SuJu 100 fics: 057. Scales, Donghae/Kyuhyun
Author: Risabet
Title: 057. Scales, Donghae/Kyuhyun
Word count: 277, fic count 7/100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Donghae plays, Kyuhyun listens
For fading_sun_sock! ♥
They bought the piano as soon as they moved in. It wasn’t much of a thing really, the smallest one they could find, black and shiny though usually covered in fingerprints, its top surface crammed full of notes and random objects that would otherwise float around the apartment, a small lamp teetering on the furthest edge.
Donghae, normally so careful with his surroundings, doesn’t mind any of this when he sits down in front of the instrument. All he sees is the black and white row of the keys and the invisible world hidden inside of them. He can’t really play, not for real like Ryeowook, but he knows how to press down the narrow, lacquered pieces of wood and he knows how to live through the sounds they make, understands the meaning of each and that’s enough for him.
Kyuhyun quietly slips into the living room, chooses one of the armchairs, draws his long legs up against his chest and leans his chin on his knees. He doesn’t say a word as he follows Donghae with his eyes and listens to the scales the other boy’s fingers fumble and tumble in search of. He doesn’t say a word because it reminds Kyuhyun of past, of things long gone, too far away for words. Things he only vaguely remembers but still cherishes in his heart. It’s alright, he thinks to himself, it’s alright that I’ve forgotten, because Donghae’s fingers remember them for me. The afternoon sun shines in through the window, dust dancing across the rays and Kyuhyun closes his eyes as the warm light touches upon his face, shadows of lashes playing softly on his cheekbones.
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Notes: I was listening to Debussy’s ‘La fille aux cheveux de lin’ while writing this, the piece might help you get into the feeling I was aiming for in this one. It’s such a beautiful composition, really.
Title: 057. Scales, Donghae/Kyuhyun
Word count: 277, fic count 7/100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Donghae plays, Kyuhyun listens
For fading_sun_sock! ♥
They bought the piano as soon as they moved in. It wasn’t much of a thing really, the smallest one they could find, black and shiny though usually covered in fingerprints, its top surface crammed full of notes and random objects that would otherwise float around the apartment, a small lamp teetering on the furthest edge.
Donghae, normally so careful with his surroundings, doesn’t mind any of this when he sits down in front of the instrument. All he sees is the black and white row of the keys and the invisible world hidden inside of them. He can’t really play, not for real like Ryeowook, but he knows how to press down the narrow, lacquered pieces of wood and he knows how to live through the sounds they make, understands the meaning of each and that’s enough for him.
Kyuhyun quietly slips into the living room, chooses one of the armchairs, draws his long legs up against his chest and leans his chin on his knees. He doesn’t say a word as he follows Donghae with his eyes and listens to the scales the other boy’s fingers fumble and tumble in search of. He doesn’t say a word because it reminds Kyuhyun of past, of things long gone, too far away for words. Things he only vaguely remembers but still cherishes in his heart. It’s alright, he thinks to himself, it’s alright that I’ve forgotten, because Donghae’s fingers remember them for me. The afternoon sun shines in through the window, dust dancing across the rays and Kyuhyun closes his eyes as the warm light touches upon his face, shadows of lashes playing softly on his cheekbones.
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Notes: I was listening to Debussy’s ‘La fille aux cheveux de lin’ while writing this, the piece might help you get into the feeling I was aiming for in this one. It’s such a beautiful composition, really.