Liebesgruss
Title: Liebesgruss
Pairing: Suho/D.O.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word count: 700+
Summary: When they are together, they are perfect.
The heavy autumn breeze fills a music room where the sweet melody can be distinctly heard. A figure stands with his violin on chin and his bow atop it. Next to him is Kyungsoo, comfortably seated before a grand piano with hands carefully rested on the black and white keys. The two seem to be a little absorbed in the music they create to actually realize it is already quarter past eight, hence giving a mix of eerie but cool and peaceful ambiance to the alabaster-laid room.
Kyungsoo loves doing this, staying late at night, rehearsing for the upcoming concourse, enjoying the feel of music in his ears, surrounding him wholly in a world he thinks ought to be-wonderful, still, and perfect. Too ideal, he knows, but Kyungsoo is happy that a part of him still thinks it is possible, that it exists. Besides, he will never get to this ephemeral serenity if it is not for Junmyeon.
Salut d’Amour. They are on their final score, a cool down from hours of rehearsals and it is Junmyeon who would always want to play this. Kyungsoo never says no. For some reason explainable only when their eyes meet before the first note is drawn, the request always brings him to a smile. He does not complain. To be honest, there is no reason to complain.
As he presses the keys, Kyungsoo makes sure he takes a glance at his company. They have known each other for a long time but Kyungsoo has always loved seeing and continuously learning who Junmyeon is with music.
There are two personas of Junmyeon when he plays. The first begins when he closes his eyes and lets the music he makes engulf him entirely. Every time. Whether the sounds are loud, sharp, colorful, or sweet, he does not care. He does not worry picking the wrong notes or getting into erroneous tempo. Whether warm ups or cool downs, everything sounds wonderful despite being reckless. All he wants is to bring himself to the right character before everything else.
Junmyeon draws it from its absoluteness, etching a new picture. He expresses his own meaning, sometimes sticking to its order, sometimes not; retaining its beauty most of the time or enhancing it if necessary. Messy, Kyungsoo sometimes say but still, he lets the other be himself and play freely with the sounds, fashioning it the way he likes it.
The second Junmyeon is the-Junmyeon-the-world-knows-about. He rests for a couple of minutes before carrying on with the piece. There is a deep breath, looking Kyungsoo in the eye which the latter never fails to respond with a genuine smile. As soon as the first note comes out, second Junmyeon makes sure he begins with precision. Soon passion engulfs him. The correct notes, exact pitch, right tempo in every shift of measures. He connects with the emotions, the stories behind every interval reaching a balance of harmony and melody. If he misses one he goes back from the top until he feels satisfaction. He plays them gently yet perfectly. Almost extremely flawless.
As for tonight, Elgar’s music sends them to their usual world where there is only Kyungsoo and Junmyeon. At every glance, Kyungsoo feels overwhelmed. At every smile, Junmyeon feels whole. The music they create is for them, together, to create a feel that in each key Kyungsoo presses, there is a thread that gently knots itself with the thread of Junmyeon’s fiddle. They carry on until they reach the climax with their eyes closed, letting their hands flow to the sweetness of the melody. It is just the two of them in an open expression of the song, writing a unique story in their heads to their heart’s content, knitting them together to create their own perfect tale.
The piece resolves to a beautiful ending and the last note trails off to the silence of the autumn night. Kyungsoo lifts his fingers from the piano the same time Junmyeon’s hands fall slowly to his sides.
“You’re perfect,” Kyungsoo mumbles, smiling contently. He shifts his gaze from the ivories to Junmyeon, who stands still before him, beaming brightly in a complete expression of bliss and satisfaction. Junmyeon leans towards the younger and rests his hand on the edge of the frame.
“No. It’s the two of us,” he says. “We’re perfect.”
Notes:
1. Birthday fic for supa_baek! Sorry for the late birthday present. I sort of think this is a bit shallow but omg forgive me I have tried my very best.
2. I have always wanted a violinist!Junmyeon and pianist!Kyungsoo fic but apparently no one has written it yet before me.
3. //sobs cries wails runs away//
Pairing: Suho/D.O.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word count: 700+
Summary: When they are together, they are perfect.
The heavy autumn breeze fills a music room where the sweet melody can be distinctly heard. A figure stands with his violin on chin and his bow atop it. Next to him is Kyungsoo, comfortably seated before a grand piano with hands carefully rested on the black and white keys. The two seem to be a little absorbed in the music they create to actually realize it is already quarter past eight, hence giving a mix of eerie but cool and peaceful ambiance to the alabaster-laid room.
Kyungsoo loves doing this, staying late at night, rehearsing for the upcoming concourse, enjoying the feel of music in his ears, surrounding him wholly in a world he thinks ought to be-wonderful, still, and perfect. Too ideal, he knows, but Kyungsoo is happy that a part of him still thinks it is possible, that it exists. Besides, he will never get to this ephemeral serenity if it is not for Junmyeon.
Salut d’Amour. They are on their final score, a cool down from hours of rehearsals and it is Junmyeon who would always want to play this. Kyungsoo never says no. For some reason explainable only when their eyes meet before the first note is drawn, the request always brings him to a smile. He does not complain. To be honest, there is no reason to complain.
As he presses the keys, Kyungsoo makes sure he takes a glance at his company. They have known each other for a long time but Kyungsoo has always loved seeing and continuously learning who Junmyeon is with music.
There are two personas of Junmyeon when he plays. The first begins when he closes his eyes and lets the music he makes engulf him entirely. Every time. Whether the sounds are loud, sharp, colorful, or sweet, he does not care. He does not worry picking the wrong notes or getting into erroneous tempo. Whether warm ups or cool downs, everything sounds wonderful despite being reckless. All he wants is to bring himself to the right character before everything else.
Junmyeon draws it from its absoluteness, etching a new picture. He expresses his own meaning, sometimes sticking to its order, sometimes not; retaining its beauty most of the time or enhancing it if necessary. Messy, Kyungsoo sometimes say but still, he lets the other be himself and play freely with the sounds, fashioning it the way he likes it.
The second Junmyeon is the-Junmyeon-the-world-knows-about. He rests for a couple of minutes before carrying on with the piece. There is a deep breath, looking Kyungsoo in the eye which the latter never fails to respond with a genuine smile. As soon as the first note comes out, second Junmyeon makes sure he begins with precision. Soon passion engulfs him. The correct notes, exact pitch, right tempo in every shift of measures. He connects with the emotions, the stories behind every interval reaching a balance of harmony and melody. If he misses one he goes back from the top until he feels satisfaction. He plays them gently yet perfectly. Almost extremely flawless.
As for tonight, Elgar’s music sends them to their usual world where there is only Kyungsoo and Junmyeon. At every glance, Kyungsoo feels overwhelmed. At every smile, Junmyeon feels whole. The music they create is for them, together, to create a feel that in each key Kyungsoo presses, there is a thread that gently knots itself with the thread of Junmyeon’s fiddle. They carry on until they reach the climax with their eyes closed, letting their hands flow to the sweetness of the melody. It is just the two of them in an open expression of the song, writing a unique story in their heads to their heart’s content, knitting them together to create their own perfect tale.
The piece resolves to a beautiful ending and the last note trails off to the silence of the autumn night. Kyungsoo lifts his fingers from the piano the same time Junmyeon’s hands fall slowly to his sides.
“You’re perfect,” Kyungsoo mumbles, smiling contently. He shifts his gaze from the ivories to Junmyeon, who stands still before him, beaming brightly in a complete expression of bliss and satisfaction. Junmyeon leans towards the younger and rests his hand on the edge of the frame.
“No. It’s the two of us,” he says. “We’re perfect.”
Notes:
1. Birthday fic for supa_baek! Sorry for the late birthday present. I sort of think this is a bit shallow but omg forgive me I have tried my very best.
2. I have always wanted a violinist!Junmyeon and pianist!Kyungsoo fic but apparently no one has written it yet before me.
3. //sobs cries wails runs away//