Body Switch! (khunyoung fanfic)

Our Song

"It's difficult to write the song." This was said knowing the fact that the music class mini concert was supposedly tomorrow. Wooyoung slammed the empty notebook against his face, frusrated. He wasn't good at composing songs. But he knew how to play the piano, at a beginner's level. Nichkhun stared at the empty music sheet before him and tried to recall what else their music teacher had said in class.

"Writing for someone...." He mumbled to himself. An idea was forming in his head, blossoming into a song, but Wooyoung's sudden vent of anger threw him off tangent. "Yah! I almost got something."

"Well, I didn't. So it's not fair that you're going to pass the class and I'm about to fail. Help me out too." He pouted angrily.

"Why should I help you when you don't even bother to try?"

This caused Wooyoung to frown even more. But then a sudden thought changed his frown into a smile. "I won't actually fail, you know. Well, physically speaking. We switched bodies, remember?"

Nichkhun narrowed his eyebrows and glared at the other boy. "What do you mean?"

"If you do well, I'm gonna pass. If you don't help me, you will fail." Wooyoung didn't want to be sinister, but it did feel good to be in control of the situation. He knew Nichkhun was too much of a study freak to fail something. The change of expressions on Nichkhun's face amused him, also admiring the fact that he looked adorable whenever his face frowns. But Nichkhun was obviously and extremely unhappy.

"You're not being fair right now." Nichkhun stated, but the other boy simply stucked out a tongue at him. Rolling his eyes, he got up and decided that if Wooyoung was going to be a pain to his ass, he might as well make it painful for the black-haired boy too. He started scribbling something in his sketchbook, making Wooyoung curious. "What are you writing?" Wooyoung asked, sitting up on his bed.

"Lyrics, my obnoxious buddy. It's for you."

"That was fast. What is it about?" He leaned in forward a little as he asked, and Nichkhun scooted back a bit.

"Me." Nichkhun relied monotonously.

"It's a song about my body?" The idea wasn't too bad. Wooyoung did have a narcistic side to him. Just a little.

"No. It's about my body." The reply made Wooyoung jaw-drop instantaneously. Nichkhun was snickering behind his sketchbook, amused at Wooyoung's reacton. Serves his right, he thought. He would think of the melody for the song as he continued to write.

"THAT'S GAY! OH GOD, EW! Why would I sing about your body?"

"If you want to pass, you would acknowledge me as a composer, even if it meant singing about me. Or unless you want to pick up your sketchbook and start writing your own song."

"Give me a tune and I will write the lyrics myself. Come on, we're supposed to be partners in this." Wooyoung pleaded. "Anyway, I'll make it good so that you'll pass. Just don't let me sing about you."

It disappointed Nichkhun that Wooyoung wouldn't sing a song about him. But then again, it would seem odd in front of the class later. He considered helping the black-haired boy at this, blessing himself for having a talent in composing songs, but he was still upset that no one seemed to be acknowledging him on it yet, especially Wooyoung. After a while, and a promise of a hug from Wooyoung, Nichkhun gave in. They went over to the living room, where Taecyeon's keyboard was kept, and began working on the melody they wanted. Getting the right melody would help to insert the lyrics later as inspiration begins to set in. Nichkhun already had in mind what he would be singing about, but Wooyoung still needed time to figure out his song.

About two hours later, just before the clock striked midnight, they managed to finish their songs. Nichkhun bade goodnight to Taec and Wooyoung, before leaving their dorm to go back to his. He had gotten used to Wooyoung's body by then, so putting on his clothes onto the smaller body didn't take a lot of effort. He just needed to fold his pants a little around the bottom. Hoodies seemed to fit Wooyoung best, probably because of his lean body. He wondered how Wooyoung was coping up on dressing him. Some clothes would have to be tight, but whenever Wooyoung became frustrated about clothes and style, Nichkhun would find the boy in front of his dorm very early in the morning, with a frown on his face.