sunshine in my mind (oneshot)
Title: sunshine in my mind
Pairing: dia/a-mi
Word Count: 901
Rating: g
Warnings: none
Summary: Full of surprises.
Notes: A very special birthday present for my love kiparang. ♥
Jieun laughs out loud when she first reads over the lyrics, earning glares from the producers who worked so hard to complete that very piece of paper. She flushes and bows her head in apology before shuffling out of the room to explode in silent giggles in the hallway. There's a bit of guilt in her sigh when she finally stops to catch her breath, but only a very tiny bit. The song is beautiful, no doubt about it.
There's just something so amusing about Minhyuk's debut song being about love. As if that boy had ever thought of anything beyond his headphones and his ridiculous glasses, really.
He bounces into the recording studio with his usual subtle cheer, his bright pink pants an assault on the eyes and Jieun wonders who let him leave the house looking like that. He regards her with a slight bow of the head, just a little insolent considering he's technically a rookie compared to her, but they've known each other too long to let formalities be an issue. Jieun raises a perfect eyebrow and gives him the smallest smile in return.
After he plops his wrinkled set of music onto the stand, he hurries across the room to say something to one of the producers. Jieun casually leans over and observes the frenzied scribbles across the lyrics- little notes to himself about when to to do this, how to say this, place emphasis on this and the like. She can imagine him pouring over the paper late at night, furiously taking notes and now and then trying out a quick bit of lyric, just to see how it sounds, how it feels on his lips. She's still smiling at his tiny letters when he finally returns.
"No peaking," he grumbles with his fake little scowl that tells her he's more embarrassed than angry. She apologizes with a slight tilt of her head as she pulls on her headphones. The producers announce that recording is starting before he can say anything more.
By the end of recording, her stomach feels uneasy and her head a little dizzy. Not that anything went wrong, quite the opposite, everything went a little too well. She can't remember a recording going more smoothly. She glances to the side and her breath catches when she finds him grinning triumphantly. He deserves that triumph, he did amazingly.
But she isn't used to this Minhyuk, who gets everything right the first time, who performs perfectly and makes no mistakes. She only knows the trouble-making, yet always kind, Minhyuk who goofs off during practice and never seems prepared, but manages to get by somehow because that's just who he is. This Minhyuk next to her is different and she's not sure how she feels about it. He's prepared, even more prepared than she is, if she's being totally honest. He concentrates on his work and never fools around, the only signs of his old playful ways in split-second rueful grins he shoots her while she's singing, which make her stumble on her words and have to apologize and ask for another try.
Minhyuk has the upper hand and she's not sure when he got it or how she can possibly get it back, or even if she wants it back. "Good work today," she says breathlessly as the camera crews back up their equipment and he passes her a water bottle.
"Thank you, sunbae," he says in a smooth tone that makes her choke on her water. "You okay?"
She nods, feeling her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment and something else. "I'm fine," she coughs when she is finally able to catch her breath.
"You should rest, you know. You look tired." He eyes her carefully and she tries her best to smile normally.
"Do I? I'm really fine, I promise. But you know," she adds in an effort to change the subject, "you've really changed. You did very well today."
"Is that such a surprise?" he asks with a scowl. She laughs at his scrunched up face; it's always been one of her favorite expressions on him.
"You seem different," is her answer. He waits for her to continue but she gives him a nonchalant shrug instead and hums to herself. "I didn't expect this song to suit you, but it does."
At that, he grins with such genuine joy and pride that she wants nothing more than to sit and stare at that look for however long she can. "This song has changed me," he says in a low, serious tone that breaks her daze. "I've never put so much effort into my training before, but this song is different."
"Why is that?" she asks. He winks, half-shrugs and sets down his water bottle. In a flurry of movement he glances all around them, his hands on her shoulders, before he turns her around. Suddenly everything shifts and she's off her feet, hovering in the air with her arms clutching frantically at his neck and shoulders and her face so close to his she can feel his excited breath in her hair.
"I've been practicing this for the music video," he says as if it explains everything.
"Oppa," she gasps and immediately regrets it because that wide grin spreads across his face at the alarm in her voice.
She does not like this new Minhyuk; does not like him at all.
Pairing: dia/a-mi
Word Count: 901
Rating: g
Warnings: none
Summary: Full of surprises.
Notes: A very special birthday present for my love kiparang. ♥
Jieun laughs out loud when she first reads over the lyrics, earning glares from the producers who worked so hard to complete that very piece of paper. She flushes and bows her head in apology before shuffling out of the room to explode in silent giggles in the hallway. There's a bit of guilt in her sigh when she finally stops to catch her breath, but only a very tiny bit. The song is beautiful, no doubt about it.
There's just something so amusing about Minhyuk's debut song being about love. As if that boy had ever thought of anything beyond his headphones and his ridiculous glasses, really.
He bounces into the recording studio with his usual subtle cheer, his bright pink pants an assault on the eyes and Jieun wonders who let him leave the house looking like that. He regards her with a slight bow of the head, just a little insolent considering he's technically a rookie compared to her, but they've known each other too long to let formalities be an issue. Jieun raises a perfect eyebrow and gives him the smallest smile in return.
After he plops his wrinkled set of music onto the stand, he hurries across the room to say something to one of the producers. Jieun casually leans over and observes the frenzied scribbles across the lyrics- little notes to himself about when to to do this, how to say this, place emphasis on this and the like. She can imagine him pouring over the paper late at night, furiously taking notes and now and then trying out a quick bit of lyric, just to see how it sounds, how it feels on his lips. She's still smiling at his tiny letters when he finally returns.
"No peaking," he grumbles with his fake little scowl that tells her he's more embarrassed than angry. She apologizes with a slight tilt of her head as she pulls on her headphones. The producers announce that recording is starting before he can say anything more.
By the end of recording, her stomach feels uneasy and her head a little dizzy. Not that anything went wrong, quite the opposite, everything went a little too well. She can't remember a recording going more smoothly. She glances to the side and her breath catches when she finds him grinning triumphantly. He deserves that triumph, he did amazingly.
But she isn't used to this Minhyuk, who gets everything right the first time, who performs perfectly and makes no mistakes. She only knows the trouble-making, yet always kind, Minhyuk who goofs off during practice and never seems prepared, but manages to get by somehow because that's just who he is. This Minhyuk next to her is different and she's not sure how she feels about it. He's prepared, even more prepared than she is, if she's being totally honest. He concentrates on his work and never fools around, the only signs of his old playful ways in split-second rueful grins he shoots her while she's singing, which make her stumble on her words and have to apologize and ask for another try.
Minhyuk has the upper hand and she's not sure when he got it or how she can possibly get it back, or even if she wants it back. "Good work today," she says breathlessly as the camera crews back up their equipment and he passes her a water bottle.
"Thank you, sunbae," he says in a smooth tone that makes her choke on her water. "You okay?"
She nods, feeling her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment and something else. "I'm fine," she coughs when she is finally able to catch her breath.
"You should rest, you know. You look tired." He eyes her carefully and she tries her best to smile normally.
"Do I? I'm really fine, I promise. But you know," she adds in an effort to change the subject, "you've really changed. You did very well today."
"Is that such a surprise?" he asks with a scowl. She laughs at his scrunched up face; it's always been one of her favorite expressions on him.
"You seem different," is her answer. He waits for her to continue but she gives him a nonchalant shrug instead and hums to herself. "I didn't expect this song to suit you, but it does."
At that, he grins with such genuine joy and pride that she wants nothing more than to sit and stare at that look for however long she can. "This song has changed me," he says in a low, serious tone that breaks her daze. "I've never put so much effort into my training before, but this song is different."
"Why is that?" she asks. He winks, half-shrugs and sets down his water bottle. In a flurry of movement he glances all around them, his hands on her shoulders, before he turns her around. Suddenly everything shifts and she's off her feet, hovering in the air with her arms clutching frantically at his neck and shoulders and her face so close to his she can feel his excited breath in her hair.
"I've been practicing this for the music video," he says as if it explains everything.
"Oppa," she gasps and immediately regrets it because that wide grin spreads across his face at the alarm in her voice.
She does not like this new Minhyuk; does not like him at all.