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Captivated by Music: Seunghyun & Hyungshik || Friendship

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As a customer left with complaints still leaving his lips, Seunghyun made a face behind his back before returning back to normal. How dare he disparage the products, equipment, instruments and staff in the store just because they didn’t have the single brand that he bought. Although Seunghyun understood the customer’s feelings - as he was very particular about the music-related things he bought - he felt that the person didn’t need to be as rude as he had been.

The young male had gone into the back space, leaving his co-worker out there to grumble in his annoyance (not that Seunghyun really cared at the moment). The back was a type of studio-like setting and Seunghyun enjoyed it. Sometimes, it made him wish that he never quit the music business, but he never entertained the thought any further. Carefully setting up his guitar, he started with some scales before getting into the music, letting the melodies relax and erase all the irritation that had been in him earlier.

Seunghyun’s reverie and bubble promptly burst when he heard the unpleasant sound of a collision behind him. Quickly whirling around and seeing a male lying on the floor, Seunghyun scrambled to set his guitar down and go help the stranger up. His hand gently gripped the fallen male’s shoulder while his other one to go tug his hand to help him stand up. For a moment, Seunghyun vaguely wondered why he was in here, but then, in the corner of his eye, saw that the store was empty of a staff member. Goddamn. But there were more important matters to attend to.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun quietly asked while doing a quick scan of the other’s body as he stood up, “is anything cut or scraped…?”

Hyungshik’s right palm was slightly bruised and his knees were aching but he was okay. How embarrassing it was for him to eavesdrop and get caught in such a manner. He had become rather clumsy these days. He dusted off his jacket and adjusted the bag on his back. “I-I’m fine. Just fine, thank you.” Hyungshik replied as the young man looked over him with concern. “Sorry for snooping around. I didn’t see anyone up front and when I heard the music, I became curious. You were playing very nicely.” 

His eyes scanned the room and he found it was filled with a variety of instruments. He loved the familiarity of a room that contained the aspects of music he cherished. ”Are you in a band?” he asked. It was either that or the man before him played everything in sight. 

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Hyungshik easily eased into her hug. She let out a small relieved sigh and sniffed, trying not to tear up too much. Her grip on him got tighter as the more he cried, she followed by it. However, immediately he noticed. Ahyoung smiled softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “If you don’t cry, I won’t either, okay? Smile for me, Hyungshik-ah.” She simpered softly, caressing his cheek with her thumb. “It breaks my heart to see even a tear drop on your face, you know?”

Her stomach was filled with butterflies. Ahyoung wasn’t sure if it was right to feel this way. A knot was slowly forming in her throat as she looked deep into his eyes as he pressed his forehead against hers. The closer she looked at him, the more handsome he seemed to get, and it made her heart race. She couldn’t help but crack a small grin, just to see if he would react to it.

“Smile?”

His body tingled at the touch of her skin against his and the contact only made him want more, but he knew he could not push the barrier further. Not unless Ahyoung hinted she wanted anything more. Her smile was contagious, that much was evident. From the moment she grinned, Hyungshik found himself smiling twice as much. It was amazing the effect she could have on him. He was deeply moved by the comfort and affection she was giving. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever cared for him this much. He took her hand that was caressing his cheek and leaned into it, closing his eyes for a short while. 

“Thank you, Ahyoung”, he whispered sincerely. He realized they were still in an embrace and he coughed, moving back gently to his original stance. The emptiness that followed filled him with regret. He was already missing the warmness from her body. “Is there anything in particular you want to do?” he asked.

♬: Follow and Feel: Jiyeon & Hyungshik

jiyeonpark-royal:

Jiyeon’s face flushed with a deep shade of red. She stared at him as he spoke once again, taking in his words like they were lyrics of a beautiful song. He had the nerve to touch her as he knew she was sensitive to the feeling, but it somewhat felt good. The only thing that made her regret enjoying the feeling was the fact her hands were wrapped in scars and sores from immense studying and abuse. “I..I..you..” She muffled, holding her wrist right after he let go of her. She looked away and smiled to herself, pulling out a little notebook with a pen attached, opening it, and scribbling her number onto one of the empty pages. Jiyeon teared it out and hesitantly pulled his hand onto her lap, opening it and placing the scrap into his hands and gently closing his large hands around it.

“If you’re ever free.. I’ll.. I’ll be around.” She said slowly, looking at him with doe like eyes. “I’m always free.” 

He took the slip of paper from her and gave a small nod. “Thanks. I’ll call you soon”, he assured. They were both silent again, each with the desire to speak but at a loss for words. Hyungshik stole a glance at Jiyeon and found that she was fiddling with her thumbs, unaware that he was staring. The way the sun radiated off her face made her glow. He placed the paper in his pocket and returned the guitar to its case. Jiyeon was now staring at him with her mouth slightly ajar. Hyungshik found it to be very cute. He stood up, ready to leave, and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you then?” he asked hesitantly. He gave her a small wave and headed towards the exit. He did not make it very far however before returning back to find her still sitting there. He opened his mouth to speak and stumbled upon his words. “I-um, er… what I want to say is… are you heading anywhere? I can walk you there.” He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her with anxious eyes.

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Ahyoung’s heart stopped for a moment. She had never been so empathetic for someone in her life. She stammered for a moment, stroking the picture. “He’s.. he’s beautiful. Being the son of you, I’m not surprised though.” Ahyoung whispered with a soft smile. She watched him turn away, and she held her hand out as if he were about to walk away. She placed her hands at her side, walking over to Hyungshik and wrapping her small arms around his larger body, hugging him tightly. Ahyoung rubbed his back and desperately tried to bite down tears herself as she held him tighter. “I want to see a smile out of you, okay? Everything’s going to be fine…” She consoled him, mumbling softly. Her heart ached for him. She’s never felt such an immense amount of feeling of love and care for someone that wasn’t her mother in her entire life.

“Hyungshik… please don’t cry.” She whispered, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

No matter how hard he tried, Hyungshik could not prevent the tears from falling and Ahyoung was there to witness it all. It was a few moments before he realized that she had crossed the room towards him and grabbed him in an embrace. He went stiff as she wrapped her arms around him. The warmth from her small slender body radiated against his own and he eased into the embrace. He was beginning to daydream as they held each other but that was cut short when he saw her wiping tears off her own face. He was bewildered. “Why are you crying?” he asked, pulling his head back slightly so that they were looking into each other’s eyes.

“Please don’t cry”, he begged. “I’m sorry I put you in this position. I got overwhelmed.” They stared at each other and it wasn’t long before he moved in closer to her face, eyes roaming to her lips. He fought the urge to kiss her right there. They were both vulnerable and he didn’t want to jeopardize the friendship he knew he would cherish forever. Instead he brought his forehead to hers and whispered a ‘thank you’. He was grateful that she was there to comfort him, even if no words were exchanged.

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♬: Follow and Feel: Jiyeon & Hyungshik

jiyeonpark-royal:

Jiyeon nodded her head, hiding her smile behind the sleeve of her sweater. “I would love to..” She mumbled into it, looking at him with the corner of her eyes, then quickly shifting her gaze back towards the ground. A part of her exploded. She felt so stupid about the fact that she couldn’t say more than that. She had plenty more to say. How do you tune your guitar like that? How long have you played for? Do you want to go out some time and play again together? Slowly, Jiyeon began to think that Hyungshik could be a very important part of her. She just couldn’t exactly pin-point what he could be. She opened her mouth, about to say something else, but it wouldn’t come out like she wanted to. She began to feel peculiar. Picking at her fingers, Jiyeon was also beginning to feel like she wasn’t just falling in love with the sound of his music.

He wanted to see her face when she spoke, watch the way her lips moved and her eyes glimmered. Slowly he brought his hand up to her sleeve and grabbed her wrist. He brought it down gently and smiled. He wasn’t sure what suddenly made him take that course of action but he was glad he had. The shocked expression on Jiyeon’s face amused him. He let out a chuckle, still holding her wrist. “Why do you keep trying to cover your face? You are very pretty and your speaking voice is just as gentle and soothing as when you sing. I want to hear you properly, and see you as well.” He felt his cheeks get hot at his words and suddenly thought she might feel uncomfortable with the way he was acting. He slowly removed his hand around her wrist and scratched his head. ‘Great. Now I’ve made things awkward for her.’ 

“So, can we get together again?”, he asked. “Do you have a phone?”