Magnet
Title: Magnet
Author: Junsusheartbeat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ChanSu Chansung/Junsu
Summary: Junsu needs a partner to practice his latest song with. No ones home but Chansung, and god knows he’s not the best, but Junsu can’t help but let him do it anyways. He never knew Chansung had such a pretty voice.
Warning: None.
A/N: I haven’t thought of anything good in a while. ;(( Literally. I’m heart broken, and it’s frustrating, so I hope this is good in some way! Comments and such are appreciated!
Junsu licked his lips, his eyes staring at the paper he held in his hands, body leaning forward to press against the table he sat at, his eyes still never leaving that paper, the piece of paper that held the words to a new song he had suddenly thought up. A duet actually, something that had required two people to sing, him and another person.. Junsu sat up straight, pulling the paper closer to his face. He had been scanning the words over and over again, a quick finger pointing to the paper and then back at himself. Junsu blinked a few times, a sigh escaping past his lips, a hand running through now short locks, he felt so different at the moment, the skin on his forehead against his palm feeling like a new sensation. He only sighed again.
‘I’m only one person..’
He spoke, indicating down to his paper, which required another person to actually complete, to sing with. Junsu stuck his tongue out yet again, running it over now dry lips, turning his sitting body from being straight to sitting side ways, he stood up not to long afterwards, hands clenching around paper more, letting it fall directly to his side, his eyes turning quickly towards the open door way of the kitchen. There had to be some one home to help him. Junsu nodded his head, thinking about it to himself, running through the members quickly.
‘Junho first!’
Junsu announced to himself, picking up his step, thinking about the man’s pretty voice and how well it would flow with the song he had written himself. Junsu smiled brightly, thinking about it more than he should as he made his way through their new dorm, his feet softly scuffing against the hardwood floor as he made his way down the wide hallway and up to the door that now belonged to Lee Junho. He lifted a fist, knocking on it lightly, hoping for a quick reply to come in, but received a long silence, and a disappointed look that fell across his face. Junsu bit down on his bottom lip, his head hanging.
‘He must have gone out..’
He spoke softly, clutching the paper tighter, his head raising. Okay, Junho wasn’t the only singer in the house! I mean they were all singers, just some not the best. With Wooyoung on his mind, Junsu continued on down the hallway, reaching the end of the hall, turning to a door on his right that read the name Wooyoung on the door plate, Wooyoung paid extra for that. Junsu smiled cheerfully, lifting his hand yet again, knocking a good few times, hoping that Wooyoung would answer the door.. If only something would go right for him today, yet again, silence breaking through and Junsu grunted in frustration very loudly, turning on his heels, his brows furrowing, head hanging as the paper in his hand began to crumple between his fingers. Was no one home today?!
‘Hyung what’s wrong?’
Chansung’s voice asked, a deep smooth voice, breaking the silent dorm that surrounded Junsu, causing the man to look up, a surprised look on his face, playing his emotions well. So there was someone home, just not the person he was expecting. Junsu’s head hung again. Sure, yes, Chansung was getting better at his singing, it was just the song Junsu had written, his voice just wouldn’t blend well to make it seem like two people ‘in love’ were singing together. Junsu tried not to sigh, he really was doing that to much lately.
‘Nothing’s wrong. Do you know where everyone is at Chansung?’
Junsu asked, shrugging his shoulders, relaxing his fingers when Chansung stepped closer. The younger man was still sporting his usual sleep ware, a simple black tank, and thick, grey sweat pants. Chansung stood directly in front of Junsu now, the older man’s still hanging. Chansung frowned.
‘They all went out to shop. They told me food wasn’t going to be involved until they got home, so I stayed here, And well, they asked you, but I don’t think you heard them, your music was playing pretty loud in your room.’
Chansung spoke, a large yawn escaping his lips, he must have just woken up, nails scratching the back of his head. Junsu stared blankly at the floor. He knew he had heard a knocking this morning! Why the heck did he ignore it?! Junsu shook his head back and forth, suddenly feeling the paper he had been holding slip slowly from his hand. Junsu’s head whipped up instantly, just in time to watch as Chansung’s eyes fell on the paper and began reading it. It was snatched directly from his hands, Chansung’s surprise glowing as Junsu folded the paper up quickly.
‘Well it sounded good to begin with.. Where you looking for someone to practice with Junsu hyung?’
Chansung asked, his hands being shoved into his pockets, his head tilting, stepping directly in front of Junsu who tried to move around him.
‘I was, but the people I were looking for aren’t home..’
He spoke, managing to get his foot over Chansung’s, only he had been pressed to the wall now, Chansung’s shoulder holding him tightly where he was. The younger frowned.
‘Why can’t you just ask me?’
He asked, Junsu’s shoulders tensing, Chansung frowned even more.
‘W-Well, it’s just, the way the song is made, it’s required for a girl and boy.. You wouldn’t sound right..’
Junsu spoke, Chansung sadly poking his lip out, pouting rather loudly for Junsu to hear. Junsu wanted to hit his head against the wall.
‘C-Chan- Hey no give that back!’
Junsu shouted, Chansung’s hand taking the paper out of his pocket and into his hands, turning his back towards him so that Junsu couldn’t snatch it away. Instead he tackled him, his arms winding around him, but a little to late, Chansung’s eyes already scanning quickly over the paper. He turned towards Junsu, dark eyes staring directly at him. Junsu swallowed.
‘Hyung. Let me try it please..’
He spoke, his voice deep and dark, Junsu couldn’t help but shiver, his arms crossing over his chest in defeat. There was no way he could say no to the maknae now, not with that face. Junsu pressed his fingers to his forehead.
‘Alright Chansung.. Let’s go to my room..’
Junsu spoke, the man’s face being plastered with a smile that was so bright that it hurt Junsu’s eyes. Junsu sighed leading him towards his own room where he had recorded the tune for the song.
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‘Now like I said, this song was meant for a guy and a girl.. So you will sing the guy part and I will sing the girl, just do you best and try to stay in tune with me please..’
Junsu spoke, stepping towards his ipod dock that sat on his dresser. He didn’t notice Chansung sticking his tongue out towards him. He pressed the play button before quickly making his way back over to Chansung, taking a seat on the bed, grabbing his copy of the paper that he had made. The soft melody filled the room now and Junsu looked over the words a few times, his words highlighted in a bright pink, Chansung’s in a dark purple. He rolled his eyes at Chansung’s smile towards him. Junsu licked his lips quickly before opening his mouth, the words flowing easily for him.
A slender flame burns at the edge of my heart,
Without warning, it spreads into a burning passion.
My butterfly flitting around it chaotically,
Scales dropping into your hand..
Junsu bit his bottom lip, expecting a voice that was usually Chansung’s usual, but instead, he was given a voice he hadn’t heard before, a very pretty, beautiful voice that blended well for some reason.
I’m wrapped around your finger,
From the lips to the tongue,
Even if this is something that is unforgivable,
The flames jump higher still..
Chansung looked up, the moment his part ended, Junsu wiping the shocked face off and his mouth opening the moment Chansung opened his and they began singing in a better harmony then Junsu could ever think.
I want to embrace you, I want you to tell me,
That you don’t think this is a mistake..
I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me..
I want to drown in this moment of captivation..
Junsu let his voice fade and his face fall to a soft look, his eyes staring at Chansung who was all smiles in front of him. Junsu’s mouth fell open.
‘Well Hyung! Was that good?’
Chansung asked, his voice bright and cheerful, much different than what he had been singing with. Junsu slowly nodded his head.
‘Chansung.’
Junsu spoke, motioning Chansung closer, the maknae looking rather confused, but easily crawled forward towards him. He sat directly in front of Junsu. The music was still playing in the background, the music softening, they were supposed to be singing, but instead, Junsu was sitting up, edging himself closer to Chansung, staring right at his face, directly into his eyes. Junsu lifted an arm, his fingers pressing against Chansung’s lips, opening his mouth.
‘Where did that voice come from..’
Junsu asked, tilting his head, Chansung blinking a few times. He shrugged his shoulders.
‘I thought that’s how I always-
The younger man had been cut off when Junsu’s lips had pressed to his, a simple kiss last for a few seconds before the older was pulling away. Junsu didn’t look at him.
‘Hopefully that will keep you singing like that, my voice mixed with your usual okay one.. It was beautiful..’
Junsu spoke, crawling out of bed, making his way to the ipod dock. Junsu pressed the rewind button. Chansung sat dumbfounded on the bed, his eyes wide, Junsu sat down next to him.
‘The song’s called Magnet by the way… Sing with me again Chansung.’
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A/N: The song I did not think up~ Aha~ I wish I was that good. It’s actually a real song! Actually called Magnet. And sorry the ending sucks! I always type this when my dad is yelling at me to get off. I hope you enjoyed! As always Comments and such are appreciated!