Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🧨Piano Keys🧨 (Changbin)

Context~ Changbin is  playing the piano. THATS LITERALLY IT BRO

genre: fluff
tw:none
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Changbin had always considered the music room his sanctuary. It was a space where he could drown out the noise of the world and lose himself in the beats and melodies that felt like an extension of his soul. That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Changbin sat at the grand piano, fingers dancing over the keys. The soft chords reverberated in the empty room, filling the silence with a soothing lullaby.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear the door open.

"Hey, are you hogging the music room again?"

Changbin froze mid note. He knew that voice all too well. Jisung. Han Jisung, the guy who always seemed to be two steps ahead of him, both in their shared music composition class and in life. He was cocky, charming, and worst of all, talented. Jisung had an ease about him that grated on Changbin's nerves. He never seemed to take anything too seriously, and yet, everything he touched turned to gold.

Changbin turned slowly to find Jisung leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sweet smile plastered on his face. His shaggy brown hair fell lazily over his eyes, and Changbin couldn't help but notice the way the fading light from the window highlighted his features.

"You're not the only one who uses this room, you know," Jisung continued, stepping inside and letting the door swing shut behind him.

Changbin stood up, feeling his irritation rising. He always felt this way around Jisung, like the guy was a constant thorn in his side. "If you want the room so badly, take it. I'm done anyway."

"Come on, I didn't mean to chase you off." Jisung's voice softened slightly, though his smirk remained. "I just wanted to hear what you were working on. It sounded... nice."

Changbin narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge if Jisung was mocking him or not. He wasn't in the mood for games. "Why do you care?"

Jisung shrugged, wandering over to the piano. "I don't. But you've been holed up in here every day for the past week, and I was curious."

Curiosity. That was something Changbin had never understood about Jisung. He was always curious, always poking his nose into other people's business, always pushing buttons just to see how far he could go.

Changbin sighed and stepped away from the piano. "It's not finished," he muttered.

Jisung sat down at the bench, glancing at the sheet music that was scattered across the top of the piano. He tilted his head, his fingers hovering over the keys, but he didn't play. Instead, he looked up at Changbin, his expression turned calm and gentle.

"What's it about?"

Changbin hesitated. He hadn't expected Jisung to actually care, let alone ask. "It's... personal."

Jisung stared up at Changbin after hearing this. "All the best stuff is personal."

Changbin held his gaze, it slightly softened as he could tell Jisung was being genuine. Jisung's big doe eyes starring at Changbin, waiting for him
to explain what the song was about. Changbin chuckled at jisung's impatient expression and sighed, sitting down on the bench next to Jisung.

"It's about feeling stuck," Changbin admitted, his voice quiet. "Like, no matter how hard you try, you're always in the same place. You want to move forward, but something keeps holding you back."

Jisung didn't say anything for a moment, his fingers still hovering over the keys. Then, without a word, he began to play. The notes that filled the room weren't Changbin's, they were Jisung's. But somehow, they fit. The melody was different, more fluid, more... free. Yet, it resonated with the emotions Changbin had been trying to express.

Jisung's eyes flickered up to meet Changbin's, and there was a spark of understanding between them that hadn't existed before.

"You feel stuck?" Jisung asked softly, his fingers still gliding over the keys. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're the one pushing yourself too hard."

Changbin frowned, confused by the comment. "What do you mean?"

Jisung shrugged, still playing. "I mean, you're always here, always working, always trying to perfect something. But maybe the reason you feel stuck is because you're not letting yourself breathe. Music isn't supposed to be a cage, man."

Changbin blinked, taken aback by the words. He had never thought about it that way. For him, music had always been an outlet, but recently it had started to feel more like a burden, like something he had to get right rather than something he wanted to enjoy.

Jisung stopped playing, his finger cupped Changbin's face. Changbin was met with Jisung big, beautiful eyes again. Jisung gave him a warm smile and sighed.

Changbin wasn't sure why, but in that moment, something shifted between them. The tension that had always existed, the rivalry, the competition, it melted away, leaving something new in its place. Something fragile, but real.

Jisung scooted closer to Changbin and shifted his attention back to the keys. "Come on. Play with me."

Changbin hesitated for only a second before agreeing and placing his fingers over Jisung's. Their shoulders brushed, sending a strange warmth through Jisung's chest. He tried to focus on the keys, but it was hard with Changbin so close, his scent, a mix of soap and something uniquely him, filling the air. But Jisung wanted to help Changbin, he could tell Changbin needed this .

They began to play, a simple melody at first, but it quickly grew into something more complex. As they worked together, their hands moving in sync, Changbin felt something he hadn't in a long time. It wasn't just about the music anymore. It was about connection.

Time passed in a blur, and by the time they finished, the sky outside had turned a deep shade of blue. They sat in silence for a moment, the last note lingering in the air.

Jisung let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "That felt... really good, didn't it?"

Changbin chuckled softly, his shoulder bumping against Jisung's. "Yeah. It did."

They stayed like that for a while, neither one willing to break the comfortable silence that had settled between them. Eventually, though, Jisung turned to face Changbin, his expression serious again.

"You're not as bad as I thought, you know," Changbin said, his voice soft but teasing. "Maybe we've both been pushing each other for the wrong reasons."

Jisung couldn't help but smile, a small one, but genuine. "Yeah....Maybe."

There was a pause, and then Changbin did something unexpected. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from Jisung's face, his touch lingering longer than necessary. The room felt impossibly still, the air charged with something Jisung didn't know how to define.

Changbin's hand dropped, and he stood up abruptly, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Well, I should go before someone else accuses me of stealing the music room."

Jisung stood as well, feeling a strange sense of loss as Jisung moved away. "Yeah, I should probably head out too."

They walked to the door together, the silence between them comfortable now, not heavy like before. Just as they were about to part ways, Changbin turned back, his grin mischievous once more.

"Hey, Jisung?"

"Yeah?"

Changbin leaned in closer, his breath warm against Jisung's ear as he whispered, "Next time, don't wait so long to ask me to play with you."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Jisung standing alone in the hallway, his heart racing and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jisung shook his head, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. Changbin was infuriating, unpredictable, and absolutely impossible. But for the first time, Jisung realized he didn't mind.

In fact, he was looking forward to the next time their paths crossed, where their music, and maybe something more, something more than just the piano keys.