Of broken instruments 5/5; b.a.p, daehyun/himchan
anonymous
October 29 2012, 18:13:11 UTC
"This room... did you know? I used to come here quite often..." somebody with Daehyun's mouth spoke, and he closed the door behind him softly.
"All these instruments... I know them all, you know? They are... were, like, my... secret friends, you know. They all had their stories and I... I played them, somehow, in return for their stories. Of course I don't really know how to play all of them like you probably do..." Daehyun continued, voice soft but even, gaze sweeping around from time to time but always returning to Himchan, who remained silent.
"I mostly just... touched them, because they missed that too, you know. See, they are all so beautiful, each and every instrument... They are made for music and music only, you know, they are perfected to help people reach impossible heights. I always thought that instuments were somehow... divine, and that playing on them was the most honorable of arts. More so than singing, actually. Because a singing voice is something human, something... imperfect, but a good instrument, it can be... perfect, you know?"
"Daehyun-ah, what..."
"Don't... make me stop because I need this out of my system, okay?" Daehyun snorted the slightest, and Himchan fell silent. He was crying just minutes ago, but he is already forgetting that and trying to help me, Daehyun realized, and his eyes darkened as he took a step closer.
"You see them? All of them in here? They are instruments, but they are also sick... broken and forgotten and set aside and that... that is the saddest thing I have ever heard, because I didn't understand how can something that is perfect also break... And then I found you in here." He hears Himchan's breath hitch and his heart skips a beat when he sees the eyes that have been haunting him, with traces of tears still lingering in them, widen in shock. Daehyun just broke their unspoken promise - and he intends to break so much more.
"You are... you are just like them, hyung..." Daehyun whispers, and he is kneeling in front of Himchan now, blood loud in his ears once again at the sight of Himchan being confused, maybe even insecure in front of his eyes - and his eyes only.
"You are an instrument, hyung... Something exquisite and flawless and so, so broken... Like the geomungo on the wall, barely used as decoration when it is destined to be played till it's strings tear apart. You stand in front of us, in front of everyone and they see you, they watch you all the time but they never really play you, do they?" Daehyun's eyes narrow, and Himchan hesitantly leans back a little.
"There is something... really beautiful about broken instruments, you know? Something sad and enchanting... I... I like them, for some reason, so I come here all the time, and I try to play them..."
His voice is barely a whisper now, and he is so close to Himchan that his knees are touching Daehyun's tights as he kneels in front of him.
"Jung Daehyun, what the fuck are..." Himchan blinks, but Daehyun can see new tears welling in his eyes, and he reaches out to wipe away a drop which runs down his quickly drying cheek, and that makes him shut his mouth again. Daehyun knows he must have hit home with his words - it goes straight in his head because that's it. He has Himchan now.
"Hyung... Hyung it's okay... Let me play you" he says, voice shaking as he leans close to kiss away another tear, and Himchan's hands are immediately on his chest. Daehyun wonders for a moment if he will push him away, and seemingly Himchan is not sure either, because his fingers waver - and then they fall back into his lap and he sighs and kisses Daehyun on the lips. "No one will know, I promise..." Daehyun murmurs, and Himchan just nods, their kiss becoming desperate in a matter of seconds.
And Daehyun finds that sometimes instruments are meant to be broken first, in order to be played.
~~~~ Again this was supposed to turn out so much better and I was also going to write some at least slightly decent smut or something at the end but I failed? Sorry?
No need to apologize, author!anon! :3 I'm only disappointed in LJ for messing up the formatting of your fic, and I'm pretty sure that isn't your fault. *nods*
I happen to like how this turned out! Definitely different than what I expected, but I really liked reading this. :3 Great job, anon! <3
"All these instruments... I know them all, you know? They are... were, like, my... secret friends, you know. They all had their stories and I... I played them, somehow, in return for their stories. Of course I don't really know how to play all of them like you probably do..." Daehyun continued, voice soft but even, gaze sweeping around from time to time but always returning to Himchan, who remained silent.
"I mostly just... touched them, because they missed that too, you know. See, they are all so beautiful, each and every instrument... They are made for music and music only, you know, they are perfected to help people reach impossible heights. I always thought that instuments were somehow... divine, and that playing on them was the most honorable of arts. More so than singing, actually. Because a singing voice is something human, something... imperfect, but a good instrument, it can be... perfect, you know?"
"Daehyun-ah, what..."
"Don't... make me stop because I need this out of my system, okay?" Daehyun snorted the slightest, and Himchan fell silent.
He was crying just minutes ago, but he is already forgetting that and trying to help me, Daehyun realized, and his eyes darkened as he took a step closer.
"You see them? All of them in here? They are instruments, but they are also sick... broken and forgotten and set aside and that... that is the saddest thing I have ever heard, because I didn't understand how can something that is perfect also break... And then I found you in here."
He hears Himchan's breath hitch and his heart skips a beat when he sees the eyes that have been haunting him, with traces of tears still lingering in them, widen in shock. Daehyun just broke their unspoken promise - and he intends to break so much more.
"You are... you are just like them, hyung..." Daehyun whispers, and he is kneeling in front of Himchan now, blood loud in his ears once again at the sight of Himchan being confused, maybe even insecure in front of his eyes - and his eyes only.
"You are an instrument, hyung... Something exquisite and flawless and so, so broken... Like the geomungo on the wall, barely used as decoration when it is destined to be played till it's strings tear apart. You stand in front of us, in front of everyone and they see you, they watch you all the time but they never really play you, do they?" Daehyun's eyes narrow, and Himchan hesitantly leans back a little.
"There is something... really beautiful about broken instruments, you know? Something sad and enchanting... I... I like them, for some reason, so I come here all the time, and I try to play them..."
His voice is barely a whisper now, and he is so close to Himchan that his knees are touching Daehyun's tights as he kneels in front of him.
"Jung Daehyun, what the fuck are..." Himchan blinks, but Daehyun can see new tears welling in his eyes, and he reaches out to wipe away a drop which runs down his quickly drying cheek, and that makes him shut his mouth again. Daehyun knows he must have hit home with his words - it goes straight in his head because that's it. He has Himchan now.
"Hyung... Hyung it's okay... Let me play you" he says, voice shaking as he leans close to kiss away another tear, and Himchan's hands are immediately on his chest. Daehyun wonders for a moment if he will push him away, and seemingly Himchan is not sure either, because his fingers waver - and then they fall back into his lap and he sighs and kisses Daehyun on the lips.
"No one will know, I promise..." Daehyun murmurs, and Himchan just nods, their kiss becoming desperate in a matter of seconds.
And Daehyun finds that sometimes instruments are meant to be broken first, in order to be played.
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Again this was supposed to turn out so much better and I was also going to write some at least slightly decent smut or something at the end but I failed? Sorry?
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I happen to like how this turned out! Definitely different than what I expected, but I really liked reading this. :3 Great job, anon! <3
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