cadence (to the beating of your heart)
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uponinfinityTitle: cadence (to the beating of your heart)
Pairings: OT12, implied!Kai/Kyungsoo + more pairings to come (possibly. probably.) (you would be mine lol i’m sorry i had to)
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: Oneshot (1790 words); tentatively to be made into a series of oneshots if i have the time + attention span
Warnings: I suck with long fics and any sort of continuation; unbeta’d
Summary: Raw emotion and melodies uncontrolled are the captains of music, and twelve boys are on a voyage to a constellation of dreams.
Pairings: OT12, implied!Kai/Kyungsoo + more pairings to come (possibly. probably.) (you would be mine lol i’m sorry i had to)
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: Oneshot (1790 words); tentatively to be made into a series of oneshots if i have the time + attention span
Warnings: I suck with long fics and any sort of continuation; unbeta’d
Summary: Raw emotion and melodies uncontrolled are the captains of music, and twelve boys are on a voyage to a constellation of dreams.
‘Five minutes, guys!’
‘Oh shit, my string just snapped,’
‘Goddammit Sehun, I told you to be more careful!’
‘Shut up and help me restring this thing,’
‘THREE MINUTES!’
‘Fuck Soo come on, help!’
‘Don’t talk to Kyungsoo like that - ’
‘Jongin shut up - it’s fine - hand me those scissors-’
‘FIFTY SECONDS!’
‘May I get a round of applause for… Audio Ambush!’
Dimmed lights suddenly spring to life, rays of illumination glowing so bright it’s a wonder they’re not blinded. From where they stand all they can see for sure is an abundance of stage lights, bright spots of yellow threatening to steal their vision. But they can also vaguely make out the swarm of bodies forming the origin of the chanting and screaming of their names at their feet, and the energy is contagious.
Chen reaches for the mike and it’s as if someone’s hit the mute button, all the frantic yelling and screaming silenced the moment his fingers wrap around the device. He has his head bowed, eyes glued to the scratched flooring of the stage he’s standing on, as if trying to absorb some of the crowd’s energy before his performance. Behind him are the rest of his band members, faces stoic as they stare out into the crowd.
Sehun strikes a chord, sharp notes ringing clear in the air. It’s a signal that Kai is about to count the rest of them in, and sure enough, the drummer sits with his back straight, drumsticks poised to begin. D.O fiddles a little with the angle of his mike, subtly lowering it to suit his height. Suho sneaks a cocky smile for the girls furthest away from him to the side, bass guitar hanging attractively off his frame. Luhan doesn’t look out into the crowd at all, fingers absent mindedly brushing over black and white keys.
One breath.
Two.
Chen’s eyes fly up the moment he’s mentally prepped, and he lifts his head up to meet the crowd’s gaze through his eyelashes. Girls and guys alike go wild, and Chen smirks, amplifying the reaction tenfold. He snickers a little to himself before the music starts and music reverberates throughout the venue, floor vibrating to the beat of Kai’s drum.
Assignment deadlines, Chanyeol thinks, are a thing of the devil. He’d gone three days straight without sleep completing some essay he can’t even remember the title of anymore, dark skin hanging under bloodshot eyes. He’d managed to submit it minutes before the submission box closed, went to have breakfast, went back to his dorm room and promptly fell dead asleep for ten hours.
Now, system a little slow after having been forcibly removed from his bed and made to dress up, Chanyeol thinks he’s going to murder Baekhyun. Baekhyun has long fingers wrapped around Chanyeol’s wrist, and his eyes are lined in heavy circles of black, the shiny fabric of his shirt catching the street lights.
‘Where are you taking me? And why are you dressed like that?’ Chanyeol asks, still a little groggy despite having been subjected to a blasting of cold water not fifteen minutes ago by a Baekhyun shrieking at him to get clean you lazy ass, we’re going out. ‘Why couldn’t we just go out tomorrow?’
He thinks he hears Baekhyun make a sound somewhere between a grunt and a snort, but it doesn’t matter because he knows that’s all the response he’s going to get out of the elder.
They walk off campus and down a couple of dimly lit streets, turning corners Chanyeol doesn’t bother to take notice of because Baekhyun seems to know them by heart. He tries - half heartedly, of course - to remember the way, but gives up because he’s just too tired for this right now (and besides, he kind of knows Baekhyun would never ditch him).
Ten minutes gone and Chanyeol’s starting to wonder if Baekhyun’s seeking revenge for his drooling all over the latter’s report, nothing familiar anywhere in sight. All that he’s sure of is the steady building of obscured music, of bass so low Chanyeol can’t hear any of it, but he feels it reverberating in the soles of his feet.
‘Why the hell do you walk so slow, your legs are the length of my entire body, Park Chanyeol,’ Baekhyun grumbles, tugging Chanyeol one last time. They come to a stop just outside a door that looks like one of those places Chanyeol wouldn’t mind spending most of his time in, a place he’d envisioned hanging out with his friends in before he actually got to college and discovered that making friends was hard.
‘Is this the place?’ Chanyeol asks, nose wrinkling as he looks up at the neon sign hanging above the door he wanted to shove aside. ‘I don’t mean there’s anything wrong with it, but - you got all dressed up just to come here?’
‘Wait until you see inside,’ Baekhyun smirks, finally letting go of Chanyeol in favour of the door to - Shine, Chanyeol snorts, reading the word that’s glowing bright blue. ‘There’s someone in there tonight who’s going to blow your mind.’
Somehow, Chanyeol really doubts that. He doesn’t tell that to Baekhyun, of course, choosing to bite his tongue and just humour his friend for the night. Baekhyun turns away and pushes the door open, and it feels like a solid wall of sound jumps out and ambushes Chanyeol without warning, screaming and wolf-whistling attacking his senses. Baekhyun quickly yanks the taller in without decorum, slamming the door behind him to stopper the leakage of sound into the streets.
There is a band onstage, one with one, two - six members, and Chanyeol wonders if this was all Baekhyun had manhandled him to see. He’s about to huff angrily and turn on his heel to leave, but of course Baekhyun chooses just that moment to reach out and clutch at his jacket, fingers clamped tight in the fabric. ‘You probably hate me for interrupting your slumber, Sleeping Beauty, but I can assure you - you’ll want to see this.’
Chanyeol stares down at his friend with wide eyes, rolling them once he notices how serious Baekhyun is being. ‘Fine,’ he concedes, ‘but if they suck, you’re supplying all my coffee the next time an assignment’s due.’
Baekhyun beams, and Chanyeol feels his heart soften.
The band looks about ready to perform, and Chanyeol has a feeling that he’s missed the announcement of their name, but that doesn’t matter. He’s here to listen to their music, not get to know them, after all. The crowd is decently large, he observes, and from the decibel at which the girls are all screeching and the lower murmur coming from the guys present, Chanyeol thinks the band must be somewhat well known.
A chord rises into the air, followed by the steady beating of drums. Chanyeol’s foot starts tapping of its own accord once the guitarist properly shreds into action, his fingers moving fluidly, a spider weaving its own web on the strings.
Chanyeol eyes each member like a schoolteacher would a mischievous student, brows knitted together as he scrutinises each boy on stage. The other vocalist plays pretty decent guitar, and the boy - or girl, Chanyeol’s not very sure at this point - playing the keyboard does so with gusto, finding just the right notes without any sort of sheet music that Chanyeol can see. The bassist seems to be the one best returning the audience’s affections, sauntering over to the very edge of the stage and winking at the women literally at his feet, one corner of his lips curled up.
He notices how the back up vocal seems to send a few too many glances to the drummer who’s sweating profusely, arms expertly beating just the right drum with just the right amount of force. The lead vocalist himself has lungs the size of hot air balloons, hitting notes Chanyeol can only dream of with all the intensity and force of a category five hurricane. He sings with his whole body - eyes clamped shut, sweat trailing down a protruding neck vein.
Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol is swept away by the music.
Once the band’s done with their set, Chanyeol fears for his hearing as the thunderous applause threatens to deafen him. He doesn’t begrudge the six men on stage that, though - they were absolutely fantastic, raw energy stripped from scores of notes and ghosts of a rhythm still floating in the air around them. He joins in - claps and wolf whistles as loud as he can, suddenly remembering his own band back in high school, the memory of unmatchable adrenaline of performing still shining clear in his mind.
Sometimes, he really misses that high.
After all six men have filed offstage and disappeared from sight, the crowd disperses. Baekhyun drags Chanyeol to a table where a man who can’t be any older than the two sits, a glint of metal around his ring finger as he rotates a cold beer bottle inattentively on the wooden tabletop. ‘Minseok hyung,’ Baekhyun greets, reaching out a hand to firmly grasp Minseok’s in a handshake. ‘Glad you could come.’
‘Well, when you call, it’s kind of hard for me to say no now, isn’t it?’ Minseok grins, patting the chair next to his. ‘Please, sit. And while you’re at it, fill me in on this evil masterplan you want me to take part in.’
Baekhyun chuckles good naturedly before sitting, dragging Chanyeol down with him. Chanyeol hesitates but bows his head a little, introducing himself and giving Minseok a tiny smile and a handshake. ‘You don’t have to be shy, Yeol. Hyung might be two years older than us, but he’s totally cool. For a grandpa.’ Baekhyun adds, flinching away from the punch Minseok aims at his shoulder. ‘Anyway, anyway. We - alright, I - have something I want to talk to you about.’
‘Figures. Why couldn’t you just ask over the phone, Baek?’ Minseok grumbles, pulling out his wallet. ‘How much do you need this time?’
Baekhyun colours a little, moving to stop Minseok from pulling out bills to shove at him. He owes him enough already.
‘It’s - it’s not about money, hyung. Not this time, anyway,’ Baekhyun hastily adds, resolve failing under Minseok’s glare. ‘Chanyeol and I - okay, mostly me, he doesn’t have any idea I’m about to ask you this, so. I was thinking,’
‘What is it?’
‘Minseok hyung… How would you feel about starting a band with us?’
Author’s note: This. This is all the fault of ms![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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‘Oh shit, my string just snapped,’
‘Goddammit Sehun, I told you to be more careful!’
‘Shut up and help me restring this thing,’
‘THREE MINUTES!’
‘Fuck Soo come on, help!’
‘Don’t talk to Kyungsoo like that - ’
‘Jongin shut up - it’s fine - hand me those scissors-’
‘FIFTY SECONDS!’
‘May I get a round of applause for… Audio Ambush!’
Dimmed lights suddenly spring to life, rays of illumination glowing so bright it’s a wonder they’re not blinded. From where they stand all they can see for sure is an abundance of stage lights, bright spots of yellow threatening to steal their vision. But they can also vaguely make out the swarm of bodies forming the origin of the chanting and screaming of their names at their feet, and the energy is contagious.
Chen reaches for the mike and it’s as if someone’s hit the mute button, all the frantic yelling and screaming silenced the moment his fingers wrap around the device. He has his head bowed, eyes glued to the scratched flooring of the stage he’s standing on, as if trying to absorb some of the crowd’s energy before his performance. Behind him are the rest of his band members, faces stoic as they stare out into the crowd.
Sehun strikes a chord, sharp notes ringing clear in the air. It’s a signal that Kai is about to count the rest of them in, and sure enough, the drummer sits with his back straight, drumsticks poised to begin. D.O fiddles a little with the angle of his mike, subtly lowering it to suit his height. Suho sneaks a cocky smile for the girls furthest away from him to the side, bass guitar hanging attractively off his frame. Luhan doesn’t look out into the crowd at all, fingers absent mindedly brushing over black and white keys.
One breath.
Two.
Chen’s eyes fly up the moment he’s mentally prepped, and he lifts his head up to meet the crowd’s gaze through his eyelashes. Girls and guys alike go wild, and Chen smirks, amplifying the reaction tenfold. He snickers a little to himself before the music starts and music reverberates throughout the venue, floor vibrating to the beat of Kai’s drum.
Assignment deadlines, Chanyeol thinks, are a thing of the devil. He’d gone three days straight without sleep completing some essay he can’t even remember the title of anymore, dark skin hanging under bloodshot eyes. He’d managed to submit it minutes before the submission box closed, went to have breakfast, went back to his dorm room and promptly fell dead asleep for ten hours.
Now, system a little slow after having been forcibly removed from his bed and made to dress up, Chanyeol thinks he’s going to murder Baekhyun. Baekhyun has long fingers wrapped around Chanyeol’s wrist, and his eyes are lined in heavy circles of black, the shiny fabric of his shirt catching the street lights.
‘Where are you taking me? And why are you dressed like that?’ Chanyeol asks, still a little groggy despite having been subjected to a blasting of cold water not fifteen minutes ago by a Baekhyun shrieking at him to get clean you lazy ass, we’re going out. ‘Why couldn’t we just go out tomorrow?’
He thinks he hears Baekhyun make a sound somewhere between a grunt and a snort, but it doesn’t matter because he knows that’s all the response he’s going to get out of the elder.
They walk off campus and down a couple of dimly lit streets, turning corners Chanyeol doesn’t bother to take notice of because Baekhyun seems to know them by heart. He tries - half heartedly, of course - to remember the way, but gives up because he’s just too tired for this right now (and besides, he kind of knows Baekhyun would never ditch him).
Ten minutes gone and Chanyeol’s starting to wonder if Baekhyun’s seeking revenge for his drooling all over the latter’s report, nothing familiar anywhere in sight. All that he’s sure of is the steady building of obscured music, of bass so low Chanyeol can’t hear any of it, but he feels it reverberating in the soles of his feet.
‘Why the hell do you walk so slow, your legs are the length of my entire body, Park Chanyeol,’ Baekhyun grumbles, tugging Chanyeol one last time. They come to a stop just outside a door that looks like one of those places Chanyeol wouldn’t mind spending most of his time in, a place he’d envisioned hanging out with his friends in before he actually got to college and discovered that making friends was hard.
‘Is this the place?’ Chanyeol asks, nose wrinkling as he looks up at the neon sign hanging above the door he wanted to shove aside. ‘I don’t mean there’s anything wrong with it, but - you got all dressed up just to come here?’
‘Wait until you see inside,’ Baekhyun smirks, finally letting go of Chanyeol in favour of the door to - Shine, Chanyeol snorts, reading the word that’s glowing bright blue. ‘There’s someone in there tonight who’s going to blow your mind.’
Somehow, Chanyeol really doubts that. He doesn’t tell that to Baekhyun, of course, choosing to bite his tongue and just humour his friend for the night. Baekhyun turns away and pushes the door open, and it feels like a solid wall of sound jumps out and ambushes Chanyeol without warning, screaming and wolf-whistling attacking his senses. Baekhyun quickly yanks the taller in without decorum, slamming the door behind him to stopper the leakage of sound into the streets.
There is a band onstage, one with one, two - six members, and Chanyeol wonders if this was all Baekhyun had manhandled him to see. He’s about to huff angrily and turn on his heel to leave, but of course Baekhyun chooses just that moment to reach out and clutch at his jacket, fingers clamped tight in the fabric. ‘You probably hate me for interrupting your slumber, Sleeping Beauty, but I can assure you - you’ll want to see this.’
Chanyeol stares down at his friend with wide eyes, rolling them once he notices how serious Baekhyun is being. ‘Fine,’ he concedes, ‘but if they suck, you’re supplying all my coffee the next time an assignment’s due.’
Baekhyun beams, and Chanyeol feels his heart soften.
The band looks about ready to perform, and Chanyeol has a feeling that he’s missed the announcement of their name, but that doesn’t matter. He’s here to listen to their music, not get to know them, after all. The crowd is decently large, he observes, and from the decibel at which the girls are all screeching and the lower murmur coming from the guys present, Chanyeol thinks the band must be somewhat well known.
A chord rises into the air, followed by the steady beating of drums. Chanyeol’s foot starts tapping of its own accord once the guitarist properly shreds into action, his fingers moving fluidly, a spider weaving its own web on the strings.
Chanyeol eyes each member like a schoolteacher would a mischievous student, brows knitted together as he scrutinises each boy on stage. The other vocalist plays pretty decent guitar, and the boy - or girl, Chanyeol’s not very sure at this point - playing the keyboard does so with gusto, finding just the right notes without any sort of sheet music that Chanyeol can see. The bassist seems to be the one best returning the audience’s affections, sauntering over to the very edge of the stage and winking at the women literally at his feet, one corner of his lips curled up.
He notices how the back up vocal seems to send a few too many glances to the drummer who’s sweating profusely, arms expertly beating just the right drum with just the right amount of force. The lead vocalist himself has lungs the size of hot air balloons, hitting notes Chanyeol can only dream of with all the intensity and force of a category five hurricane. He sings with his whole body - eyes clamped shut, sweat trailing down a protruding neck vein.
Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol is swept away by the music.
Once the band’s done with their set, Chanyeol fears for his hearing as the thunderous applause threatens to deafen him. He doesn’t begrudge the six men on stage that, though - they were absolutely fantastic, raw energy stripped from scores of notes and ghosts of a rhythm still floating in the air around them. He joins in - claps and wolf whistles as loud as he can, suddenly remembering his own band back in high school, the memory of unmatchable adrenaline of performing still shining clear in his mind.
Sometimes, he really misses that high.
After all six men have filed offstage and disappeared from sight, the crowd disperses. Baekhyun drags Chanyeol to a table where a man who can’t be any older than the two sits, a glint of metal around his ring finger as he rotates a cold beer bottle inattentively on the wooden tabletop. ‘Minseok hyung,’ Baekhyun greets, reaching out a hand to firmly grasp Minseok’s in a handshake. ‘Glad you could come.’
‘Well, when you call, it’s kind of hard for me to say no now, isn’t it?’ Minseok grins, patting the chair next to his. ‘Please, sit. And while you’re at it, fill me in on this evil masterplan you want me to take part in.’
Baekhyun chuckles good naturedly before sitting, dragging Chanyeol down with him. Chanyeol hesitates but bows his head a little, introducing himself and giving Minseok a tiny smile and a handshake. ‘You don’t have to be shy, Yeol. Hyung might be two years older than us, but he’s totally cool. For a grandpa.’ Baekhyun adds, flinching away from the punch Minseok aims at his shoulder. ‘Anyway, anyway. We - alright, I - have something I want to talk to you about.’
‘Figures. Why couldn’t you just ask over the phone, Baek?’ Minseok grumbles, pulling out his wallet. ‘How much do you need this time?’
Baekhyun colours a little, moving to stop Minseok from pulling out bills to shove at him. He owes him enough already.
‘It’s - it’s not about money, hyung. Not this time, anyway,’ Baekhyun hastily adds, resolve failing under Minseok’s glare. ‘Chanyeol and I - okay, mostly me, he doesn’t have any idea I’m about to ask you this, so. I was thinking,’
‘What is it?’
‘Minseok hyung… How would you feel about starting a band with us?’
Author’s note: This. This is all the fault of ms
coppertears.Now the question is to continue or to not hm
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Date: 2013-09-04 12:46 pm (UTC)