Music
Title: Music
Pairings: Yoosu
Rating: PG
Chapters: One Shot
“Junsu ah!” I heard his faint voice in the back and heavy footsteps pace itself to catch up to me. As I turned around in the rain I spot him again, I thought he’d gone home a long time ago because his audition was long before mine. I was standing there helpless from the rain soaking into me as he drew a smile onto his face when he approached, “That was indescribable!” he remarked, his body from head to toe was also soaked.
“What?” I asked confused as to why he had stopped me and now he’s soaking himself too.
He released a chuckle and white fog also came out from his lips, “I meant your voice, it’s the first time I’ve heard anything like that. I love it,” he exclaimed. “Junsu ah, can I call you that?” he paused and looked at me in the eye.
I nodded.
“I’m Park Yoochun,” he introduced holding out his hand; of course I reluctantly took it in and shook it. The moment we touch my body ignited with warmth, it was a strange feeling and led me to pulling back abruptly, which I think had surprised Yoochun. “Aish! It’s coming down hard,” he doesn’t seem to mind by sigh, “The train has probably been canceled, want to share a cab?” he asks bluntly.
“Actually I don’t live here,” I said, “I only came for the audition, but now it’s raining like hell.”
“I see.”
`
Don’t ask me why I ended up at Yoochun’s warm place snuggled up on his couch with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. Although I had refused his hospitality Yoochun insisted I come stay with him until the train is up and working again. It made me felt uncomfortable at some level because we are total strangers but a part of me was glad he decided to allow this.
Yoochun’s clothes fit me loosely because he was slightly taller, his smell still lingered on them and were somewhat intoxicating. I tried to sniff as much of the coffee as possible to keep my head from thinking weird thoughts but it didn’t seem to help. “Comfy?” Yoochun asks stepping out from the hallway, his hair still wet and a towel over his shoulders. He was in baggy sweat pants and a plain white T-shirt.
“Thanks,” I said setting the coffee down as Yoochun slid next to me drying his hair.
“Want to see something?” he asks and stood up, pulling me up in the process. Yoochun led me down the narrow hallway and into a spacious room. Everything was neatly organized with the exception of music sheets overflowing his piano. “Come,” his voice was husky making my heart skip a beat.
I came over and sat down by him on the piano chair. His fingers left my wrist and slowly slid to his piano keys, “I wrote this song a while ago and I think I just found the perfect voice for it,”
He nudged his head towards the music sheet standing up in front of him and I could see the lyrics clearly, I took a quick scan at the music notes and words. Oh gosh Yoochun, he writes beautifully. Not too long after I heard music ample through the room as the rainy window pale out, and I lifted my voice to sing because I felt I love the song since forever.
I turned around and saw his smile which nearly drove me insane, I fear the feelings I’m feeling but I can’t help it. In the end by tomorrow this would all end and go away. “Junsu ah,” Yoochun stopped playing and suddenly I felt his fingers on my back, running up and down my spine in a small area. My heart froze as though did my body, “Where did you learn to sing like that? Your voice is amazing, if we both make it pass the audition maybe we should work together.”
“Ohh…” I mumbled relaxing myself a bit, “I started when I was 15,” Yoochun’s fingers stopped and he stood up.
“I’m sorry I suddenly feel dizzy,” he excused himself grabbing a hold of his head.
I stood up after him and rushed towards Yoochun, “Are you okay?” I asked worried as he nodded, “Must be the rain,” he sniffled and I could tell he had caught a cold. “Where’s your room?” I asked.
“Across,” he pointed and I flung his arm around my shoulder to help him get there. Yoochun’s body slid over mine almost as perfect. And I felt his breath nuzzle close to my neck as he leaned in. “Junsu ah,” he exhale making me love the way he calls me. His voice was soft and husky, dark when he wants it to be.
Yoochun’s room was refreshing, tidy and a hint of blue rushed to greet us as I swung open the door. His bed was big and spacious as I tossed him over lightly. “Oh god, my head,” he whined.
“Do you have any medicine?” I asked sitting by him. He shook his head as his eyes squeezed together, perhaps due to pain. I reached for his forehead and found he was burning hot! “Yoochun ah!” I cried out panicking quite a bit, “What should I do?”
He pulled my hand off his forehead and then his direction, I fell over Yoochun and my heart pounded like crazy. What in the world is he doing? “Junsu ah,” he mutters faintly with his eyes still closed, “I’m cold,” his arms wraps around my waist and I was lost for a moment as to what he is doing. Yoochun is unconscious.
His heart beat fused with mine was I struggled slightly above him, he refused to let go like a kid with a teddy bear. I wonder if he knows what the hell he is doing? He breathed deeply into my collar bone as he slept the rest of the night. Eventually he loosened his grip and I rolled over next to him, I wanted to get out but I felt too tired. The darkness caressed my eyes to close and I too, fell asleep soon afterwards.
A/N: This was taken from a chapter of A Walk Into Your Heart, i wrote a long time ago at winglin, but I've deleted the story because there were many anti-yoosu comments. When I was going through my fanfic files I found this and decided to post it up as a on shot >.<
Pairings: Yoosu
Rating: PG
Chapters: One Shot
“Junsu ah!” I heard his faint voice in the back and heavy footsteps pace itself to catch up to me. As I turned around in the rain I spot him again, I thought he’d gone home a long time ago because his audition was long before mine. I was standing there helpless from the rain soaking into me as he drew a smile onto his face when he approached, “That was indescribable!” he remarked, his body from head to toe was also soaked.
“What?” I asked confused as to why he had stopped me and now he’s soaking himself too.
He released a chuckle and white fog also came out from his lips, “I meant your voice, it’s the first time I’ve heard anything like that. I love it,” he exclaimed. “Junsu ah, can I call you that?” he paused and looked at me in the eye.
I nodded.
“I’m Park Yoochun,” he introduced holding out his hand; of course I reluctantly took it in and shook it. The moment we touch my body ignited with warmth, it was a strange feeling and led me to pulling back abruptly, which I think had surprised Yoochun. “Aish! It’s coming down hard,” he doesn’t seem to mind by sigh, “The train has probably been canceled, want to share a cab?” he asks bluntly.
“Actually I don’t live here,” I said, “I only came for the audition, but now it’s raining like hell.”
“I see.”
`
Don’t ask me why I ended up at Yoochun’s warm place snuggled up on his couch with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. Although I had refused his hospitality Yoochun insisted I come stay with him until the train is up and working again. It made me felt uncomfortable at some level because we are total strangers but a part of me was glad he decided to allow this.
Yoochun’s clothes fit me loosely because he was slightly taller, his smell still lingered on them and were somewhat intoxicating. I tried to sniff as much of the coffee as possible to keep my head from thinking weird thoughts but it didn’t seem to help. “Comfy?” Yoochun asks stepping out from the hallway, his hair still wet and a towel over his shoulders. He was in baggy sweat pants and a plain white T-shirt.
“Thanks,” I said setting the coffee down as Yoochun slid next to me drying his hair.
“Want to see something?” he asks and stood up, pulling me up in the process. Yoochun led me down the narrow hallway and into a spacious room. Everything was neatly organized with the exception of music sheets overflowing his piano. “Come,” his voice was husky making my heart skip a beat.
I came over and sat down by him on the piano chair. His fingers left my wrist and slowly slid to his piano keys, “I wrote this song a while ago and I think I just found the perfect voice for it,”
He nudged his head towards the music sheet standing up in front of him and I could see the lyrics clearly, I took a quick scan at the music notes and words. Oh gosh Yoochun, he writes beautifully. Not too long after I heard music ample through the room as the rainy window pale out, and I lifted my voice to sing because I felt I love the song since forever.
I turned around and saw his smile which nearly drove me insane, I fear the feelings I’m feeling but I can’t help it. In the end by tomorrow this would all end and go away. “Junsu ah,” Yoochun stopped playing and suddenly I felt his fingers on my back, running up and down my spine in a small area. My heart froze as though did my body, “Where did you learn to sing like that? Your voice is amazing, if we both make it pass the audition maybe we should work together.”
“Ohh…” I mumbled relaxing myself a bit, “I started when I was 15,” Yoochun’s fingers stopped and he stood up.
“I’m sorry I suddenly feel dizzy,” he excused himself grabbing a hold of his head.
I stood up after him and rushed towards Yoochun, “Are you okay?” I asked worried as he nodded, “Must be the rain,” he sniffled and I could tell he had caught a cold. “Where’s your room?” I asked.
“Across,” he pointed and I flung his arm around my shoulder to help him get there. Yoochun’s body slid over mine almost as perfect. And I felt his breath nuzzle close to my neck as he leaned in. “Junsu ah,” he exhale making me love the way he calls me. His voice was soft and husky, dark when he wants it to be.
Yoochun’s room was refreshing, tidy and a hint of blue rushed to greet us as I swung open the door. His bed was big and spacious as I tossed him over lightly. “Oh god, my head,” he whined.
“Do you have any medicine?” I asked sitting by him. He shook his head as his eyes squeezed together, perhaps due to pain. I reached for his forehead and found he was burning hot! “Yoochun ah!” I cried out panicking quite a bit, “What should I do?”
He pulled my hand off his forehead and then his direction, I fell over Yoochun and my heart pounded like crazy. What in the world is he doing? “Junsu ah,” he mutters faintly with his eyes still closed, “I’m cold,” his arms wraps around my waist and I was lost for a moment as to what he is doing. Yoochun is unconscious.
His heart beat fused with mine was I struggled slightly above him, he refused to let go like a kid with a teddy bear. I wonder if he knows what the hell he is doing? He breathed deeply into my collar bone as he slept the rest of the night. Eventually he loosened his grip and I rolled over next to him, I wanted to get out but I felt too tired. The darkness caressed my eyes to close and I too, fell asleep soon afterwards.
A/N: This was taken from a chapter of A Walk Into Your Heart, i wrote a long time ago at winglin, but I've deleted the story because there were many anti-yoosu comments. When I was going through my fanfic files I found this and decided to post it up as a on shot >.<