String Me Along
Description
Her fingers are covered in calluses. His are soft as they trace her lifeline. YoungJae, SeungWan and all the reasons they shouldn’t work out (but do anyway). One-shot.
Foreword
Amber was friends with pretty much everyone, but it was no secret that she spent a fair amount of time over at the JYP building when she wasn’t at SM.
“What do you even do there?” SeungWan asked one day as Amber tugged on her jacket.
“Nothing really. We just hang out and chill.” The f(x) singer admitted. After a moment, she suggested, “Why don’t you guys come with me?”
Beside her, SeulGi balked. “Seriously?”
“Why not?” Amber shrugged. “Who knows? You might even have fun.”
Two hours later, when Amber was laughing, wedged between Jackson and Min while SeulGi and JaeBum were still pretending that he was ‘teaching’ her how to break dance and not just finding excuses to randomly touch each other, SeungWan slipped out of the practice room, fully intent on following all the signs to the cafeteria. Halfway to pressing the button to call the elevator, however, she heard it: the faint sound of a piano playing on the floor somewhere, the notes almost drowned out by a set of vocals that were as powerful as they were familiar. It was like a siren song, she would later recall, because SeungWan couldn’t think of any other reason to find herself at the doorway of another practice room in a separate hallway altogether. The slightly-ajar door creaked open at the slightest nudge of her fingertips and the squeaking noise was enough to prompt the music maker to stop and twist away from the piano in surprise. YoungJae blinked a few times, certain he was confused.
“...W-Wendy-ssi?” When he realized that no, she was actually real, he leapt to his feet and inclined his head messily towards her.
“Hi.” She waved, awkward and sheepish all at once because, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you-”
“Oh no.” YoungJae cut off her apology quickly, “You weren’t interrupting. I was just-” He scratched at the back of his neck mindlessly, “I was just messing around.”
“…oh.” SeungWan said because she couldn’t really think of anything to say to that. “Ok.”
A pregnant pause followed. She watched as YoungJae drummed his fingers on the black lid, seemingly determined to look anywhere but at her. Wendy shuffled her feet, briefly wondering how quickly she could get to the elevator without making it seem like she was trying to get aw-
“Would you like to come in?”
It was her turn to be confused and she might’ve stared at him a beat longer than was considered polite.
“…Uummm…,” Was all her vast intellect could come up with. SeungWan glanced down her escape route the hallway, then back at YoungJae who’d seemed to stop drumming his fingers as he waited for her answer.
“Yeah,” She found herself saying. It was the siren song, she was certain. “I’d like that.”
SeungWan left the door open, YoungJae shifted to the left of Middle C and they sat side-by-side on the bench in unison. This is how it starts.
12/4/2015
(I have no idea what I’m doing)
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