Hongdae at half past nine on Saturday night was still bustling with crowds, bathed in the blaze of neon lights. Jinyoung quickened his pace, wanting to escape the ocean of people and the cold autumn as fast as possible to the safe haven of his quiet and warm apartment. He always hated noisy spaces, so he tried to stay away from crowded street as much as possible. However, Hongdae was more bearable than any other crowded street. It was because in the midst of the noise of chatterings and cheerings, there was music.
Every steps he took, there would always be music, whether it was jazz, pop, hip hop, electronic, you named it. Some played instruments, some danced, some mimed. Whenever the sound of one performance faded out, another would replace it. No matter how much Jinyoung wanted to escape the mass of people pouring over the street, he would always found himself stopping for a song or two whenever there was any performance that caught his interest. Just like that night.
Jinyoung's feet refused to move any further when they stepped into a flock of people surrounding a duo consisted of a boy and a girl. Their voices complemented each other beautifully. The girl's voice was as clear as crystal, cleansing the tired minds from their haziness, and he swore he could hear honey dripping from the boy's, melting the eardrums of his listener, accompanied with engaging melodies that was born through the girl's skilled fingers running across the tuts of her keyboard. However, there was something else from their performance that made him couldn't look away.
It was the boy. He was dancing along to the 70s r&b soul song they sung, expressing the song through his body. It was the first time Jinyoung saw something like that. His moves was sharp, full of force, yet it flowed smoothly and Jinyoung could see grace embracing the tip of his fingers. He was using headset microphone so it didn't hinder his move. It was amazing how he could still sing stably while dancing like that. His face was filled with many different emotions which changed as he danced, reflecting the feelings the lyrics contained. It was just like a one-man musical with only the street lamps as the lighting and the street as the stage. The boy himself, though not the most handsome Jinyoung had ever seen, he could say that at the moment the dancing singer was the most attractive person he ever met with the amount of charisma he exuded with every motion swiftly flowed through his body, captivating the eyes of all the audience.
Our time, short and precious
Your lips, warm and luscious
You don't have to wear false charms
'Cause when I wrap you in my hungry arms
Be real black for me
Be real black for me
Your hair, soft and crinkly
Your body, strong and stately
You don't have to search and roam
'Cause I got your love at home
Be real black for me
Be real black for me
In my head I'm only half together
If I lose you, I'll be ruined forever
Darling, take my hand and hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
You know how much I need you
To have you, really feel you
You don't have to change a thing
No one knows the love you bring
Be real black for me
Be real black for me
The crowd applauded and cheered as soon as the song ended. The boy, though sweating profusely in the middle of the autumn, didn't seem out of breath as he smiled brightly and bowed to the audience with the girl.
"Do you like our performance?" he asked, which was answered with an ear-bursting yes.
"Unfortunately, that's our last song for the night," he said, and his smile widened as the audience cried out in disappointment.
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Paint Me A Rainbow (JJ Project)
FanfictionJinyoung was a white canvas. It was empty, monotonous, and lonely. Nothing could make him see the beauty of colors. He was born that way, and he would forever be. Or so he thought, until Jaebum came into his life and painted a rainbow with his color...
