[drabble] クレッシェンド: 雨の中で、踊ってキスをする｡ crescendo: dance and kiss in the rain
∞ クレッシェンド: 雨の中で、踊ってキスをする｡ crescendo: dance and kiss in the rain
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, PG-13, 887 words
! special thanks to anyajulia and her boyfriend demonessryu for the beta work! I wish you two more years of faithfulness and LOVE!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
!! you can find the Vietnamese translation here, with many thanks to betum dearie ♥
!!! also I'd like to thank Abbey sweetheart for making a wonderful art/graphic/gifset inspired by this humble piece ♥ (Honestly, I am still in awe over everything ;;)
He listens as the raindrops fall on the surface of his umbrella.
Pitter-patter.
One drop is consecutively following in fractions of a second after another in a rhythmic fashion, falling on his umbrella with a soft thud. This pattern rings a soft melody to his ears: a flat note followed by a different semitone; then a sharp, and another pitch higher, producing an adagio movement.
And he indulges himself in this subtle melody, one that the rest of the world cannot hear. One that only he can hear.
He stares into the sullen grey skies as he listens to the succession of notes that the raindrops make, from a variety of pitches as they fall on earth: on his umbrella, on the leaves of the trees in this park that he's currently standing at, on the petals of the hydrangeas that decorate the fences, on the hard steel surface of the benches and playground, on the grass, and on the gravel of the street ahead of him.
A sigh escapes his lips, and it sounds like an accompaniment to the music of the rain.
He buries his other hand deeper in his pockets as he feels the chill of the sudden wind that touches his skin. He tilts his head a few inches forward, allowing the cold surface of the umbrella's steel rod to touch his forehead. He closes his eyes, and focuses his attention to the song of nature playing in the background.
"What are you thinking about?" A voice interrupts his trance. This voice shifts the mystical music to an allegro, a transition from a soft tune to a cheerful one. And he suddenly feels alive.
He stirs, opening his eyes back to the world dyed in saturated colors. Before him was another boy, with clear patterns of droplets decorating the fabric on his shoulders, his slightly wet blond hair almost hitting the inside surface of the umbrella that he was holding. Did you run just to get to where I am? he asks the other boy, albeit silently, through his eyes. His words seemingly flying like a pianississimo in the air.
"Things," he replies the blond with a bright smile that contrasts the rainy weather.
"What things?"
"Things. Things, things. Anything? Or maybe nothing."
"You're so confusing Kim Junmyeon," the tall one snorts.
"But hey! At least I answered your question! Why do you always disturb me when I'm contemplating, anyway, Wu Yifan?"
In a crescendo, Yifan brushes his large hands against his own tiny ones, quickly snatching the umbrella away from him. Yifan's hands are not just huge for nothing, they're quite skillful as well.
Cold droplets prick his skin, slowly soaking him from his head to his feet. And he hears the transition of the soft, cheerful melody evolve to a more lively one.
Upon realizing that both of them are getting soaked, he shouts, "Hey! What are you doing? Yifan!"
Yifan gently tosses the umbrella to the bushes of hydrangeas lining the fences of the park, before turning to him and giving him a genuine smile. Junmyeon feels his breath hitch. Did the song skip a note? No, it must have been a whole-rest. Or probably two. Rest notes amidst the phrase of eighth and sixteenth notes. Silencio.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks once again, and he hears his own heartbeat accompanying the music in the background.
"I am jealous of your thoughts," Yifan replies as he drags the younger to the center of the park, spinning him while laughing heartily like an enthusiastic child.
"That doesn't answer my question," he retorts, giving Yifan a discontented pout. The blond chuckles.
"Because I am jealous of your thoughts, Junmyeon," Yifan repeats, locking his pair of almond-colored eyes to him. Hearing his voice makes his heart race. A forte.
"What do you mean by that?" he shudders slightly as Yifan brushes his fingers against his cheeks.
"I am jealous of your thoughts," the tall boy repeats for the third time. "Because you pay more attention to them than me," the blond laughs almost melodiously as he presses his forehead against his partner's.
"So I'm bringing you, my Junmyeonie, away from your deep realm of thoughts and back to reality..."
Junmyeon realizes that although the rain produces the decrescendo to his thoughts, it is Yifan who brings the crescendo to his life.
Crescendo, in the sense that his heartbeat accelerates whenever Yifan wraps his arms possessively yet protectively around his waist.
Crescendo, in the sense that blood rushes to and warms his cheeks whenever they kiss.
And just like that crescendo, Yifan presses his lips against his own.
Despite the blandness of the cold raindrops trickling from his cheeks to his lips, Junmyeon can still taste Yifan's unique flavor. A dash of mint, making his heart dances inside his chest, the music going louder until he hears another accompaniment that resembles his own heartbeat. Is it his heartbeat too?
Then he feels Yifan smiling against his lips before pulling back. Junmyeon opens his eyes in a pianissimo fashion - he's not sure when did he close them - and lets them adjust to the light before finally settling to the image of Yifan's almond eyes staring back at him.
"Welcome back, my Junmyeon-ah. Back to your reality. Your reality with me."
(´-｀*)ﾍ(´∀｀ﾍ)
A/N : : And this also goes to all the people who made me happy today, especially to my happy leadership co-sailors kira_min18, Ayesha-nim, and dee_fml ♥. And very, very special shoutout to kimpoi03, Lykka love, and Coney babe for everything because I might end up having a longer A/N than this drabble if I mention all the reasons (*´∀｀*)
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, PG-13, 887 words
! special thanks to anyajulia and her boyfriend demonessryu for the beta work! I wish you two more years of faithfulness and LOVE!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
!! you can find the Vietnamese translation here, with many thanks to betum dearie ♥
!!! also I'd like to thank Abbey sweetheart for making a wonderful art/graphic/gifset inspired by this humble piece ♥ (Honestly, I am still in awe over everything ;;)
He listens as the raindrops fall on the surface of his umbrella.
Pitter-patter.
One drop is consecutively following in fractions of a second after another in a rhythmic fashion, falling on his umbrella with a soft thud. This pattern rings a soft melody to his ears: a flat note followed by a different semitone; then a sharp, and another pitch higher, producing an adagio movement.
And he indulges himself in this subtle melody, one that the rest of the world cannot hear. One that only he can hear.
He stares into the sullen grey skies as he listens to the succession of notes that the raindrops make, from a variety of pitches as they fall on earth: on his umbrella, on the leaves of the trees in this park that he's currently standing at, on the petals of the hydrangeas that decorate the fences, on the hard steel surface of the benches and playground, on the grass, and on the gravel of the street ahead of him.
A sigh escapes his lips, and it sounds like an accompaniment to the music of the rain.
He buries his other hand deeper in his pockets as he feels the chill of the sudden wind that touches his skin. He tilts his head a few inches forward, allowing the cold surface of the umbrella's steel rod to touch his forehead. He closes his eyes, and focuses his attention to the song of nature playing in the background.
"What are you thinking about?" A voice interrupts his trance. This voice shifts the mystical music to an allegro, a transition from a soft tune to a cheerful one. And he suddenly feels alive.
He stirs, opening his eyes back to the world dyed in saturated colors. Before him was another boy, with clear patterns of droplets decorating the fabric on his shoulders, his slightly wet blond hair almost hitting the inside surface of the umbrella that he was holding. Did you run just to get to where I am? he asks the other boy, albeit silently, through his eyes. His words seemingly flying like a pianississimo in the air.
"Things," he replies the blond with a bright smile that contrasts the rainy weather.
"What things?"
"Things. Things, things. Anything? Or maybe nothing."
"You're so confusing Kim Junmyeon," the tall one snorts.
"But hey! At least I answered your question! Why do you always disturb me when I'm contemplating, anyway, Wu Yifan?"
In a crescendo, Yifan brushes his large hands against his own tiny ones, quickly snatching the umbrella away from him. Yifan's hands are not just huge for nothing, they're quite skillful as well.
Cold droplets prick his skin, slowly soaking him from his head to his feet. And he hears the transition of the soft, cheerful melody evolve to a more lively one.
Upon realizing that both of them are getting soaked, he shouts, "Hey! What are you doing? Yifan!"
Yifan gently tosses the umbrella to the bushes of hydrangeas lining the fences of the park, before turning to him and giving him a genuine smile. Junmyeon feels his breath hitch. Did the song skip a note? No, it must have been a whole-rest. Or probably two. Rest notes amidst the phrase of eighth and sixteenth notes. Silencio.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks once again, and he hears his own heartbeat accompanying the music in the background.
"I am jealous of your thoughts," Yifan replies as he drags the younger to the center of the park, spinning him while laughing heartily like an enthusiastic child.
"That doesn't answer my question," he retorts, giving Yifan a discontented pout. The blond chuckles.
"Because I am jealous of your thoughts, Junmyeon," Yifan repeats, locking his pair of almond-colored eyes to him. Hearing his voice makes his heart race. A forte.
"What do you mean by that?" he shudders slightly as Yifan brushes his fingers against his cheeks.
"I am jealous of your thoughts," the tall boy repeats for the third time. "Because you pay more attention to them than me," the blond laughs almost melodiously as he presses his forehead against his partner's.
"So I'm bringing you, my Junmyeonie, away from your deep realm of thoughts and back to reality..."
Junmyeon realizes that although the rain produces the decrescendo to his thoughts, it is Yifan who brings the crescendo to his life.
Crescendo, in the sense that his heartbeat accelerates whenever Yifan wraps his arms possessively yet protectively around his waist.
Crescendo, in the sense that blood rushes to and warms his cheeks whenever they kiss.
And just like that crescendo, Yifan presses his lips against his own.
Despite the blandness of the cold raindrops trickling from his cheeks to his lips, Junmyeon can still taste Yifan's unique flavor. A dash of mint, making his heart dances inside his chest, the music going louder until he hears another accompaniment that resembles his own heartbeat. Is it his heartbeat too?
Then he feels Yifan smiling against his lips before pulling back. Junmyeon opens his eyes in a pianissimo fashion - he's not sure when did he close them - and lets them adjust to the light before finally settling to the image of Yifan's almond eyes staring back at him.
"Welcome back, my Junmyeon-ah. Back to your reality. Your reality with me."
(´-｀*)ﾍ(´∀｀ﾍ)
A/N : : And this also goes to all the people who made me happy today, especially to my happy leadership co-sailors kira_min18, Ayesha-nim, and dee_fml ♥. And very, very special shoutout to kimpoi03, Lykka love, and Coney babe for everything because I might end up having a longer A/N than this drabble if I mention all the reasons (*´∀｀*)