☆ im yoona and han sanghyuk | open arms | club octagon
Yoona had been talking about doing a collaboration together for a long time, but things had never really come together. She had been busy, he had been busy, and, to be quite honest, he was just lazy. He liked performing, but he wasn't confident in his singing ability and he knew, compared to Yoona, that he was going to be overshadowed by a long shot. So, he hated to admit it, but he was avoiding it. He would never tell her that, of course. After the crap they had been through in high school, he was constantly trying to make up for that. He would hate to disappoint her.
Sometimes he wondered what the hell he was doing.
It had been a few weeks, now, that he had been taking lessons from Daehyun at Doremi. Improvement must have been happening, because, although Daehyun still had a lot of comments about what could be better, they were slowly becoming less, very slowly. He knew singing wasn't his strong suit. He could do it, he could, but there were times when he was sharp and times when he was flat and times when he just couldn't make his voice go through the runs, but at least there was slight improvement and a better understanding of what he was doing wrong.
She had taken care of, pretty much, everything. Arranging the song, dividing up lyrics, costume, while Hyuk just had to focus on actually sounding impressive. He wasn't horrible by any means, especially not with a bit of help. That didn't mean he was going to stand on that stage without at least a couple of nerves. As he stared out into the crowd in the club, the lights subdued due to the nature of the song that they were about to sing, Hyuk felt, strangely, nothing at all. He wasn't nervous. This was doable.
Lying beside you
Here in the dark
Feeling your heartbeat with mine
Softly you whisper
You’re so sincere
How could our love be so blind
After reading through the lyrics, the meaning of what Yoona hadn't really hit him until they were standing together and singing it, as one unit. This song was supposed to tell their story. Hyuk could see how Yoona could see that. She was always finding meaning in things that he himself always overlooked. He never meant to, but he never read into things in the way that Yoona did. He wondered how she did that, how she could derive purpose from something that seemed so small.
So now I come to you
With open arms
They harmonized quite well. Able to get in some practice with her between their busy days, he knew that they would, but it only really hit him as he stood there beside her. Everyone's eyes were on them but he couldn't see a single one of them. They were faceless, nameless, despite many being people that they knew. He wasn't sure what exactly was going through his mind. It felt oddly blank, nothing but the song filling up the empty walls of his skull.
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
Believe what I say. What a funny line. Hyuk was always asking for people to believe in him, but did he ever truly deserve it? He had lost friends for being a bad image, he had betrayed people and simply pleaded innocence and good intentions. Did he really have any good intentions? He liked to think he did but he liked to think many things and then did the exact opposite.
So here I am
With open arms
He fell silent, staring ahead but not really seeing anything as Yoona began to sing. Her voice was beautiful and he knew that singing wasn't the only thing that she was good at. She truly had the makings of an idol. It was there, on that stage, that he realized that he was only holding her back. She would choose him over pursuing the career that she had dreamed about for years, he didn't have a doubt, and that terrified him. He wasn't worth that.
Living without you
Living alone
This empty house seems so cold
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am
With open arms
Hoping you’ll see
What your love means to me
Open arms
The final chorus. He and Yoona had practiced this part the most. They turned, in unison, towards each other, making it even easier for Hyuk to ignore the people out there, watching and listening to them. He could just feel the love radiating out of her. It was in her eyes, so easy to read, and as her love for him grew, his guilt grew. What could he do to combat this churning, bubbling in his stomach? He loved, he cared about her, and he never wanted to hurt her.
But he was always scared that he would.
She looped her arms around his waist and he threw his over her shoulders, guiding her off stage with him. He didn't want to let her go.
