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Title: The Very Same [drabble]
Author: taehuns
Rating: PG
Parings: implied!kaisoo
Summary: kyungsoo plays piano whilst jongin plays his heart.
Words: 250
“Jongin, we really shouldn’t be here…” Kyungsoo worried - his hands scraping across the polished wood of the grand piano.
“5 minutes, all I’m asking hyung.” Jongin’s eyes pleaded with Kyungsoo, whilst a hand wrapped around another’s waist. “and your best Chopin playing…” he sniggered, whilst Jongin buried his chin into Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Fine.” Kyungsoo melted into Jongin’s embrace, leaning back against the broad chest and leaning into the warm hands.
Jongin’s lips found their way onto Kyungsoo’s cheek and stayed there for a good moment or two before Kyungsoo was alone in the dark again.
He took his seat behind the piano and lifted up the fall, the slight clunk as the wood met with the wood brought a small smile to Kyungsoo’s delicate features.
His fingers stretched out over the keys, feeling their texture and familiarity before pressing down lightly on an F key. The rich sound flooded across the small musical room and a blush crept up his cheeks, remembering the trespassing both he and Jongin were committing.
Speaking of - where did Jongin go?
The light pitter patter of the soft ballet pads fell onto the floor, pulling Kyungsoo back to reality.
He looked up, eyes glazing over as he saw Jongin in his ballet shoes, smiling sheepishly.
“Ready?” he mumbled, stretching his arms and legs as Kyungsoo nodded, moving his fingers to hover over the keys.
“Nocturne No.7 in C sharp minor Op.27 No.1?” the words rushed out of Kyungsoo’s mouth, waiting for acknowledgement.
“The very same.”
Author: taehuns
Rating: PG
Parings: implied!kaisoo
Summary: kyungsoo plays piano whilst jongin plays his heart.
Words: 250
“Jongin, we really shouldn’t be here…” Kyungsoo worried - his hands scraping across the polished wood of the grand piano.
“5 minutes, all I’m asking hyung.” Jongin’s eyes pleaded with Kyungsoo, whilst a hand wrapped around another’s waist. “and your best Chopin playing…” he sniggered, whilst Jongin buried his chin into Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Fine.” Kyungsoo melted into Jongin’s embrace, leaning back against the broad chest and leaning into the warm hands.
Jongin’s lips found their way onto Kyungsoo’s cheek and stayed there for a good moment or two before Kyungsoo was alone in the dark again.
He took his seat behind the piano and lifted up the fall, the slight clunk as the wood met with the wood brought a small smile to Kyungsoo’s delicate features.
His fingers stretched out over the keys, feeling their texture and familiarity before pressing down lightly on an F key. The rich sound flooded across the small musical room and a blush crept up his cheeks, remembering the trespassing both he and Jongin were committing.
Speaking of - where did Jongin go?
The light pitter patter of the soft ballet pads fell onto the floor, pulling Kyungsoo back to reality.
He looked up, eyes glazing over as he saw Jongin in his ballet shoes, smiling sheepishly.
“Ready?” he mumbled, stretching his arms and legs as Kyungsoo nodded, moving his fingers to hover over the keys.
“Nocturne No.7 in C sharp minor Op.27 No.1?” the words rushed out of Kyungsoo’s mouth, waiting for acknowledgement.
“The very same.”