#cwc15

“No. I don’t want to do it.”

You could hear the pout in your voice as you cringed inwardly at your reaction. You were pulling out all the stops this time, knowing that Sehun had a soft spot for your cute ways.

“Babe, it’s just for me. No one will ever know. Please?”

Sehun moved towards you then, his hands reaching out to grab at your shirt, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you affectionately. His lips finding the skin on the back of your neck as he left soft kisses there a moment later. He was playing dirty too.

You sighed into the feeling, relishing the way his mouth moved against you, distracting you from your task at hand. Shaking yourself out of the reverie you moved away from his touch, turning to face him with a scowl on your face.

“That was unfair.” You pointed a finger at him accusingly.

Sehun just smiled playfully, knowing full well that his tactic almost worked, yet enjoyed the fight you put up even though he knew your determination had faltered.

“Whatever do you mean? If you just take your turn, then we can all have what we want. Hmm?” he wriggled his eyebrows teasingly as he moved towards you, closing the gap between you again as he pushed you back against the couch, his body ever so slightly above yours.

He had taken the breath out of you, your cheeks suddenly feeling hot as one hand rested against your cheek, the other running little circles along your midriff that was now peeking through as your shirt shifted up slightly.

“Why do you always do this?” You asked, your eyes closed as you concentrated on his touch once more.

“Why do you always protest too much?” He countered mumbling against your skin as his lips made their way down your neck teasingly.

You sighed. Resigning to the fact that there was now no way for you to fight against him anymore. You would finally give in and take your turn. He always had this affect on you and you despised and loved it in equal measure.

“Oppa.”

You said it so quickly that some part of you thought he hadn’t heard you at first, yet Sehun stilled instantly, causing you to open your eyes. He was looking straight at you, his brown eyes showing a sign of something you hadn’t seen before.

“Sehun, are you okay?”

“Wahh, my heart. See it wasn’t so hard was it?” he announced dramatically, his hands leaving you and stopping over his heart as his smile grew even wider. You rolled your eyes, pushing him playfully as you tried to move from under him.

Junhee took the mic out of your hand and went up to enter his first song into the machine. He was there for every heartache you went through and he was tired of seeing you get hurt. It was time for him to stop being a coward and tell you what he was keeping to himself...through song.

There was a hidden reason why it’s always Junhee you always called on during this time. Not only was he your best friend for as long as you can remember, but his voice fixed you completely. If singing was you emotionally picking up the pieces, Junhee singing was the emotional adhesive you needed to bind it back together again.

So after you finished wiping the rest of your tears and took a sip of your beer, you sat down on the couch and closed your eyes waiting for Junhee’s opening song. He also had his go to playlist he went through. Usually they were the uptempo songs to get you smiling. But as you listened to his first line, you recognized it wasn’t that. He was changing it up. So you opened your eyes and looked at the lyrics on the screen. A love song...and not even the sad breakup ones, it was one talking of being in love and falling in love and you felt the tears welling up again. It didn’t help that he sounded so beautiful as he sang. You were still waiting for the adhesive to dry, but the lyrics of the song weren’t helping much, reminding you of what you had just lost.

Junhee continued love song after love song, singing his heart. It wasn’t until his final song that you realized it. He was singing just that...his heart.

He finally turned to look at you and your eyes met as he sang, “I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what I've broken.” He had walked over to you and took your hand in his. “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.”

You felt flattered and humbled and so amazingly clueless for not realizing before. Maybe there was a reason why Junhee was always the one to help fix you.

“Your turn,” he repeated to you as he handed you the mic. You knew in between the lines of that sentence, he wanted to know if you had an answer.

You took the mic and entered in a song that hopefully he would understand. “Before I met you, I never felt good enough,” you sang knowing this song was very fitting for what was happening right now. “Now I'm skeptical of love.”

Your song continued and you looked at Junhee to gauge his reaction to it. Once you reached the end of the song, you went to sit closely next to him. “Momma said there'd be boys like you...too good to be true, doing what you do, best,” you sang and then intertwined your fingers with his, “Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies, but for you, for you, for you I'll take that risk.”

You put the mic down on your lap and rested your head on his shoulder. Junhee smiled at your answer and appreciated that you had now trusted him with his heart after your response. He gave the top of your head a kiss before affectionately placing his head on top of yours.

“Is it my turn now?” he asked.

“Shall we try a duet?” you suggested. Junhee smiled as he agreed, hoping this is just the first of many duets you will be singing together.

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Karaoke Songs referenced in the story:

Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

You Are The Reason - Calum Scott