Discovering Love--A Jisol Fic

Harmonizing

Hansol could barely bring himself to move.

"Hi Hansol," Joshua said said in English.

"He-Hey Joshua," Hansol replied. Goddamnit he was still stuttering.

"Joshua was born in Los Angeles, Hansol. Did you know that?" his mom said. He hadn't known it. "He still speaks English fluently."

"I didn't know that," Hansol managed to say without stuttering.

Joshua shrugged. "I guess it never came up."

"Hansol why don't you and Joshua go up to your room while his parents and I talk?" his mom said.

"Sure, come on," Hansol said, still speaking in English.

Joshua followed him to his room. "Should I close the door?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Hansol said, suddenly uncomfortable in his own room. "Sit anywhere you want."

Joshua took a seat on his couch and Hansol sat at his desk.

"Do you produce your own music?" Joshua asked eyeing his computer setup.

"Sometimes, but I'm not that good." He couldn't believe he was having an actual conversation with Joshua Hong. In his room.

"I have a friend that produces music, if you ever need help I could send you his way," Joshua said.

"Thanks."

"So what are you doing for SCA?" Hansol wanted to keep the conversation going, he wanted to hear Joshua talk. His voice was so sweet and melodious.

"I'm doing an original song and playing the guitar," Joshua said. His eyes caught the guitar on the other side of the bed. "You play the guitar too?"

Hansol shrugged. "When I feel like it." He was finding it surprisingly easy to talk to Joshua.

"Will you play something for me?"

Joshua wanted to hear Hansol sing again. He knew the likelihood of Hansol singing in front of him was slim but he couldn't waste an opportunity when it was presented to him.

Hansol didn't answer right away. "I-I guess, but I'm not that good."

He walked around the bed and grabbed the guitar.

"What do you want me to play?"

"Whatever you're most confident in."

Hansol's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Alright." He positioned the guitar comfortably on his lap and held the pick in his fingers. He took a deep breath before strumming the strings.

Joshua found himself swaying along with the music.

It ended all too soon.

"Can you play another one? Please."

The corner of Hansol's mouth quirked up—in a way that was so cute. "Sure."

"Do you sing?"

The smile faded. "N-no I-I can't—don't—sing."

Joshua decided not to push him.

"Why don't you sing?" Hansol asked.

Joshua smiled. "Sure."

"Stitches by Shawn Mendes?"

"Yeah, I love that song."

Hansol set down the pick and began playing with his fingers.