Music is What Feelings Sound Like (Thief!AU)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words:1,897
Pairings:HenMin, Yewook
Warnings: Heavily implied.
Disclaimer:LOLNO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Henry falls in love with Sungmin the first time hes sees him, Ryeowook and Jongwoon are very unhelpful, and Hyukjae is a general cockblocker.
A/n: The HenMin for my Thief verse, but with plenty plenty of Yewook, ahaha. dreaminginside.livejournal.com/tag/thief!a
Henry falls in love with Sungmin the first time he sees him.
It isn’t a romantic meeting by any means, and being that Henry is ten thousand percent straight he shouldn’t feel anything for the quick tempered thief, but he does.
Back story may be needed as to why he, the quiet and completely straight musician, meets Sungmin, the short, irritable and undeniably gorgeous thief.
Henry is a musician by trade; having moved to Korea from Canada at the young age of twenty one to make a name for himself, now finds himself in the palace’s service as head musician. He considers himself damn lucky, and is willing to play at all hours of the day for any who ask, even if it’s Princess Jessica at some ungodly hour of the morning.
The Meeting happens on one of those ungodly mornings, when he’s walking up the palace’s entrance and a blur of black hair slams into him. He vaguely notices his violin case flying out of his hands, and dimly thinks that the hard case was a good investment after all. And then he’s being yanked off the ground by a strong hand gripping his shoulders.
He looks and sees the prettiest man he’s ever seen in his life. Silky looking black hair, dark fox like eyes, full lips frowning at him, and those hands patting him down. He stands there like an idiot for a few minutes, rudely staring, before he realizes the other man is speaking to him.
“Well? Did you hit your head or something?” Those fox eyes look him up and down as he shakes his head. “Alright then, have you seen a Kim Ryeowook? He’s been shirking his duties to hang off of his favorite prince again.” Henry briefly remembers the small thief prince that always seems to be wandering the palace as he picks his violin up off the floor.
“I think he was in His Highness Jongwoon’s chambers, but if you don’t mind me saying,” Henry cautiously accepts his sheet music from the shorter man, childishly blushing as their hands brush, “it’s probably not a good idea to bother them, if you, uh, know what I mean.” Henry hoped to god he did, he really didn’t want to have to make an even bigger fool of himself.
The black haired man grunts dismissively, mutters an apology, and stalks into the palace, mumbling something about lazy thieves who don’t know how to keep it in their pants before the doors close behind him.
Henry stares after him with wide eyes for a moment before going into an identity crisis. He was straight until about three minutes prior.
…..
The next time Henry meets him is under much similar circumstances, but with much less damage to his precious violin.
It’s when he’s in the middle of playing ‘The Devil’s Trill’ for Her Highness Jessica, when the man slams the door open and storms in.
In true professionalism Henry only allows one note slip and surprise flit across his face before closing his eyes and continuing.
He hears Jessica greet the thief under the sound of his violin. “Ah, Sungmin,” Sungmin, a name to match the face with. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Henry doesn’t really hear the other man’s answer, Sungmin, he amends in his head, but can only catch Ryeowook’s name and something about an emergency. He merely continues playing until the last of his vibrato is ringing in the room.
When he does open his eyes, it’s to two people staring at him, Sungmin having not yet left, and Jessica’s normal words of high praise.
Henry instead chooses to lock eyes with Sungmin, much more interested in his opinion.
“You play very well….” Sungmin starts before realizing he doesn’t yet know the young musician’s name. Henry hears himself say his own name, never actually breaking contact from those fox like eyes. “Henli? Henry. You should come and play for the thieves some time. But if you’ll excuse me, I have a prince to find, things to steal. A thief’s work is never done.” And then he’s gone, quickly as he came.
Henry blushes as he puts away his violin, cursing his failure of a conversation with the supposed object of his affection.
“I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow Princess? Is there anything specific you would like me to play?” Henry throws the questions over his shoulder, picking up the rest of his music as he heads out.
“No, you don’t have to come tomorrow. You should go play for that thief you have a crush on.” Henry widens his eyes at the princess, and she continues. “Don’t deny it, it’s quite obvious,” She says as his mouth opens, denial on the tip of his tongue. “And play something romantic, Sungmin loves that stuff.”
“If you’ll excuse me Princess,” Henry says lightly, face turning tomato red as he walks out. “That isn’t a very ladylike way of speaking.”
Henry leaves with a blush on his face and plans for the next day. He’s going thief hunting.
………..
Henry shows up every Monday afternoon for the next three weeks in the thieves’ guild. He goes there every week in hopes of catching Sungmin, hoping to catch his attention the same way he caught his, but there’s no sign of him for those weeks.
Not that the thieves that do watch him don’t praise him, it just pales in comparison to the light words given to him by Sungmin.
He has had the pleasure of playing for the thief prince that Sungmin always seems to be looking for, and that always seems to be good when his ego needs smacked on the hand. He shows up more to criticize him on his rather obvious crush on Sungmin more than listen to him play, but his light comments are never discouraging.
When he plays for Prince Jongwoon he is criticized as well, as Ryeowook has obviously spread the news around. As Jongwoon seems to be involved in some strange vendetta with Sungmin, his advice is entirely unhelpful and when recounting his and Ryeowook’s ‘courtship’ Henry snorts to his face. Royalty or not, he has a tendency toward idiocy. When he mentions this to Ryeowook, the thief prince agrees whole heartedly.
It takes a month of showing up at odd times on odd days to finally run into Sungmin. He’s playing Vivaldi’s Summer to the usual crowd when he notices Sungmin storm in the door, only to stop and watch. He continues on as normal, eyes closed as he lets his violin sing, and hopes that Sungmin hears it as well.
He opens his eyes from the last sixteenth note run to applause and Sungmin on the wall. He smiles his normal smile, bows, and begins to pack up his violin.
“I see you took me up on my offer.” Sungmin has since walked over to Henry’s position against the bar. “You really do play well, everyone here enjoys it. I’m sorry I haven’t been around to hear it more.” The words make Henry giggle like a little school girl on the inside, but smacks down the urge to coherently reply.
“Mmmm.” Yes, for mumbling answers will surely make him yours. “If I had known you were going to come this time, I would have played something more romantic, Princess Jessica says you like that kind of thing.” Or be as subtle as an anvil. Henry mentally starts to consider running off a bridge.
Sungmin smiles warmly at him instead. “Is that jealousy I hear Henry?” It is quite possible, Henry muses, as his brain to mouth feature seems to have shattered irreparably. “Yes well, come back to my office next time and you can play something romantic for me there.”
Henry’s brain melts and pours out his ears when Sungmin actually winks at him, and sashays into the back. He stands there for a solid ten minutes before he trusts himself to walk again, and then he’s caught between skipping and sulking back to the palace. He decides on sulking, because he wants to at least let a shred of his dignity remain intact.
…..
Henry is almost one hundred percent sure that Sungmin is screwing with him. Not literally, as that would be great, but in much more of a teasing way, which is not pleasant in the least.
It seems whenever Henry goes to play for the thief, Sungmin is wearing pants that are so tight they look painted on, the shorter man hovers uncomfortably close to him, and says things in much too breathy a voice to be considered decent.
Henry thinks he’s going to go crazy.
He actually manages to make it through five of these torturous visits before snapping completely, in the middle of Sarasate’s Zigeunerweisen when he simply cannot take those dark eyes on him anymore. He calmly packs up his violin, looks up to Sungmin’s questioning glance, and slams him back against the wall.
It’s has no finesse, it’s rough and unexpected and Henry is pretty sure that he just broke his nose smashing it against Sungmin’s but it doesn’t really matter when Sungmin hooks his arm around his neck, muttering finally into his teeth before yanking him back down.
Henry is pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven when Sungmin moans into his mouth, and those hands running up and down his shirt settle on his hips, pulling him closer. He’s about to suggest they go somewhere more bed like or he won’t be responsible for his actions, when Hyukjae walks through the door.
Henry makes a strangled noise as Sungmin pulls away, eyes dark and amused as Henry tries to lean back towards him.
“Hyukjae you’re being a huge cockblock right now. Unless the city is burning or someone is dying you have 10 seconds to leave,” Sungmin cheerily sends to the wide eyed Prince at the door, grabbing Henry’s hand and dragging him down the corridor. “On second thought, just leave.”
“But Jongwoon and Ryeowook told me to get you because they were too-“
“5 seconds Hyukjae!”
Hyukjae sighs and Henry thinks he hears him mutter ‘Why me?’ under his breath, but then the world becomes irrelevant as Sungmin’s lips are back on his and they tumble onto the bed.
……
He spends that night making a completely different kind of music, but no less beautiful than what he plays on his violin.
Though a hell of a lot hotter, he muses, thigh wedged between Sungmin’s as he all but purrs in satisfaction.
The next time he sees Ryeowook, he gets chewed out for interrupting his and Jongwoon’s ‘alone time,’ but it was a good thing that Sungmin finally got laid since he had been extra irritable as of late. And to his cute little ‘Henli’ at that. Henry stammers and blushes his way out of the palace, but Sungmin merely coos at him when he tells him about it.
Sungmin gets revenge for ‘making his chubby cheeked Henry upset’ by bribing Hyukjae into interrupting Jongwoon and Ryeowook during the next few weeks, and flaunts how often he gets some in their faces.
Henry doesn’t really mind the apparent war going on; it doesn’t really matter to him so long as he wakes up every morning to Sungmin’s fox eyes and smile.
Someday, he thinks, he’ll write a song about it.
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Awful ending is kind of awful, but that's okay! ahaha. kudos to anyone who gets the 10000% straight remark : D Thanks again for reading, expect more from this verse still, I'd like to do a Eunhae or Qmi for it, but I've probably jinzed myself now :) Hope you enjoyed~