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writetomyheart2014-08-20 12:04 am
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[Team 1] I, I Love You
This fic was inspired by Esna's I, I Love You (English version).
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xkeirafanx and Kichie and edae and all you Jongdae/Liyin fans out there.
Fun on a Friday night, for Jongdae, doesn't normally involve a dimly lit piano bar downtown, sitting alone at the bar and nursing a glass of whisky on rocks between his palms. The drink had been slid across to him as soon as he had seated himself - "on the house," the bartender had explained when he had looked bewilderedly between the glass and the server. He had only ever told one person that he enjoyed a glass of whisky on a Friday night but she hasn't arrived yet, despite being the one to ask him out in the first place.
Around him, there is a soft buzz of chatter from the other patrons, just loud enough to distract him from the thoughts lingering in his mind from work, but quiet enough that he doesn't feel like he's intruding on anyone's privacy. He's only been in the bar for a quarter of an hour but he can already feel the atmosphere relaxing him, the knots in his muscles from being hunched over his computer unwinding bit by bit. Dimly lit piano bars may not have been his first choice, but it's quickly becoming a favourite.
In the corner furthest from the bar, in the middle of raised platform for a stage, sits a grand piano, its black wooden case polished until it's glimmering under the stage light. There's a man seated before its keyboard, his fingers dancing over the black and white keys as his whole body sways to the rhythm of the music.
For some reason, Jongdae thinks the pianist looked familiar, but he can't quite place a name to the not quite profile.
Just then, he feels a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to see the host who had directed him to the bar earlier standing at his elbow. He bows slightly in greeting.
"Sir," he says, "your table is ready now."
"Has Miss Zhang arrived?" Jongdae asks instead.
"No, sir," the host answers, "not yet."
"Then can I wait here until she does?"
"Wouldn't it be better to wait at the table instead?" the host suggests. "I'll lead her to your table as soon as she arrives."
Jongdae finds that he can't argue with the man so with a shrug, he stands and follows the host to another part of the room, where a small round table sits near the stage. Two sets of cutlery are laid out on the table, side by side facing the stage. He takes furthest from the raised platform.
"As soon as Miss Zhang arrives, I will lead her here," the host says once more before bowing and leaving.
Jongdae manages a polite nod of his head before the host completely disappears from sight.
From this close to the stage, he can see the pianist much clearer, and he jerks with a start when he realises who it is. Swaying to the gentle music he's making is Yixing, his classmate from school and - more importantly - his future brother-in-law. He looks paler under the fluorescent glow of the spotlight and Jongdae can see where the older man's sweat is beginning to wash away his light make-up, but the man at the piano is, without a shadow of a doubt, Zhang Yixing.
He doesn't have long to ponder on this revelation, though, because the spotlight dims and he hears shuffling sounds as people move across the darkened stage before him.
When the stage lights turn on again, he can't hold back his gasp of surprise.
There's an angel on stage, dressed in a floaty, shimmery white dress which made her glow all the more under the single beam of light.
An angel. His angel, Zhang Liyin.
She looks nervous, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth, and she spends the first minute or so on stage looking about worriedly, looking for something - someone.
Him. Because when she spots Jongdae, she visibly relaxes, her tense shoulders sagging in relief and her lips pulled into a wide smile.
She steps up to the microphone that's been set up in front of the piano, and the crowd clap, a few people in the back of the bar whooping in support. This draws a soft laugh from her lips and Jongdae melts because he loves this sound, loves her laughs.
"Good evening, everyone," she greets, her soft voice filling the room. "How's everyone doing?" There are a few calls of response from the audience and though the words a bit incoherent to Jongdae, Liyin clearly understood them because she chuckles. "It sounds like you've all had a tough day today, so I'm glad you could join me tonight."
Her eyes flit across to him again before she continues. "Today's an extra special day for me, because in about five minutes on this day seven years ago, I was stopped by a boy I had known for quite a while. He was halfway through his first year at university, and I was halfway through my last, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that he knew that he really liked me, had really liked me for a long time, and that no matter what, he wanted to give us a try. Seven years ago today, my boyfriend asked me out, serenading me in the courtyard between our dormitory blocks.
"And so tonight," she begins then pausing, turning her head so she can hold his gaze, "on the eve of our seventh year anniversary, and also to celebrate a hundred days of our engagement, I'm going to perform a few songs for you, Jongdae, my beloved. This first song is called 'I, I Love You'."
Your turn,myxstorie! Technically the story ends before the blockquote.
For
xkeirafanx and Kichie and edae and all you Jongdae/Liyin fans out there.I, I Love You
943 words; G; fluff
Fun on a Friday night, for Jongdae, doesn't normally involve a dimly lit piano bar downtown, sitting alone at the bar and nursing a glass of whisky on rocks between his palms. The drink had been slid across to him as soon as he had seated himself - "on the house," the bartender had explained when he had looked bewilderedly between the glass and the server. He had only ever told one person that he enjoyed a glass of whisky on a Friday night but she hasn't arrived yet, despite being the one to ask him out in the first place.
Around him, there is a soft buzz of chatter from the other patrons, just loud enough to distract him from the thoughts lingering in his mind from work, but quiet enough that he doesn't feel like he's intruding on anyone's privacy. He's only been in the bar for a quarter of an hour but he can already feel the atmosphere relaxing him, the knots in his muscles from being hunched over his computer unwinding bit by bit. Dimly lit piano bars may not have been his first choice, but it's quickly becoming a favourite.
In the corner furthest from the bar, in the middle of raised platform for a stage, sits a grand piano, its black wooden case polished until it's glimmering under the stage light. There's a man seated before its keyboard, his fingers dancing over the black and white keys as his whole body sways to the rhythm of the music.
For some reason, Jongdae thinks the pianist looked familiar, but he can't quite place a name to the not quite profile.
Just then, he feels a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to see the host who had directed him to the bar earlier standing at his elbow. He bows slightly in greeting.
"Sir," he says, "your table is ready now."
"Has Miss Zhang arrived?" Jongdae asks instead.
"No, sir," the host answers, "not yet."
"Then can I wait here until she does?"
"Wouldn't it be better to wait at the table instead?" the host suggests. "I'll lead her to your table as soon as she arrives."
Jongdae finds that he can't argue with the man so with a shrug, he stands and follows the host to another part of the room, where a small round table sits near the stage. Two sets of cutlery are laid out on the table, side by side facing the stage. He takes furthest from the raised platform.
"As soon as Miss Zhang arrives, I will lead her here," the host says once more before bowing and leaving.
Jongdae manages a polite nod of his head before the host completely disappears from sight.
From this close to the stage, he can see the pianist much clearer, and he jerks with a start when he realises who it is. Swaying to the gentle music he's making is Yixing, his classmate from school and - more importantly - his future brother-in-law. He looks paler under the fluorescent glow of the spotlight and Jongdae can see where the older man's sweat is beginning to wash away his light make-up, but the man at the piano is, without a shadow of a doubt, Zhang Yixing.
He doesn't have long to ponder on this revelation, though, because the spotlight dims and he hears shuffling sounds as people move across the darkened stage before him.
When the stage lights turn on again, he can't hold back his gasp of surprise.
There's an angel on stage, dressed in a floaty, shimmery white dress which made her glow all the more under the single beam of light.
An angel. His angel, Zhang Liyin.
She looks nervous, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth, and she spends the first minute or so on stage looking about worriedly, looking for something - someone.
Him. Because when she spots Jongdae, she visibly relaxes, her tense shoulders sagging in relief and her lips pulled into a wide smile.
She steps up to the microphone that's been set up in front of the piano, and the crowd clap, a few people in the back of the bar whooping in support. This draws a soft laugh from her lips and Jongdae melts because he loves this sound, loves her laughs.
"Good evening, everyone," she greets, her soft voice filling the room. "How's everyone doing?" There are a few calls of response from the audience and though the words a bit incoherent to Jongdae, Liyin clearly understood them because she chuckles. "It sounds like you've all had a tough day today, so I'm glad you could join me tonight."
Her eyes flit across to him again before she continues. "Today's an extra special day for me, because in about five minutes on this day seven years ago, I was stopped by a boy I had known for quite a while. He was halfway through his first year at university, and I was halfway through my last, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that he knew that he really liked me, had really liked me for a long time, and that no matter what, he wanted to give us a try. Seven years ago today, my boyfriend asked me out, serenading me in the courtyard between our dormitory blocks.
"And so tonight," she begins then pausing, turning her head so she can hold his gaze, "on the eve of our seventh year anniversary, and also to celebrate a hundred days of our engagement, I'm going to perform a few songs for you, Jongdae, my beloved. This first song is called 'I, I Love You'."
The only person who came to me
There’s no one else who understands me like you
I’ll tell you what I couldn’t before
Words I was hiding for you
I, I love you, I, I love you, I, I love you, You
I, I love you, I, I love you, I love you
Oh yes I really do
--- 'I, I Love You', 에스나
Your turn,
myxstorie! Technically the story ends before the blockquote.
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Jojiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, no. That's....no. Don't. Oh God that was cute.
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ah I especially love the way you described how Liyin relaxes at the sight of Jongdae TuT I am a lover of details and I'm glad you pointed this out because it relieves me of the things I've been suspicious of ahahaha
also i think my blood is getting thick because of too much sugar
*narrows eyes on you because of The Other Zhang*
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