Through the crown of the sakura tree - 23
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: F. Schubert Fantasia in F Minor - Lang Lang and Marc Yu
“So where are you staying right now?”
“A friend’s.”
“A friend? Someone I don’t know?”
“You know and you don’t.”
“Better not be any of your flings. Yuri will be sad.”
“No, it’s a he we’re talking about here.”
“Oh.”
Kyuhyun “oh”, as he wrote Changmin a cheque with lots of zeros on it. “But, are you sure you want to sell me these stocks? What if the price goes even higher?”
“I don’t care really, I just want a break.”
“… Well, just come to me if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Kyu.”
“Don’t thanks me. Haha, if you run away I have a chance of becoming the heir.”
“Shut up Kyu.”
“You sure don’t mean it. Actually you don’t have to sell me the stock. Auntie Ayumi told me to write you cheques anyway, saying you may need it.”
“My okaa-san?”
“Yes. She kind of persuaded uncle Seung Ho to stop going after you. Saying you need time to think.”
“…”
Changmin put his hands in his pockets.
He had to disappoint his okaa-san. Truth is that he had not been thinking at all. These days he just went to school, then came back to Junsu’s place and worked on designs for some architectural firms that he had managed to earn an internship at. No fancy meetings arond dinners with rich and pretentious people, not having to worry about things he just had no interest at.
It all gave his life such a sense of novelty.
He even used public transportation to go around places these days. He had never done that before, as after being kidnapped a few times when he was younger, avoiding public transportation had become a must. Even if it’s no longer a safety issue as Changmin was grown-up now, it was still a paranoia thing.
But if he couldn’t even climb on a bloody bus, then how was he going to live on his own, independently? Thinking so, Changmin was determined to master the public transport system.
But despite all that, Changmin had been terribly awkward the first time he went on a bus. It had also been very crowded. He had sweated out of nervousness.
Then, Junsu, who had been standing next to him, suddenly moved. The smaller guy stepped up to take the place of the other side of Changmin, pushing Changmin inside. Changmin had no idea what that was until he realized that that way, Junsu would block Changmin away from all disturbances.
Changmin stared at Junsu, who was having eyes downwards, and obviously was ‘listening’ to music in his head again.
Changmin had suddenly wanted to know what Junsu was listening to.
At such proximity, Changmin could even see clearly each of Junsu’s long, thick, curled up eye-lashes, and how Junsu’s nostrils move as he breathed. He had stared at them, so closely that he hadn’t noticed when they arrived at the campus.
Now, though, taking a bus was no longer a big deal for Changmin. Just that morning, while on the bus, Changmin had refused go let Junsu bar the world from him. “Why, I’m bigger,” He had said to a confused-looking Junsu, while using his tall, muscular frame to protect Junsu from the crowd.
Living with Junsu had been the nicest. Changmin didn’t know how, but he nearly forgot what Junsu got for him, so there was never any awkwardness between them. Except for, of course, when Junsu chose to remind him of what had always been always there.
That evening, Changmin was drawing when Junsu was practicing with his piano. It was Schubert - Changmin could recognize.
Junsu played so beautifully that Changmin forgot his own work and looked up. When he finally realized Changmin had been staring, Junsu smiled.
“Com’ere!” Junsu patted on the piano bench, and Changmin found himself standing up and walking over like a puppy.
“Wanna try it? I’m in need of another person to accompany me. Do you remember how to play?”
“Who do you think I am?” Changmin smirked, as he sat down next to Junsu. Changmin was extremely intelligent - Junsu should know that by now, and so playing an instrument was no big deal for him at all.
Junsu chuckled.
Changmin looked through the score. He reached towards the keyboard, but had to cringe involuntarily when first touched those heavy keys. Since knowing about that secret about Junsu’s piano, every though of the black and white keys there made Changmin uneased.
“Ready?” Junsu said.
Changmin nodded. He was the one to go first. Slow and languid… He tried to do that while reading the music. It was the first time he had played the piece so it was quite hard. Changmin didn’t want to make a mistake, and he felt a bit tense.
Yet, when Junsu started the beautiful, high notes, Changmin forgot all about it. He relaxed immediately to appeciate the wonderful sound Junsu made. How could a person produce such beautiful music? Changmin didn’t understand. Playing on the same piano, Changmin could best realize what a person with high skill could do. Changmin was a fairly good pianist on his own right, but Junsu was just so excellent that it felt like they were not playing on the same instrument. Junsu made it feel like the piano could produce sounds that were 300% better than what it was supposed to. It was incredible.
And, well, the music. Schubert, the one who died at a young age. The music was gentle and beautiful, tender yet resolute. This piece for four hands is one of the most famous four-hand pieces ever made.
“Fantasia in F minor, D 940,” Junsu mentioned it name.
Changmin didn’t answer. Of course he knew the name of the piece. This was also one of his okaa-san’s favorite.
“Schubert wrote it for one of his students, also the girl he loved, Karoline Eszterházy,” Junsu kept on.
They had reached the Largo.
“Schubert had always loved Karoline, but never got to tell her. He died, embracing the secret of his love, that was only let out in his compositions.”
“…”
“…Like a flame that continued to burn until the very end.”
Changmin furrowed his eyebrows. He never liked a talkative Junsu. It usually meant that Junsu would say something that would perturb Changmin for days.
“Karoline was a girl from a wealthy, aristocratic family, while Schubert was but a relatively unknown musician. The social gap was too wide. Karoline would marry a rich man of her class, while Schubert, not good-looking and having nothing more than his talent for music, would never be able to reach her.”
Changmin got what Junsu was implying.
Different social standings? Secret love? One-sided love?
Was Junsu trying to make Changmin feel bad about what they were having?
“So Schubert knew… it was only impossible…”
Changmin banged on the piano, cutting Junsu’s words. He stood up from the seat.
He hated Junsu like this. If he knew Changmin would never reciprocate, then why bring it up? To make it hard for Changmin to look at Junsu without awkwardness and, well, guilt?
Changmin walked out to the balcony, putting a cigarrette in between his lips. Feeling the air of night come engulfing him in her embrace.
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Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: F. Schubert Fantasia in F Minor - Lang Lang and Marc Yu
“So where are you staying right now?”
“A friend’s.”
“A friend? Someone I don’t know?”
“You know and you don’t.”
“Better not be any of your flings. Yuri will be sad.”
“No, it’s a he we’re talking about here.”
“Oh.”
Kyuhyun “oh”, as he wrote Changmin a cheque with lots of zeros on it. “But, are you sure you want to sell me these stocks? What if the price goes even higher?”
“I don’t care really, I just want a break.”
“… Well, just come to me if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Kyu.”
“Don’t thanks me. Haha, if you run away I have a chance of becoming the heir.”
“Shut up Kyu.”
“You sure don’t mean it. Actually you don’t have to sell me the stock. Auntie Ayumi told me to write you cheques anyway, saying you may need it.”
“My okaa-san?”
“Yes. She kind of persuaded uncle Seung Ho to stop going after you. Saying you need time to think.”
“…”
Changmin put his hands in his pockets.
He had to disappoint his okaa-san. Truth is that he had not been thinking at all. These days he just went to school, then came back to Junsu’s place and worked on designs for some architectural firms that he had managed to earn an internship at. No fancy meetings arond dinners with rich and pretentious people, not having to worry about things he just had no interest at.
It all gave his life such a sense of novelty.
He even used public transportation to go around places these days. He had never done that before, as after being kidnapped a few times when he was younger, avoiding public transportation had become a must. Even if it’s no longer a safety issue as Changmin was grown-up now, it was still a paranoia thing.
But if he couldn’t even climb on a bloody bus, then how was he going to live on his own, independently? Thinking so, Changmin was determined to master the public transport system.
But despite all that, Changmin had been terribly awkward the first time he went on a bus. It had also been very crowded. He had sweated out of nervousness.
Then, Junsu, who had been standing next to him, suddenly moved. The smaller guy stepped up to take the place of the other side of Changmin, pushing Changmin inside. Changmin had no idea what that was until he realized that that way, Junsu would block Changmin away from all disturbances.
Changmin stared at Junsu, who was having eyes downwards, and obviously was ‘listening’ to music in his head again.
Changmin had suddenly wanted to know what Junsu was listening to.
At such proximity, Changmin could even see clearly each of Junsu’s long, thick, curled up eye-lashes, and how Junsu’s nostrils move as he breathed. He had stared at them, so closely that he hadn’t noticed when they arrived at the campus.
Now, though, taking a bus was no longer a big deal for Changmin. Just that morning, while on the bus, Changmin had refused go let Junsu bar the world from him. “Why, I’m bigger,” He had said to a confused-looking Junsu, while using his tall, muscular frame to protect Junsu from the crowd.
Living with Junsu had been the nicest. Changmin didn’t know how, but he nearly forgot what Junsu got for him, so there was never any awkwardness between them. Except for, of course, when Junsu chose to remind him of what had always been always there.
That evening, Changmin was drawing when Junsu was practicing with his piano. It was Schubert - Changmin could recognize.
Junsu played so beautifully that Changmin forgot his own work and looked up. When he finally realized Changmin had been staring, Junsu smiled.
“Com’ere!” Junsu patted on the piano bench, and Changmin found himself standing up and walking over like a puppy.
“Wanna try it? I’m in need of another person to accompany me. Do you remember how to play?”
“Who do you think I am?” Changmin smirked, as he sat down next to Junsu. Changmin was extremely intelligent - Junsu should know that by now, and so playing an instrument was no big deal for him at all.
Junsu chuckled.
Changmin looked through the score. He reached towards the keyboard, but had to cringe involuntarily when first touched those heavy keys. Since knowing about that secret about Junsu’s piano, every though of the black and white keys there made Changmin uneased.
“Ready?” Junsu said.
Changmin nodded. He was the one to go first. Slow and languid… He tried to do that while reading the music. It was the first time he had played the piece so it was quite hard. Changmin didn’t want to make a mistake, and he felt a bit tense.
Yet, when Junsu started the beautiful, high notes, Changmin forgot all about it. He relaxed immediately to appeciate the wonderful sound Junsu made. How could a person produce such beautiful music? Changmin didn’t understand. Playing on the same piano, Changmin could best realize what a person with high skill could do. Changmin was a fairly good pianist on his own right, but Junsu was just so excellent that it felt like they were not playing on the same instrument. Junsu made it feel like the piano could produce sounds that were 300% better than what it was supposed to. It was incredible.
And, well, the music. Schubert, the one who died at a young age. The music was gentle and beautiful, tender yet resolute. This piece for four hands is one of the most famous four-hand pieces ever made.
“Fantasia in F minor, D 940,” Junsu mentioned it name.
Changmin didn’t answer. Of course he knew the name of the piece. This was also one of his okaa-san’s favorite.
“Schubert wrote it for one of his students, also the girl he loved, Karoline Eszterházy,” Junsu kept on.
They had reached the Largo.
“Schubert had always loved Karoline, but never got to tell her. He died, embracing the secret of his love, that was only let out in his compositions.”
“…”
“…Like a flame that continued to burn until the very end.”
Changmin furrowed his eyebrows. He never liked a talkative Junsu. It usually meant that Junsu would say something that would perturb Changmin for days.
“Karoline was a girl from a wealthy, aristocratic family, while Schubert was but a relatively unknown musician. The social gap was too wide. Karoline would marry a rich man of her class, while Schubert, not good-looking and having nothing more than his talent for music, would never be able to reach her.”
Changmin got what Junsu was implying.
Different social standings? Secret love? One-sided love?
Was Junsu trying to make Changmin feel bad about what they were having?
“So Schubert knew… it was only impossible…”
Changmin banged on the piano, cutting Junsu’s words. He stood up from the seat.
He hated Junsu like this. If he knew Changmin would never reciprocate, then why bring it up? To make it hard for Changmin to look at Junsu without awkwardness and, well, guilt?
Changmin walked out to the balcony, putting a cigarrette in between his lips. Feeling the air of night come engulfing him in her embrace.
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