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NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A MUSICIAN

SYNOPSIS in which your longtime crush loves his piano more than you . . . but won’t admit that you’re sweeter than any beethoven symphony.

or, headcanons of juhoon and reader as schroeder and lucy!

INFO fluff, peanuts au, biblically accurate schrucy, fem reader, wc 829

NOTES my first attempt at hcs AND gradients! baby is growing up… also my first juhoon work that i love enough to post <3

schroeder juhoon who never takes his fingers off his piano keys when you approach. his practice time was precious, even if he practiced every waking hour of each day.

lucy reader who admired him silently, resting her elbows on the piano and face in her hands. when she was sick of the lack of attention, she resorted to flustering him. “have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

schroeder juhoon who would squeak and fumble around his keys every time you complimented him, hitting a nasty chord. he was great at feigning disinterest any other time you were around, but he was not the strongest soldier when it came to your compliments.

lucy reader who needs his attention at every given moment, though he never really gave it to her. she’d find him practicing diligently and repeat his name like a mantra. “juhoon. hoon? earth to juhoon?”

he didn’t stop playing until she waved her hand in front of his face. “what?” he snapped, slamming his fingers onto piano keys aimlessly.

she gave him the dreamiest look when he finally spoke. “do you love me, juhoon?” she had her signature pout that he hated. not that he hated her face itself; but he hated how it made his heart melt.

schroeder juhoon who was sick of hearing that question and sick of giving the same answer. “i love beethoven.”

she slapped her hand onto the piano, earning a panicked yell from him. “hey! that’s my baby!”

“why do you love a dead guy, when you have a beautiful girl right in front of you!”

he kept his head down to avoid eye contact with her; that was something he could never really do. “beethoven can’t bother me when he’s dead.” he mumbled.

“but don’t you think i’m beautiful?” she frowned, fiddling with the hem of her blue dress.

“i-”

“you hate me!” the stomp of her foot made juhoon flinch. he looked up with a deadpanned expression. something told him that he could say nothing to convince her. so, he simply sighed.

that earned him a death stare from her, and possibly steam coming from her ears. “you’re a real idiot, juhoon. you’ll see what you could’ve had one day!”

he watched her go as she kept spewing frustrated words. something along the lines of, “you could have a wife that makes you tuna casserole every day,” and “i’d bring flowers to every one of your recitals!”

“man…” juhoon huffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

lucy reader who ignored him for the next few days, even when it was time to meet up for baseball. she was still her usual self; bossing everyone around, complaining in right-field, and missing every ball because she was distracted.

schroeder juhoon who squinted through his catcher’s mask to watch her in outfield. that was the best part of being catcher: he got to keep his eyes on her without anyone noticing. he should’ve been relieved that she was ignoring him, but something in him missed her presence. when the short game ended, he approached her once she came infield.

“what do you want?” she crossed her arms, squinting accusingly.

”well, i just…” he paused. every word got caught in his throat, especially since she was standing right in front of him with messy hair and flushed cheeks. her impatient foot-tapping was the only thing that forced the words out. “i do think you’re beautiful.”

the way her entire face seemed to light up made his agony worth it. “oh, juhoon! you really mean it?” she closed the distance, her arms wrapping his torso in a suffocating hug.

“uhm-” he struggled against her, but melted as soon as she started peppering kisses on every inch of his face.

“i knew you loved me!” she squealed in between pecks.

juhoon’s face burned hotter than the sun that beat on them in the middle of the baseball field. but to him, a bit of embarrassment was worth it. maybe he would consider practicing piano a little less.

schroeder juhoon who finally accepted his feelings for her and learned to tolerate her. he didn’t fight the narrative that they were a married couple. he didn’t kick her out when he was practicing; in fact, he let her sit next to him as he played.

lucy reader who was more whipped than before, if possible. she made it a habit to call him “sweetie” (mostly because she enjoyed the violent blush that crept onto his cheeks every time). she learned every possible fact about beethoven and became familiar with his works. juhoon’s favorite part, though, was the good luck kiss she gave him before every baseball game.

schroeder juhoon who got made fun of by his friends for being so head-over-heels for her. when she was around, it was like birds were flying over his head. but honestly, how could the teasing matter when he had the girl of his dreams (and previously his nightmares?)

“Umm… Schroeder doesn’t like Lucy back. 🤓🤓🤓🤓 he thinks she’s annoying. ☝️☝️🤓🤓”

STFU STFU 🤬 🤬🤬🤬🤬STFU STFU STFU 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 I WILL HIT YOU WITH A HAMMER 🔨 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🤬🤬🤬🤬🔨🔨🔨🔨

*insert that one scene from It’s the Small Things, Charlie Brown where Schroeder goes from “fuck that dandelion. I will not hesitate to step on that ugly, disgusting fucker” to “of course, my queen. I will serenade the beautiful flower atop the pitcher’s bound” the moment Lucy said he could play Beethoven for the flower.*

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