10 song fic meme, kangin/eunhyuk
So I had to hop onto the wagon and do this too. If you don't know what it is, it goes like this:
Open your music player, put it on shuffle and through the next 10 songs, write for as long as each song lasts. IE, if a song lasts 3 minutes, you write for 3 minutes and so on. If you don't finish within the time frame of the song, it doesn't matter. Leave it like that, makes it more fun! Post up the results for people to see.
Personally, I chose only instrumental songs because they inspire me the most.
Yiruma - Indigo
It all seemed like a movie to him. There were these rolls of film that ran before his inner eye and it was like he was just watching from afar. He watched people come into his life and leave again, fleetingly - just like that. His heart ached for closeness. There was never any love, never any kind of deep emotions that would shake his world. That would shake his entire being... and he was... sad.
A piano started playing in the corner, his attention drawn to it immediately. Behind it, a man, polished, with black, unruly hair sat and played. Really played to his heart's content. It showed on his face. The passion he felt when his fingers glided over those keys - every note and every single sound portraying an emotion so deep that he'd never understand it.
And Hyukjae found it fascinating.
Yiruma - With the Wind
For the longest time, he'd been thinking about the piano player. He hadn't seen him since then and it was now already winter. Feather light snow drifted across the world, his own world being covered in a thin layer of white. He blew hot air into his fists, warming them as he walked down along the street. He was on his way to buy groceries because he'd neglected it for a few days so he thought nothing of it when he passed a few stores - clothing, entertainment, music...
But then, he suddenly stopped. His eyes slid across the glass frame and looked inside where he saw a man - slightly resembling the piano player he'd seen at the party a few months ago. Again, there was music being played. It was vivid, colorful and full of emotions and it made the hair on Hyukjae's arms and legs stand on end, goosebumps traveling along his skin.
He knew he should walk along but he was steadfasted to the ground, staring unabashedly.
So it was only natural that the man looked up, locking his dark gaze with his own.
Motoi Sakuraba - Shape of Life
They'd met a few times since then and it had been fleetingly, mere casual encounters where they would exchange names and brief introductions. He'd found out that the other's name was Youngwoon, he was twenty-five and lived alone and was a struggling musician as he'd put it with a laugh in his voice. Hyukjae had been entranced with the man at the first word they'd said to each other and he could never stop himself from feeling fifteen again.
Now, they were sitting in a coffee house, talking about everything and nothing. They were good at that, conversing about anything that fell to mind. Youngwoon was dark and handsome compared to Hyukjae, but there was this gentle, soft side about him as well that was also kind of mysterious. He was, truly, an enigma and Hyukjae often found himself just staring, listening and smiling at the other man. There was something there.
Motoi Sakuraba - Two ends of my doze
"...no. I can't do this anymore. How could you betray me like that?! I trusted you, damn it! I gave my heart and soul to you!!"
Stanislav Bunin - Raindrops
Whenever it rained, it seemed like the world was drowning. Hyukjae sighed against his window, cheek propped up on his palm as he stared out across the empty streets below his apartment. It'd been a month since his fight with Youngwoon and he hadn't heard from him since. But he really wasn't any better, he hadn't called Youngwoon either. They were way too stubborn and proud for that both of them, but it was just so frustrating.
Hyukjae closed his eyes and remembered the day they first met at the music store, remembered how Youngwoon's eyes crinkled when he smiled. It felt like it'd been ages since then, but it was only late spring now. He hated this. Hated that he couldn't make this right again. Even though it had been Youngwoon's fault, Hyukjae still felt guilty for overreacting. He'd thrown all his clothes out on the street in the rain - just like today - and had yelled and screamed.
He was allowed to though, right? Hyukjae had never experienced such passionate and powerful love they always wrote about, portrayed in movies. When he finally got a hold of it, it slipped through his fingers so easily.
Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe love was just an illusion! Just something to make people do stupid things and make them hurt in ways never thought of before... or, was it?
Tears seemed to come so easily to him this past months but he let the roll over his cheeks, dampening his skin. It allowed him to feel the pain in a different way. In a way he could silently comprehend since he'd tried it so many times before.
Motoi Sakuraba - The unreasonable theory
"Hyukjae," he rasped, sensually and with a rough undertone he'd never imaged could come from his lover's mouth. "No!" Hyukjae screamed, trying to wriggle his way out of the older man's stronger grip. "But I love you, Hyuk ah... I love you so much." Hyukjae cried violently, pleading for Youngwoon to let him go, to let him be. He was scared, scared to the point where he feared for his life. He'd seen the gun beneath the bed in the shoe box and he'd seen it on the coffee table, on the nightstand... but now, it was right here against his jaw, Youngwoon's tongue licking a trail along his neck. "But I love you so much it hurts, 'Jae..."
Hyukjae sobbed, struggling for his life - but when he finally gave up, he couldn't stop himself from shaking. He shook and cried... didn't know what to do. He was lost. Scared. He was going to die by his lover's hands.
He'd never thought love could be this damaging...
Motoi Sakuraba - When we are together
"You know I love you right?"
Hyukjae smiled fondly, nuzzling his face against his lover's naked chest and snuggling as close as he could. "I know." He murmured, sighing in content. He loved his musician so much, he didn't know if he could live without him anymore. Youngwoon laughed a bit, kissing the top of his head. "Yah, I don't get an 'I love you too' back? I feel deprived."
The younger boy grinned, biting at Youngwoon's skin which earned a satisfying yelp. "I thought you knew already." He said, looking up at him.
"Well, I do." He responded with a playful grin, fingers guiding Hyukjae's chin upwards. "But I want to hear it." Even so, all words were lost when their lips pressed together in a soft, loving kiss. He definitely knew.
Yiruma - The Moment
Moments existed throughout time. It said so in every movie you'd come across. There'd be that special connection, that one little thing that could bring two people so close together, they'd forget how to breathe without the other. Hyukjae knew he'd found it with the way Youngwoon was looking at him.
Over a year had passed without contact, and suddenly, there they were again. In front of the same music store, the same time of year and the same hesitance in approaching each other.
"Hey." Youngwoon was the first to speak, making Hyukjae jump a bit, nervously. He touched his arm - a habit - and looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment as well as his excitement to see the other again. "Hey." He responded quietly, eyes going back up to look at Youngwoon's handsome face. He hadn't changed a bit and it was kind of heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time.
"You want to go get a cup of coffee?"
It was then Hyukjae knew he'd surrendered again. He wanted to forget the past. So he smiled, fondly and genuinely as he accepted the invitation.
Yiruma - 27. May
Youngwoon had proposed to him that day, Hyukjae remembered. He'd always made a big deal out of it, reprimanding his lover when he'd forget. It was cute, their little boughts of temper and their little fights here and there, because they knew each other too well and they loved each other too much to let it get to them.
Hyukjae touched the spot on his finger where his gold ring had sat for the past ten years. It felt empty and bony and he felt his heart ache with a dull pain, a lingering, ever-lasting pain. It was never going to go away, he knew, but somehow... he liked it. Because it reminded him of their relationship. Of their ups and downs and how he'd never... ever... wanted to do without it.
He usually cried on their anniversary, but at the tombstone, he never let himself because Youngwoon always loved his smile.
Motoi Sakuraba - An important person
"You know, when I die. I'll die being famous. I'll die with my name on everyone's lips and they'll mourn the loss forever and my music will live on forever."
Hyukjae smiled, looking up from the paper he was working on at his desk. "Why do you want everyone to remember you? Isn't enough if only a few do?"
Youngwoon looked stunned at this, seemingly thinking about the possibility until his eyes softened into that gentle glance Hyukjae usually shivered from. "I guess you're right. When we're out of school, I'll go to Europe and do this, but only if you'll always remember me."
He laughed, putting down his glasses as he looked at his older friend. "Of course I'll remember you, idiot."
Hyukjae sighed, laughing bitterly at his own stupidity. If only he'd remembered in the first place.
Open your music player, put it on shuffle and through the next 10 songs, write for as long as each song lasts. IE, if a song lasts 3 minutes, you write for 3 minutes and so on. If you don't finish within the time frame of the song, it doesn't matter. Leave it like that, makes it more fun! Post up the results for people to see.
Personally, I chose only instrumental songs because they inspire me the most.
Yiruma - Indigo
It all seemed like a movie to him. There were these rolls of film that ran before his inner eye and it was like he was just watching from afar. He watched people come into his life and leave again, fleetingly - just like that. His heart ached for closeness. There was never any love, never any kind of deep emotions that would shake his world. That would shake his entire being... and he was... sad.
A piano started playing in the corner, his attention drawn to it immediately. Behind it, a man, polished, with black, unruly hair sat and played. Really played to his heart's content. It showed on his face. The passion he felt when his fingers glided over those keys - every note and every single sound portraying an emotion so deep that he'd never understand it.
And Hyukjae found it fascinating.
Yiruma - With the Wind
For the longest time, he'd been thinking about the piano player. He hadn't seen him since then and it was now already winter. Feather light snow drifted across the world, his own world being covered in a thin layer of white. He blew hot air into his fists, warming them as he walked down along the street. He was on his way to buy groceries because he'd neglected it for a few days so he thought nothing of it when he passed a few stores - clothing, entertainment, music...
But then, he suddenly stopped. His eyes slid across the glass frame and looked inside where he saw a man - slightly resembling the piano player he'd seen at the party a few months ago. Again, there was music being played. It was vivid, colorful and full of emotions and it made the hair on Hyukjae's arms and legs stand on end, goosebumps traveling along his skin.
He knew he should walk along but he was steadfasted to the ground, staring unabashedly.
So it was only natural that the man looked up, locking his dark gaze with his own.
Motoi Sakuraba - Shape of Life
They'd met a few times since then and it had been fleetingly, mere casual encounters where they would exchange names and brief introductions. He'd found out that the other's name was Youngwoon, he was twenty-five and lived alone and was a struggling musician as he'd put it with a laugh in his voice. Hyukjae had been entranced with the man at the first word they'd said to each other and he could never stop himself from feeling fifteen again.
Now, they were sitting in a coffee house, talking about everything and nothing. They were good at that, conversing about anything that fell to mind. Youngwoon was dark and handsome compared to Hyukjae, but there was this gentle, soft side about him as well that was also kind of mysterious. He was, truly, an enigma and Hyukjae often found himself just staring, listening and smiling at the other man. There was something there.
Motoi Sakuraba - Two ends of my doze
"...no. I can't do this anymore. How could you betray me like that?! I trusted you, damn it! I gave my heart and soul to you!!"
Stanislav Bunin - Raindrops
Whenever it rained, it seemed like the world was drowning. Hyukjae sighed against his window, cheek propped up on his palm as he stared out across the empty streets below his apartment. It'd been a month since his fight with Youngwoon and he hadn't heard from him since. But he really wasn't any better, he hadn't called Youngwoon either. They were way too stubborn and proud for that both of them, but it was just so frustrating.
Hyukjae closed his eyes and remembered the day they first met at the music store, remembered how Youngwoon's eyes crinkled when he smiled. It felt like it'd been ages since then, but it was only late spring now. He hated this. Hated that he couldn't make this right again. Even though it had been Youngwoon's fault, Hyukjae still felt guilty for overreacting. He'd thrown all his clothes out on the street in the rain - just like today - and had yelled and screamed.
He was allowed to though, right? Hyukjae had never experienced such passionate and powerful love they always wrote about, portrayed in movies. When he finally got a hold of it, it slipped through his fingers so easily.
Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe love was just an illusion! Just something to make people do stupid things and make them hurt in ways never thought of before... or, was it?
Tears seemed to come so easily to him this past months but he let the roll over his cheeks, dampening his skin. It allowed him to feel the pain in a different way. In a way he could silently comprehend since he'd tried it so many times before.
Motoi Sakuraba - The unreasonable theory
"Hyukjae," he rasped, sensually and with a rough undertone he'd never imaged could come from his lover's mouth. "No!" Hyukjae screamed, trying to wriggle his way out of the older man's stronger grip. "But I love you, Hyuk ah... I love you so much." Hyukjae cried violently, pleading for Youngwoon to let him go, to let him be. He was scared, scared to the point where he feared for his life. He'd seen the gun beneath the bed in the shoe box and he'd seen it on the coffee table, on the nightstand... but now, it was right here against his jaw, Youngwoon's tongue licking a trail along his neck. "But I love you so much it hurts, 'Jae..."
Hyukjae sobbed, struggling for his life - but when he finally gave up, he couldn't stop himself from shaking. He shook and cried... didn't know what to do. He was lost. Scared. He was going to die by his lover's hands.
He'd never thought love could be this damaging...
Motoi Sakuraba - When we are together
"You know I love you right?"
Hyukjae smiled fondly, nuzzling his face against his lover's naked chest and snuggling as close as he could. "I know." He murmured, sighing in content. He loved his musician so much, he didn't know if he could live without him anymore. Youngwoon laughed a bit, kissing the top of his head. "Yah, I don't get an 'I love you too' back? I feel deprived."
The younger boy grinned, biting at Youngwoon's skin which earned a satisfying yelp. "I thought you knew already." He said, looking up at him.
"Well, I do." He responded with a playful grin, fingers guiding Hyukjae's chin upwards. "But I want to hear it." Even so, all words were lost when their lips pressed together in a soft, loving kiss. He definitely knew.
Yiruma - The Moment
Moments existed throughout time. It said so in every movie you'd come across. There'd be that special connection, that one little thing that could bring two people so close together, they'd forget how to breathe without the other. Hyukjae knew he'd found it with the way Youngwoon was looking at him.
Over a year had passed without contact, and suddenly, there they were again. In front of the same music store, the same time of year and the same hesitance in approaching each other.
"Hey." Youngwoon was the first to speak, making Hyukjae jump a bit, nervously. He touched his arm - a habit - and looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment as well as his excitement to see the other again. "Hey." He responded quietly, eyes going back up to look at Youngwoon's handsome face. He hadn't changed a bit and it was kind of heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time.
"You want to go get a cup of coffee?"
It was then Hyukjae knew he'd surrendered again. He wanted to forget the past. So he smiled, fondly and genuinely as he accepted the invitation.
Yiruma - 27. May
Youngwoon had proposed to him that day, Hyukjae remembered. He'd always made a big deal out of it, reprimanding his lover when he'd forget. It was cute, their little boughts of temper and their little fights here and there, because they knew each other too well and they loved each other too much to let it get to them.
Hyukjae touched the spot on his finger where his gold ring had sat for the past ten years. It felt empty and bony and he felt his heart ache with a dull pain, a lingering, ever-lasting pain. It was never going to go away, he knew, but somehow... he liked it. Because it reminded him of their relationship. Of their ups and downs and how he'd never... ever... wanted to do without it.
He usually cried on their anniversary, but at the tombstone, he never let himself because Youngwoon always loved his smile.
Motoi Sakuraba - An important person
"You know, when I die. I'll die being famous. I'll die with my name on everyone's lips and they'll mourn the loss forever and my music will live on forever."
Hyukjae smiled, looking up from the paper he was working on at his desk. "Why do you want everyone to remember you? Isn't enough if only a few do?"
Youngwoon looked stunned at this, seemingly thinking about the possibility until his eyes softened into that gentle glance Hyukjae usually shivered from. "I guess you're right. When we're out of school, I'll go to Europe and do this, but only if you'll always remember me."
He laughed, putting down his glasses as he looked at his older friend. "Of course I'll remember you, idiot."
Hyukjae sighed, laughing bitterly at his own stupidity. If only he'd remembered in the first place.