"Whoa." Baekhyun's look of fascination is so genuine that Chanyeol has to laugh. He throws Chanyeol a dirty look. "Shut up, okay. I'm never seen so much fancy equipment before."
They're finally in Chanyeol's apartment after a long day of work and honestly, Chanyeol thought that Baekhyun forgot until he spotted Baekhyun waiting alone for him to lock up. Currently, Baekhyun's still standing at the bedroom door, staring at the multiple monitors set up on his desk, the MIDI keyboard controller he keeps nearby, along with a whole mess of wires and other unnamable tools.
"It's not really fancy." Chanyeol fights his grin. "It's pretty basic studio stuff that I've picked up over the years. The sound quality's not great either, because I haven't fixed the acoustics of the room at all."
Baekhyun nudges him in the side. "You really sound like a professional talking."
"Only because you know less than I do about music production."
"Hey!" Baekhyun says, affronted. "Well," he amends a moment later, "That's true. Why don't you educate me then?"
Chanyeol's in the middle of a long-winded explanation on the different types of mics used in recording and the sound effect each has when he realizes how attentively Baekhyun's listening, leaned forward and catching on to every word. It's almost unbelievable how interested Baekhyun is because let's face it; most people don't enjoy hearing Chanyeol ramble about his love for studio equipment.
Chanyeol stops then. "I don't want to be a bore..." he trails off. "And you didn't come for this anyway," he says. "Want to play some music instead?"
"You're not a bore," Baekhyun argues vehemently with more sincerity than Chanyeol expects. After a pause, he sees that Chanyeol isn't about to resume talking about his microphones. "Alright," he concedes, "Let's play."
As soon as Chanyeol leads them to his living room where various instruments are haphazardly propped up on stands and tabletops, Baekhyun lights up at the sight of his electric keyboard. Chanyeol doesn't know what he expected, honestly, because Baekhyun's hands are really meant for piano.
Baekhyun fits his hands lightly over the black and white keys. His fingers are perfectly poised, flitting across the smooth surface like a figure skater on ice, pulling out a simple yet delicate melody that leaves Chanyeol only slightly mesmerized.
"You know how to play?" Chanyeol asks in mild surprise.
"Only a little." Baekhyun shrugs as he turns to face Chanyeol. "I played for a year or two because my teacher convinced me that girls liked it."
"Right."
"Of course, I dropped the classes after finding out that I'm not interested in girls and it wasn't much use." Baekhyun looks up steadily at Chanyeol for a reaction.
Oh. "That's cool." Chanyeol nods so hard he thinks he could be one of those bobblehead toys that people put in their cars. "That's totally fine." Baekhyun only raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"And it's not that the lessons weren't any use. I mean, I'm interested." Chanyeol nearly trips as he backs up. "Uh-I'm interested in your skills. That's what I meant to say." He laughs nervously.
The hint of a smile begins tugging at Baekhyun's mouth. "Just play guitar for me like you promised," is all he says.
Chanyeol is all too happy to comply.
