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The Violinist
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 14yunjae
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] demonessryu, as always. ^^
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: There’s music that fills his ears.

the violinist cover

There’s music that fills Jung Yunho’s ears.

He first hears it during the last month of winter.

//pan’s labyrinth

In the world that snow is selfishly trying to hold onto, he hears it, echoing through the walls. The crisp sound of a violin, distinct in comparison to the faint piano accompaniment, echoing throughout the school premises.

Jung Yunho is just finishing his cleaning duties in the chess clubroom, when the sound comes.

It is a haunting tune, the music playing. The frigidity of the air makes the music more disturbing and a tinge melancholic.

It first gives Yunho goosebumps to hear this kind of music in the dead of winter. All traces of sunlight lost in the clouds somehow makes it more eerie, especially that he is all alone.

“I wonder who is playing,” The freshman said to himself.

But as the sound continues to play, he doesn’t find it scary anymore.

Yunho doesn’t know why.

Why he stays? Why is he spending his time listening to this music when it is ghostly? He also doesn’t know why he finds it heart-warming and soothing, when it is far away from that. He just wants to.

He sits down on a desk, and closes his eyes. He lets his ears fill with the tune as it plays over and over again. From beginning to end, and another beginning forming, as the unknown music repeats itself.

The sound made mistakes from time to time. “So, not a record then,” He smiles to himself. Yunho lets himself go to the haunting imperfect tune that soothes and warms his heart this dead of winter.

So Jung Yunho stays that day. Until the music stops and all lingering sound from strings being struck with a bow stops flowing in his ears.


The second time Jung Yunho hears it, the air holds the promise of spring.

// ILJIMAE OST - Park hyo shin - Hwa Shin

Jung Yunho is currently in the library, when he hears it. It seems like he has fallen asleep in the midst of his chess research. He was reading books to improve his technique, and was just on his fourth book titled “How to defeat your enemy in ten moves” when the violin music wakes him up from his sleep.

Yunho is still groggy when he opens his eyes, realizing that, yes, he has just been drooling unfortunately on said book. So far, it hasn't got to the part of said ten moves. And he is already halfway through.

It isn't a minute after that, that he realizes what wakes him up, whilst his ears recognize the violin that he heard almost a month ago.

The tune this time is not haunting but still melancholy.

‘Hey, this one sounds familiar. Is it an OST from a drama or movie?’

Yunho can’t remember, not that he ever is the type to ogle on movies, dramas and such. Blame his sister, who would always play the same song over and over again after she has her “I-have-feels-now-that-the drama/movie-is-over” mode.

Sometimes Yunho can clearly hear her sob and say, “Otokhe… Otokhe… What will I do with my life now?!”

“Why don’t you try not playing that song over and over again?” Yunho shouts from his room. Seriously the walls are not thick enough.

“Shut up oppa, you just don’t know emotions. YOU CHESS FREAK!”

“What was that?!”

The sound this time is much more refined. No off-key notes and no hurried ones, either. Less mistakes, simply put. The mysterious violinist is becoming better.

‘I wonder if the violinist could also make violin versions of his favourite songs, too?’ Yunho thinks while smiling to himself.

So that’s how Yunho spends his last few hours at the library -- reading the rest of his chess books and listening to the violin.

And if someone were to ask Yunho what he learned from those books?

Not a single thing.


The third time he hears the violin, summer is just around the corner.

The semester is coming to its end, and yet Yunho still has a lot of requirements to pass. The main thorn right now, his Art class project.

Yunho’s batch just has to be unlucky. Having an eccentric new art teacher does not help his already non-existent talent at it, it only makes it worse. Said art teacher, who has an affinity for pottery, viciously decides that their class should do clay sculptures rather than the usual watercolour painting LIKE ALL NORMAL STUDENTS DID IN THEIR FRESHMAN YEARS!

“Watercolour painting is boring, dull. Always two dimensional. Art should be exciting!!!” His teacher’s voice echoes in his ears.

And that is how Yunho is stuck in the school art room, attempting to make his clay sculpture masterpiece.

“Or disaster more likely!” His best friend Changmin said to Yunho.

“Shut up Shim! Just because you’re a genius at everything, doesn’t mean you can flaunt it in my face.” Yunho replies, annoyed at his best friend’s indifference.

“I can’t help that I’m programmed that way,” Changmin said, his snarky attitude overpowering his smugness. “And who knows, if you stay behind again, you might hear your ghost violinist.”

“The violinist is not a ghost, Changmin.”

“Have you ever seen him?”

“No. It’s not like I ever looked for him. And he is not a ghost, okay? The first time I heard him, his mistakes were inconsistent, nothing that would suggest a practiced melody of a ghost.”

“Maybe he’s an inconsistent ghost violinist.”

“Not a ghost!”

“If you say so...” The singsong reply of his best friend, before continuing, “I would like to accompany you but I have English lessons at home. And the tutor is not too happy I skipped the last session.”

“Fine. Leave.”

“Ok,” Changmin made his way to the door and stopped, turning around and said, “Enjoy your date with your violinist!!” before finally exiting the room.

“Haha. Funny!!”

‘I need inspiration.’

The perfectionist in him will not allow him to pass a measly sculpture for his art class. So it is 27 minutes into wallowing in his self-pity and his innate no-talent at sculpting with clay, when it comes.

//down by the sally gardens. let's pretend all parts are played by a violin. ^^

This time, the music is springy in its feel. A very much foreign sound during the beginning of summer. Very out of place. But if one thing that Yunho has learned in the music the violinist played, it is never to conform to the norms.

So if by all means, the violinist wants to play a springy violin piece, then so be it. The violinist’s will shall be done.

The particular piece the violinist is playing right now, makes Yunho think of the movie he just watched on DVD. The music reminds Yunho of it. He imagines the simple life there, just like what he saw in the movie. The people, the houses, and the meadows, green and endlessly rolling, it all floats in his mind as he closes his eyes. All on ears, with the calming music.

Before Yunho knows what he is doing, his fingers begins to move according to the music, as his foot pedals, spinning the table faster, making the wet clay dance in front of him. His fingers have apparently decided to make a traditional teacup, nothing too hard for the talentless wannabe potter.

‘Clay sculpture be damned, he is going to make a traditional Korean teacup.’

Yunho allows the music to guide him as he makes his teacup, a sense of calmness now instilled. The table then begins to spin slowly as he now adds his final touches to it. A good few minutes after, the table stops spinning, satisfaction etching on the chess player’s lips.

Yunho then sits by the window, waiting for his teacup to be done firing, as the music echoes in between his ears. The scenery in front of him magically transforming into endless rows of hills, as the soft crackle of the kiln disappears into the background.

Yunho is in another world now. A world where he and only the violinist exists.


The fourth time he hears the violin, autumn is falling.

It is nearing the end of the fall semester when Yunho hears the violin once again.

There is a music festival in school, all year levels are allowed to compete. Solo or group performance, there is no limit.

Yunho is here to support his best friend who is joining the contest as well, singing solo to one of his favourite songs.

It is two contestants after Changmin, when he sees a group of people climb the stage. One is bringing a laptop, another with a speaker. Two persons are bringing a set of Modeum-buk, another two bringing in a humongous Daebuk placed exactly behind the modeum-buk, enclosing a smiling student with drum sticks on hand. Then a student with a violin is standing on the far end of the stage, raven haired and all shy.

All but three of those people got off the stage, before a silence took over. The emcee announced the group as JaeYooJun, a bunch of sophomore students apparently.


It was the violinist that starts first, cutting off the silence in the air. It is fast, intense and is over just as he started. The drum player then takes over, the sticks hitting the modeum-buk, with the same intensity as the violin.

When his drum part is over, the violin answers. Growing more intense by the minute, as hits of the Dae-buk resounds in the background.

As the violin part ends once again, the drum player is then joined by the student in front of the laptop. Taking charge of the sounds, the instruments can’t produce. Albeit digital, it almost sounds like the real thing, as train signal noises and cymbals come out of the speakers connected to the laptop. Halfway through the drum part, the drum player changes from the modeum-buk to the Dae-buk, the sounds resounding throughout the audience’s hearts.

The violin gets its say once again, fingers dancing in the fingerboard, changing positions at the speed of light, the bow transferring from one string to another. It all seems too fast to Yunho’s eyes, but his ears catch every sound it makes.

Then the drum player and the digital player join the violinist, as the climax of the song nears. It is like an explosion, but harmonious nonetheless. The traditional drums, the violin, and the digital sounds. A mixture of three different generations of music but somehow fitting in with each other. It is perfect, the performance is perfect.

As the song ended, it is then that it strikes Yunho.

It is him.

The mysterious violinist all this time. From an imperfect, haunting tune of months ago, now he plays a fast exciting tune that got Yunho’s heart beating erratically.

‘He’s become so good.’

And Yunho feels proud.


“Hey Yunho… what are you doing here backstage?” Changmin asks, spotting his best friend.

It was plain instinct. Instinct that led Jung Yunho backstage. Right after the violinist’s performance. Right here, where he hopes he will meet him.

“Did you see him?” Yunho searches the area, looking for the raven-haired violinist.

“Who?” Changmin says, looking as well.

“The violinist. It’s him, Changmin! It’s the violinist I’ve been hearing this whole year,” Yunho says enthusiastically, having spotted him, points to his direction, “There, right over there.”

“Really? Are you sure it’s not just your imagination?” Changmin says, peeking also in the same direction.

“I’m sure. I just know it’s him,” Yunho smiles, his eyes focusing on the one man holding onto a violin, while hanging out with his co-performers. ‘His friends, perhaps?’

“Well, do you plan to talk to him then?”


“You came all the way backstage Yunho, you must do something.”

“What would I say? Hello, I’ve been listening to you play the violin the whole year and I think you’re good?” Yunho replies, more like talking to himself though.

“Oh for God’s sake!” Changmin gets annoyed and drags Yunho, by his collar. Before finally pushing him right in front of the violinist and his friends.

“Hello. I’m Shim Changmin. And this is Jung Yunho. He has been going home late ever since he listened to you playing your violin, hoping he could get to hear it. He’s practically fawning, every time he talks about you and your music. So please spare me the drama and go out with him already.” Changmin said, facing the raven-haired violinist without giving Yunho any chance to react.

“Changmin… what are you doing?” Yunho said, embarrassed at being introduced like that.

“Really? Coz Jaejoong over here drags us to every chess tournament, fawning about him too. He even has a nickname for your friend,” A boy with drum sticks and cherub smile says, then turning to his friend, continues, “What is it Yoochun-ah? Do you remember? ”

“Junsu…” Was all the word the violinist ever gets out before pinching Junsu’s side.

“Chess piece, Junsu. The nickname is Chess piece.” Yoochun says, though all this time his eyes never left Yunho. “So… Yunho was it?”

“Ummm. Jung Yunho, it’s nice to meet you.” Yunho said, offering his hand to Yoochun.

“Park Yoochun,” taking up the offered hand, before continuing, “and this drum player over here is Kim Junsu. And the violinist of your eyes, or ears to be specific is Kim Jaejoong.” Yoochun says, raking his eyes over Yunho from head to toe. “So, I would like to stay, but sadly, Junsu and I have somewhere to go. Would you like to come along, Changmin-sshi?”

“Sure. Lead the way.”

After Yunho’s so-called best friend left him together with the violinist’s friends, the ignored tension from the beginning of the meeting grows tenfold.

“Umm. I’m Jung Yunho.”

“Kim. Kim Jaejoong. Do you really like my violin playing?” Jaejoong’s soft voice reverberates Yunho’s ears.

“Yeah.” Yunho sheepishly says, his left hand rubbing the back of his head. “Uhmm. Did you really go to all those chess tournaments?” The words for me remain unsaid.


Silence, and awkwardness ensues. For a long time, someone’s performance on the stage functions as their background music.

“Would you like to get some coffee some time?”
“Do you want to go for coffee?”

The violinist and the chess player say at the same time. Then as sudden, both laugh too.


“With pleasure.


Music fills his ears.

But this time, it’s no longer a distant sound echoing through the school walls. It’s here, the violinist, his Jaejoong, just across the room. The notes just an arm-stretch away.

This fic is dedicated to my violin. Lolz.. just kidding. ^^


Wifey, let’s have dinner. ^^

And let us pretend that those Korean drums are the ones used in the song SENNA. AHAHAHAHA


here's the finished product of Yunho's teacup

Yunho's teacup
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