#not just his words but his fingerstyle- everything comes together to try and bring these feelings

[goofyjelly]

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🎼 You Are the Music in Me | Chuu

Request: Hi! Can i request a high school!au with loona’s Chuu where she and the reader are in the same music class. Chuu has a crush on the reader, and when they’re paired up for a project they start hanging out after-school etc. (e.g something like Chuu’s web drama: Dating Class)

Plot: Jiwoo has music class with her crush, Reader. The teacher put them paired up in a project and their feelings grow stronger as they spend some time together. 

Words: 3,809

Genre: fluff, high school!au 

Notes: i am in love with it! !aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! enjoy your reading!

Walking down the halls of the school towards the rectangular room hugging her notebook was something Jiwoo was already used to. Her black shoes already knew the path naturally as they hit the smooth beige and somewhat slippery floor. There were few people heading in that direction; most were going on Spanish or Geography classes, and they would be just a little bit late. But Jiwoo knew you would be there.

Her hand reached for the doorknob and she slowly opened the door, realizing that you were already with the teacher, both with your respective guitars. You were very focused and didn't notice Jiwoo's arrival. She closed the door, went to one of the last chairs in the room and sat down, all in a very quiet way so as not to bother you. She knew you were improving a lot on the guitar, every day you arrived early because the teacher knew your potential.

And every day Jiwoo arrived early to be able to see you for a while and, who knows, to talk a little more with you, always using music as an excuse to start it. It was a beautiful day, she realized as she looked out of the room's large window decorated with musical symbols made of cardboard and hand painted in black.

"You are getting better in fingerstyle, Y/N. I am really proud of you, keep practicing.", the teacher said, praising your effort and realizing that you were really dedicated to the lessons.

"Thank you." you said, smiling and getting up to take a seat while the other students arrived.

Everyone sat in different places and you sat next to Jiwoo, turning to her, still smiling and supporting the guitar on the wall behind you.

"Hey, how are you?", you asked. "Writing new songs?" you pointed to her notebook.

Jiwoo gave one of those huge smiles that would even make ice melt. She was genuinely happy that you were talking to her.

"Yes. I'm just having a little trouble finding a melody."

"What are they about? And if you want, we can work on it together."

"They are about-"

"Hello, guys. Can I have your attention?", the teacher asked, interrupting Jiwoo and everyone turned to him, silently. "Great. As you know, I like to propose different activities for you throughout the classes. And, as this class is already fixed, I know I can bring you good tasks, since you are such dedicated students.", some clapped their hands and everyone agreed. "So I had this idea for the end of this semester's project: covers."

Everyone was excited about the professor's idea. That was really cool, wasn't it? Everyone doing covers of different songs, who doesn't like covers?

"So, I'm going to divide you into pairs and one person from each pair will come to my table...", he turned, took a hat. "And will take a paper from inside this hat. Each one contains a different song. There are famous soundtracks, classical music, pop music, etc. I want this duo cover to have your identity, the signature of your art, together. Shall we start? ", he looked across the room and started forming pairs.

You approached Jiwoo, leaning on her table.

"Imagine this: Dowoon and his duo take a paper that has some Whiplash¹ music. It would be great, wouldn't it?", you said, excited.

"It would be awesome. But I'm a little worried, what if the teacher joins two vocalists?"

"Ah, he won't do that.", you said, quietly. "I'm sure he will bring the right people together."

"Y/N.", the teacher said, making you look up. "What do you think about being a Jiwoo duo, since you've been talking since the beginning of class?", your faces flushed. "Okay, one of you come over here, time to find out what song it will be."

You got up, gave Jiwoo an embarrassed smile, and went to your teacher. He held his hat full of small folded papers and all the students in the room were anxious to know which song would be selected.

You put your hand on the bottom of the hat and took what you believed was the last folded paper. You pulled it out and unfolded it. You gave a light laugh, not believing that the teacher selected that song to be part of the project.

"Say the name of the song.", some student said.

"Ahm... You Are the Music in Me, from High School Musical 2."

Some students laughed, others were a little jealous. But that had been unexpected. If the first song selected had been part of a teen musical, many surprises were hidden in that hat. The teacher smiled at you and asked you to sit down.

You went back to your chair and handed the paper to Jiwoo.

"Fortunately my partner has an incredible voice. Ready to perform with me, Jiwoo Montez?"

"Yes, I am, Y/N Bolton!", she replied, excitedly.

But in fact, Jiwoo was in a mix of excitement and nervousness. Having you as a partner for this project could be one of her greatest wishes, but it was also something that made her afraid. What if she screwed it up? What if she ruined the whole project that you seemed so excited to start? Anyway, Jiwoo would do anything to make this duet perfect. She was getting what she wanted: spending more time with you.

While she smiled, hiding her nervousness, her fingers tightened on the sides of the composition book. All of her songs were there. And they were all about you.

"So you're going to sing a High School Musical song, a romantic song, and you are really trying to convince me that this doesn't sound like a cliché musical romance movie?"

Jiwoo sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, all right, Hyejoo! It looks like a musical romance movie cliché."

"I knew it. Come on, look at you, she texted hello and you're already excited."

Jiwoo and Hyejoo, her friend, reached their school lockers with red doors that stood side by side and opened them.

"I like Y/N.", Jiwoo said, taking out her geography book. "You understand what I mean, you're at the theater club because of Chaewon, not because you love acting."

"Hey! Speak louder, I don't think they heard you in Canada yet!", Hyejoo got angry.

"But you understand what I'm saying because you feel the same way. Y/N texting me, being my partner on a project and saying hello to me... this is a lot and... she's so amazing.", Jiwoo closed the locker’s door and was startled.

"Jesus Christ!", Hyejoo almost shouted.

You were leaning against the wall next to her with a smile on your face and holding the books for your next class.

"Good morning!", you said to the two of them and then turned only to Jiwoo. "I found the perfect place to rehearse. Before lunch, I'll pick you up. Class of...", you looked at her book. "Geography. I'll be waiting for you at the door, will you go?"

Jiwoo nodded. You said goodbye and she turned to Hyejoo, her eyes wide with concern.

"Do you think she heard me?"

"It would be surprising if she didn't."

You picked her up at the classroom door and you went to the place that would be great for practicing when you couldn’t do it at home. You learned from another student that, for some bizarre reason, the acoustics were perfect behind the gym's bleachers. When you arrived, you sat down on the floor and started talking.

"We have a month for that. I think it's a good time to develop a good cover.", you said, taking out from your backpack your notebook and a pencil. "Any idea?"

"I was thinking about being a cover more of the voice and guitar type, you know?"

"This is great, very natural and suits us. I think trying to use other instruments would get in the way. And your voice is very good, it will hold everyone's attention.", you praised her.

"Hey, don't say those things.", Jiwoo scolded you, cheeks flushed.

"It's just the truth."

"But you will sing with me, right? It's a duet..."

"Ahm...", you weren't sure about that. "It's just that I don't know if it will sound good..."

"We practice together, I help you, okay?"

You nodded.

Jiwoo was feeling so good, every time she was in your presence it was as if her heart had finally found some peace. For Jiwoo, you were the personification of the most beautiful song.

"What if it was like... fingerstyle?", you suggested.

"It looks great to me. I heard the teacher praising you while playing, I know you got better with it."

You were a little embarrassed but you smiled at her, thanking her. You talked for a little while longer and decided it would be cool to rehearse after school too. The next day would be Saturday so you would go to her house with your guitar and it would be a very productive day for training the song and for you two to get along.

With the end of classes, you decided to take Jiwoo to her house, so you would know where she lived. Luckily, she didn't live very far from you, not even from school, so you could walk and it wouldn't take too long to arrive. When you left her at the door, you said goodbye with a hug.

Jiwoo entered and went straight to her bedroom. She dropped her backpack on the floor and threw herself on the bed, like a girl in love. But that was exactly what she was: a girl in love with you.

She hugged the pillow, remembering the hug that had happened just a few minutes ago and remembered the compliment you gave to her voice. She kept smiling for a long time.

Saturday came and brought an afternoon of clear skies and fresh wind. You texted Jiwoo, telling her you were going to her house, and anxiety took over her heart. Would you like her bedroom? She arranged everything, even though everything had been organized since the previous day. She prepared snacks for you, left the notebook and pencil nearby for you to write down the ideas in case they came up and waited for you.

When the doorbell rang, she practically ran to the door and opened it for you. You came in with your guitar, introduced yourself to her parents and you went up to the room, excited to start rehearsing.

"Being honest, it’s been a long time since I listened to this song, I had to keep listening to remember the lyrics.", you confessed, laughing.

"Me too, it seems that I knew nothing but the chorus."

Jiwoo told you to sit on the bed and you sat down, she sat next to you and you took the guitar, tuning it quickly while she warmed up her voice.

"You have a beautiful voice, Jiwoo. I am delighted every time I hear you."

She smiled at you, melting your heart. And you started to rehearse.

You decided that the song should stay calm until the end, like a ballad, and when you started the first chords, Jiwoo noticed that you were playing in the appropriate tone for her voice. Did you pay so much attention to her or was it simply because she had warmed up in front of you and you noticed it at that moment? Ah, she didn't want to be fantasizing in her head, but it was impossible. She was in love with you.

After a long time rehearsing and adjusting some things, improving a way of playing a chord or another, remembering the lyrics together, you thought it would be cool to take a break.

"Do you want to eat something? An ice cream, cookies, sandwich...", Jiwoo offered, sliding her hands on her jeans, trying not to look so nervous in your presence.

"I think I will accept the ice cream, Jiwoo."

She went to the kitchen and you stayed in her room, you could see how that room had all her energy and personality concentrated so perfectly. There were pictures of her with her friends, pieces of music written on post-its spread over a single wall and you got up so you could read them better. Everything vibrated there, a positive energy that emanated with strength, making you feel good, just as Jiwoo's presence did.

On the desk, there was a picture of her with her parents and also her notebook of compositions. You knew you shouldn't get it without her permission and you didn't. You would wait her to come back. But when she came back, you ended up talking about other things while eating chocolate ice cream and the notebook was still left on her desk.

The weeks passed and the bond between you was growing stronger and stronger. Jiwoo didn't expect you to get so close, but for her it was great and being around you didn't make her as nervous as before. Of course, the butterflies in her stomach weren't silly at all and with every smile you gave in her direction or even the simple fact of calling her by her name woke up those damn butterflies. But the nervousness of being around you, the nervousness that had sometimes prevented her from talking to you about simple things, was gone. And, in its place, there was a feeling of comfort that made everything in your presence better, with the smell and taste of chocolate, and as good as only you could make her feel.

You felt the same. It was good to be with her, even a little addictive. Jiwoo's aura was very good and whenever you met in the halls or had similar classes, you made sure to spend some time talking; sometimes they were even making you get late. But it wasn’t too much, it was good for you and you found yourself thinking about here more and more. And her voice... you were sure that if angels really existed, they would be jealous of Jiwoo's voice.

With so many rehearsals being done almost daily, the harmonization between your voices was perfect. Every detail of this cover was perfectly aligned and you were sure that the A was guaranteed with this project before the summer holidays. You both made a last rehearsal on Wednesday, but it couldn't be at Jiwoo's house because it was her cousin's birthday and she and her parents were going to visit her. So, in order not to be too much work, you went behind the bleachers in the empty gym.

When you sat down and started what would be the last rehearsal before the performance, Jiwoo noticed that she never felt that kind of happiness before. She sang that song with her heart.

"You are the music in me...", she ended the song along with the last chords on your guitar, your fingers over the strings and the satisfied smiles on your faces.

You were looking at each other for a long time and Jiwoo wanted to tell you everything she felt, that seemed the appropriate time to finally talk about what filled her heart.

"Y/N, I...", the unspoken words were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone, a call from her mother, and she answered.

The mother said it was for her to hurry or they would arrive very late at her cousin's house. Jiwoo ended the call and stood up, somewhat frustrated at being interrupted and knowing that now the moment was gone.

"What were you going to say?”, you asked getting up, the guitar in one hand.

"Nothing important. Just that tomorrow we will rock!", she squeaked as she said the last word.

"Yes, we will!", you hugged her.

Jiwoo was afraid that you could feel her heartbeat beating against your chest, it was so strong, and it was due to the hug. She was loving being in your arms and realized that it was lasting longer than a normal hug, but she didn't want to let go. However, she should go, so she slowly released your shoulders.

"Let me know when you get home.", you said, fixing her bangs.

"Oookay!", she said, smiling from ear to ear and waving at you as she left.

You didn't know what was going on, but you felt like your body was screaming with joy. It wasn't just the feeling of being with Jiwoo close to you that made you feel good. Even the simple thought related to her already made you smile. And you knew. You were in love.

The day of the presentation came and everyone in the class went to the auditorium, as usual. The teacher gave the initial considerations and you were sitting in the tenth row, alone. For some reason, Jiwoo hadn't shown up yet and you were worrying because it was a long month of preparation, lots of rehearsals, a lot of closeness and affection. Was she okay?

You were about to take out your cell phone when she sat next to you, a little breathless. She had run over there.

"What happened?", you asked in a whisper as the first pair started to introduce themselves.

"I was doing something.", for the first time you were watching a Jiwoo with a serious face. "I need you to promise me that you'll read this but only after the presentations are over.", she held up folded paper in your direction.

"Okay. What's going on?", you were going to catch the paper but she moved away from you a little.

"Just promise. Please."

"I promise, Jiwoo."

Seeing the sincerity in your look, she handed it to you and you kept it in your jeans’ pocket. You didn't understand what was happening and you knew she didn't want to tell you; whatever it was, it would be on that piece of paper.

When you both were asked to perform, you went on stage to the applause of your classmates, Jiwoo took the microphone and looked at you with a big smile as you took the guitar.

"1, 2, 3 ...", you mumbled while playing the first chords.

All the rehearsals were worth it. You two sang as if you were in Jiwoo's room, as if there was no one else there but you, and looked at each other while you sang. The presentation was perfect and in the end you received applause followed by applause. The teacher praised you so much that you knew that the maximum grade would not be enough for the presentation you had just given. Everyone was delighted, including you two.

When all the presentations were over and the class was over, you turned to Jiwoo but she was already leaving for the next class. You wondered if you had done something wrong but did not find an answer to that question. You remembered the paper in your pocket then picked it up and unfolded it, noticing Jiwoo's beautiful handwriting and her name at the top of it. It was a letter.

What you didn't know is that it was actually a love letter.

"Y / N,

I'm saying this in a letter because I didn't know if I would have enough strength to get dumped right in my face. And I donn't know how your expression is now, but during the time that I'm in love with you, I notice many details on your face and would know if you were disapproving my feelings for you.

So that there are no problems, I wrote this letter.

You may not have noticed, but when I look at you, I smile. When we talk, I feel so nervous that it makes me uneasy. Sometimes, I can't sleep and that is because I think about you a lot. And the way you call my name makes it sound new every time you call me. 

The truth is, I'm in love with you. And I am not sure when it started, but I know it is strong.

I hope I haven't ruined our friendship. I will be very happy if you want to remain my friend. 

:D"

You couldn't help but smile at the letter. Both for knowing that Jiwoo was in love with you, and for the little face she had drawn at the end of it. You folded the letter and put it in your pocket again, took a deep breath and knew that even though you were late for class, you needed to find Jiwoo.

You ran through the halls looking for her but they were already empty, everyone was in class and you should do the same, so you did. You didn't dare to pick up your cell phone since the professor could collect it, but you kept thinking about that letter and what you would like to say to Jiwoo.

Jiwoo was putting the books in the school locker, worried about you showing up, so Hyejoo was watching the place to warn her if you arrived. She just didn't count on her friend being distracted by a conversation with Chaewon, who came by to ask something about the next play.

"Why did you run away from me?"

Jiwoo closed the locker’s door with a surprise and you were there beside her, staring at her, waiting for an answer.

"Oh, no, no, no!", you could see a certain despair in her voice. "Please don't hate me."

"What? Jiwoo, I would never hate you. In fact, I feel the complete opposite of that. I feel the same way as you, Jiwoo. I'm in love with you. I was looking for you to say that, but you ran away from me... "

A slight silence as Jiwoo's beautiful smile appeared on her face.

"Are you serious?", you managed to notice a sparkle in her eyes as she asked.

"Totally. We can be a pair. If you want, of course," you suggested.

"Of course I want to.", she hugged you tight, without worrying about her heartbeats, as yours beat strongly against hers.

You took her home as soon as school ended, hand in hand, and when you arrived at the door, she asked you to wait a moment while she opened her backpack. You watched as she pulled out the notebook full of lyrics that she was composing herself. Jiwoo handed it over to you.

"Take it home. I need your help with some melodies.", the smile she gave and the confidence she had in you were enough to make you feel radiant.

"Wow, that's quite a responsibility. All of your music..."

"Do not worry." she opened the door and went into the house. "It's all about you.", Jiwoo closed the door before you could answer.

You smiled, putting her notebook in your backpack and walking towards your home. You were looking forward to being able to rehearse more songs with her.