[leo/ravi] we got the right to anything we want
“Hi there.” Taekwoon says as Wonshik drapes his arms around Taekwoon. He leans back and rests his head on Wonshik’s shoulder. The song playing from the laptop speakers comes to an end, and another one starts. Its sounds like something recorded in someone’s garage. Something very familiar.
“Are you listening to the demos from the anniversary album?” Wonshik asks, his voice accusing. He slides off Taekwoon’s back and pulls a chair next to him instead.
“Well,” Taekwoon starts sheepishly, “They uploaded them on youtube a few hours ago and I was planning on just checking if there are any new ones, I swear, but-”
Wonshik cuts him off with a “Shut up.” and his angry expression lasts a total of ten seconds before he bursts out laughing. “It’s okay, I listened to them as well.”
Taekwoon throws a pen at him. “Very funny, you jerk.” Wonshik makes a face of mock apology and Taekwoon flips him off before he turns back to his laptop. He clicks around for a second, then another demo starts playing. “Listen to this.”
It was the worst thing that I'd ever done / It was a head shot / You know, you gave me the gun
“Emily? Yeah, it’s my favorite too. It sounds so creepy.”
“Exactly,” Taekwoon grins, previous irritation all gone. “I think if we start practicing it soon we can include it in next month’s gig. Or the one after that.”
Taekwoon goes quiet for so long Wonshik gives up on staring at him in favor of stealing his laptop. After a while, Taekwoon speaks again, a lot quieter than before. “Speaking of creepy…” he trails off. Wonshik hums in acknowledgement. He’s scrolling down Lola’s twitter but his free hand is already drumming the beat to Emily on his thigh, like he can’t help himself. “Well,” Taekwoon speaks again, “I kinda wanted to show you something?”
Wonshik immediately closes the twitter tab and turns back to Taekwoon. He’s got Wonshik’s full attention and swallows under his expectant gaze. It had taken him by surprise, initially, the obvious excitement in Wonshik each time Taekwoon felt brave enough to show him a song he’d written. Still, that rarely happened and it never failed to give Taekwoon the worst anxiety even though Wonshik had never been anything but supportive. It should have probably gotten easier with time – it might have, but that did not mean his entire being isn’t currently trembling on the inside.
The fairly notebook he takes out is surprisingly neat considering the times he’d stuffed the thing under any and everything while trying to hide it from his bandmates. Taekwoon flips the pages until he gets to the one he wants, stops the music and offers the notebook to Wonshik with his eyes trained on the floor. Wonshik takes it carefully, like it’s something precious and Taekwoon can feel the blush creeping on his cheeks.
When Wonshik looks up from the text his eyes are shining. “Baby,” he breathes and leaves the notebook on the desk before he slides in Taekwoon’s lap, clasping his hands behind Taekwoon’s neck. “This is so good. Why- When did you write it? It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful and it makes me want to… Maybe we should try playing it? Like, with the band?”
“I just finished it last week” Taekwoon mumbles and proceeds to hide his face in the crook of Wonshik’s neck. “Isn’t it ironic? It was me who insisted for us to be a cover band. And now it will be me who fucks it up.”
“Nobody’s fucking up anything,” Wonshik says as he cards his fingers through Taekwoon’s hair. “And we all agreed, it’s not like you’ve chained us to our instruments. It would be just as easy to agree to do original stuff from time to time. And this song will be so cool, I can write something to add to it and-” When Taekwoon stiffens in his arms, he hurries to add “Not that it’s not good, love, it’s perfect. It inspires me, is what I meant.” When Taekwoon doesn’t react Wonshik kisses the top of his head before he continues, softer “I could add my part and we could make it – a show, something theatrical, we could do it acoustic and I’ll be light and you’ll be dark and we’ll make some sort of a script and we’ll include your piano and- we could be like early Panic! The clubs are already used to us doing weird shit.”
Taekwoon smiles against his neck. “We are not nearly weird enough for early Panic.”
“Okay, maybe not early Panic but… it could be cool anyway, and you know all the others will jump at the opportunity to not dress up for once.”
Taekwoon immediately frowns. “But dressing up is part of theatricality.”
Wonshik grins at him. “I didn’t say we won’t.”