into silence again, which Jeonghan is glad for. He focuses on his paper again, and finally gets out three pages for a tech paper before he finally calls it quits, shutting his laptop with a relieved sigh. Junhui is still working across from him, eyes focused on his copy of "An Illustrated History of China and Korea". What a headache that would give him, Jeonghan thinks. Junhui's face scrunches up as his eyes travel down the page, and Jeonghan thinks that he looks pretty cute when he's concentrating.
Jeonghan packs up his stuff, but scribbles one last post-it note message before he puts them away. He gets up as silently as he can, but it still startles Junhui, making him look up. Jeonghan smiles at him, and as he passes Junhui to leave, he sticks the post-it to Junhui's textbook.
You've got a pretty voice, it reads. Maybe you can sing for me again sometime.
***
When Jeonghan walks out of his last final, he kind of feels like crying from relief. Instead of making a fool of himself in the hallway, he decides to lean against a wall for a moment and pull out his phone and check his calendar to make sure that he's not dreaming, winter break really does start tomorrow. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, hitting the wall with a dull thud.
"Long day?" a voice asks, and Jeonghan's eyes snap open. It's Junhui, looking prettier than ever with his long hair pulled back into a bun again, cheeks pink from the cold and a thick gray scarf wrapped around his neck.
Jeonghan didn't even know he had classes in this building, but then again there was a lot he didn't know about Junhui.
"Finals killed me, but other than that," Jeonghan laughs. "How're you? Your classes over yet?"
"Finished yesterday," Junhui nods. "I just came back to wrap some stuff up before I go home in a few days."
"You're going home?" Jeonghan asks. He's more curious than disappointed (at least, that's what he tells himself).
"Yeah, I'm going back to Shenzhen for the holiday," Junhui answers. "Actually, I kind of have something to ask you," he confesses nervously, one hand coming up to tug at his scarf.
"Shoot," Jeonghan says, adjusting his bag from where it's slipping off his shoulder. He's tempted to put it down--he's got a feeling he might be here for a little longer than he expected.
"Do you really think I have a nice voice?" If Jeonghan didn't know better, he would think that Junhui was blushing. But he does--he asked his friend and former roommate Minghao if he knew Junhui, and Minghao was very helpful in telling him that Junhui was the cockiest little shit he'd ever had the misfortune of meeting and also he was very helpful in helping Minghao study for his Korean exam. So Junhui can't be blushing, Jeonghan reasons, he must still be cold.
"Yeah, I did," he finally answers, remembering that Junhui asked him something. "It really is pretty."
"Thank you," Junhui says. "But I'm sure it can't be as pretty as you." The blush is gone, and Jeonghan can see why Minghao referred to him as a cocky bastard. Jeonghan hates himself a little, because he loves it.
"Thanks," he smiles. "Is there another question you want to ask me, or should I start walking back to my dorm now?"
Junhui doesn't miss a beat. "Let me walk you back," he says, moving next to Jeonghan and offering his arm. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, adjusting his bag on his shoulder again before he starts walking, not waiting for Junhui.
Junhui catches up anyway, and Jeonghan has to keep himself from grinning.
“Do you have plans for break?” Junhui asks as the step outside the warmth of the building. It’s gotten cold now, too cold for Jeonghan’s liking. He sinks into his jacket a little bit and flicks the hair out of his face, blown around by the wind.
“I'm going to slip into a food coma,” he answers. When Junhui laughs: “I am dead serious.”
“That actually sounds fantastic,” Junhui grins at him like the fucking Cheshire Cat, all curved lips and blindingly bright teeth. Somehow, it's still kind of cute.
“What are you going to do when you go home?” Jeonghan asks, and Junhui’s smile softens into something sweeter.
“Pester my brother and eat a lot. I miss Chinese food so much,” he sighs.
“I miss my mom’s cooking a lot when I’m at school,” Jeonghan replies. “But I can't complain, because I don't have to buy a plane ticket to go home.”
“It kind of sucks, but I'm used to it now,” Junhui shrugs. “But I didn't ask to walk you home so I could talk about me, I want to know more about you.” His voice turns a little whiny, and Jeonghan almost calls him annoying, but when he looks over Junhui has this little pouty face on; as gross as it is Jeonghan would still feel guilty insulting him.
“Fine, ask me whatever you want,” Jeonghan shrugs.
“Minghao says you're single, is that true?” Junhui asks, confidence back again.
Jeonghan smiles, biting his bottom lip. “I don't know, what do you think?” he challenges Junhui.
“I think it's true, but that it shouldn't be.” Junhui's grinning again.
“What do you mean?” Jeonghan's brows furrow in confusion, and he brushed back his bangs that have fallen loose from his ponytail.
“You seem like a nice enough guy, so you wouldn't indulge me like this if you were seeing someone,” Junhui explains. “Because that's what you're doing, right? Indulging me. But you shouldn't be single really, because you're gorgeous and could probably get anyone you wanted.”
“I'm not just indulging you,” Jeonghan says. “You're nice, and you have a nice voice and face, why would I deny you when you asked to walk me home?”
“So you think I’m good-looking,” Junhui teases, completely ignoring Jeonghan’s point.
Jeonghan sighs, and then realizes that they've reached his dorm already.
“Thanks for the talk, Junhui,” he says, moving forward and turning around so they’re face-to-face. “Hope you have fun back at home.”
“Same to you,” Junhui smiles. “But, do you think you could give me your number? So I can update you on all the food I’ll be eating and the fun I’ll have, of course.”
Jeonghan has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, and he considers it for a moment. “Ask Minghao, he’ll give it to you,” he finally answers. “And if you send me weird shit I'm blocking you.”
“Noted,” Junhui nods, and Jeonghan lets a slow smile spread across his face.
He turns to walk up the stairs and into his building, but he remembers one thing.
“Hey Junhui?” he says, turning around again.
“Yeah?”
“You better sing for me again sometime.”
“Of course,” Junhui smirks. “Anything for you.”
Jeonghan huffs, and when he turns around again to finally enter his building, he can't help but be a little glad that Junhui accidentally sang out loud in the library.