130606 shimshimtapa EXO Kris,Lay - Call you mine

[SF] Call him mine - KrisLay

            Warning :

The events that occur in the story are only imagination. There was no intention of teasing Chris in any way. Please use a bicycle to listen (Kris sings).

“Why don't you sing the song you wrote? I think it's because it's good.”

"I don't want it." Chris shook his head. Who would be as confident as Yixing? Compose songs and upload them to social networks for people to listen to. Seeing it like this, Wu Yifan wasn't a self-confident person at all.

“So what song are you going to sing? I have to go to that program in two days.” Yixing was referring to a radio program that was hosted by seniors from the camp. The guys already know the schedule. Know the brief script of each program. And this time it was Chris's turn who was asked to show off some of his abilities. What can I do? I have to rap anyway.

"I don't know. What song do you think I should sing?"

“Why do you ask me?”

“So, what song do you want me to sing?” Chris sat on the sofa. He looked at his little younger friend who was rolling around on the ground. Even though we moved dorms, Yixing still complains that it's hot and comes out to lie down often.

“You sing that song.”

“Which song?” That's it. Do you know which song it is?

“What do you like to sing to me?” Thick eyebrows raised high.

“Is that the song? That song only has a bit of rap in it.”

“And what song is the whole song rapping? I also sing on the normal line. All right, I'll play the piano for you. Sing alone so you won't be embarrassed. I practiced for just a moment.”

"Hey, I've never sung like that before."

“You used to sing to me.”

"That's why I sang it to you...alone."

“So you don't want it? If you don't, I won't help you think about it.”

Wu Yifan was just the leader. Just the band leader Didn't have the right to make a sound in front of Zhang Yixing alone.

Slender fingers brushed the black and white keys of the large grand piano in the practice room. The melodious sound of the music sounded unmistakable from the notes written on the five lines placed in front of him.

“Yeah... All my certain people in the place, follow me. Here we go now”

“Wait!” The music stopped. Yixing looked up at the person standing beside him. This sentence isn't in the song lyrics.

"Why"

“Are you going to do it like this?”

“Oh, people have to have style. Yes, but I said it correctly.

Here we go now

It's better if you're the one who talks, so I'll look at it like, oh.”

“Oh!” Has anyone ever told Chris that he doesn't understand much?

Yixing placed his hand on the starting position and played the song's intro again. This is the song that Chris likes to sing to him often.

“Ah,  Kris and Lay in the house.”  

The fingers on the keys didn't stop the movement. Yixing continued playing the melody but out of the corner of his eye glanced at the tall rapper of the group. Chris raised his eyebrows. I told you that people must have style.

“Call me now, call me later or call me whenever..”

"Wait a minute!"

“What?” The voice stopped and he asked, “What else?”

“Up here?” in the rap section in the middle of the song where the music repeats the intro.

“This is the selling point. Well, you have to rap, don't you? Just cut the first part of the song. We don't have a lot of time,” because it's a radio show that goes on with all the members. There is not much time to do each thing. More importantly, if I had him sing a long song alone, I probably wouldn't be able to do it.

“Oh, let's do it again. You go up here.” His little finger pointed at the fifth section of the sheet music.

call you mine

of

Jeff Bernat

We've crashed twice already. Let's go quickly.

“Call me now, call me later or call me whenever,  

call me friend, call me lover or call me whatever.

I’ll call you mine … “    

Kris's deep voice continued to sing without interruption, like slender fingers gliding smoothly on the piano. The familiar English rap accent wasn't the same as the first time I'd heard it. It keeps getting better every time.

Brown eyes pretended to look at the black and white notes that were painted on top of the five lines. He had memorized the notes, although not all of them. But he did that just to avoid the eyes of Chris who was always watching.

The part that doesn't stop breathing for eight or nine beats in a row is still strong. The little man smiled at the black-and-white keyboard in front of him as Chris gasped to get air into his lungs before the next verse. Yixing listened intently to every word. Not just with your ears...but with your heart.

Chris raps the entire length of the four bars from the fifth to the eighth. The rhythm of breathing is good, as has been practiced for many years. Since I was a child with nothing It's like an empty glass waiting for a teacher to fill it with a subject five years ago.

"wait a minute!"

Tung!!! The sound of the sol note resounded throughout the square room even as both small hands lifted off the keys. This time it was a piano player who asked.

"what!?"

“This is not correct.”

“Huh?” Tell me how Wu Yifan became a singer.

“It straddles the rhythm. This is usually one, two, three, four.” A large hand raised his hand and lightly tapped on the piano. Raise your hand and tap again, counting one, two, three, four as your hand hits the cool surface of the piano to make the rhythm.

“But that thing you stopped just now? How did it happen?”

“Where?”

"Exactly 'Dungdungdungdungdung...dungdung'."

“Oh, right here?” Yixing replayed the part that Chris had a problem with. where five notes are pressed within two beats before entering the hook

"Oh, that's right." After finishing the rap part, you have to go up to the hook at the end of room nine to go up to room ten. The beat before that was a blank note. It's not difficult for a main vocalist with a good ear. The timing is precise.

“When I finished rapping, I counted to five or six and it went up, Can I Call..”

“Says it like it's easy.”

“Well, how difficult is it?”

“When it's quiet, it doesn't come up properly. I don't know where to enter.”

It's not difficult...but it's not easy. Often singers get the timing wrong. It's normal, so it takes practice until the timing is accurate. Chris had never sung this song with a piano. To be precise, he almost never sang a simple song. Yixing secretly laughed when Kris sang this song to him for the first time. Chris hasn't always been a good singer like other people. But it was possible to do that much.

Even though it's easy to see how embarrassed he is, he tries his best to act romantic, befitting a type O man.

“You count the beats. When I stopped it was five or six. Two strokes of free time and then it's up."

“I can't count. Come on, change the song.”

"crazy! It's tomorrow. Please look into my eyes."

“Looking.” Sharp eyes stared back. He had been looking. He had been looking for a long time.

“No, I mean when singing I tell the rhythm. As soon as you look me in the eye, you instantly go up. Do you want it? Let's practice together."

Wu Yifan was not a good singer. Not having talent Don't you have confidence in yourself? Don't think that Wu Yifan is handsome and can do anything.

"Mr. Chris...and Mr. Lay.."

paste!

Just one round of applause .. from one person only stopped when Chris saw that no one was applauding with him. On the radio today, Chris was focused on one thing: the song that needed to be sung. I already told you that I'm not a confident person.

Chris felt himself sweating. The big man moved his chair uncomfortably and couldn't stay in place. Look at the faces of the seniors who are talking about him and Yixing who are about to perform this song together. Look at Yixing, look ahead, look at Yixing, laughing along with the others who don't know what they're laughing at. His ears are ringing, his mind is not in his flesh. with oneself If anyone would notice

Chris is extremely flirtatious. When will you hurry up and cry? Hurry and it's over.

The chair was quickly moved back as the seat owner hurriedly stood up. Chris almost jumped and clung to the microphone. Let's just end it. His handsome face turned left and right. Roll up both sleeves. I've done a lot of other things and still haven't woken up like this. Chris wanted to beat himself up to stop. Why is it so yucky?

“Brother..” The person didn't stop moving, turning to follow the call from the person sitting in front of the large piano, looking at the other person with wide eyes.

“You remember where we practiced, right? Okay.” Chris gave a slight nod to the person asking. His loose fist collided with the small fist that was extended towards him. He was ready. How difficult would it be? Yixing was with them all.

Ah..but I forgot to wear headphones.

Having come this far, Chris still hasn't stopped moving around. Unlike Yixing, he sat quietly and comfortably. Still able to chat and play with other people, really cool. The tall figure stopped and took a deep breath. Move your head to the rhythm of counting numbers in Korean of your closest junior.

one

two

three

four

The first note sounded. Because of the song or because of the person playing Kris, I don't know. But Yixing's music is always sweet and captivating.

“Yeah... All my certain people in the place, follow me.”

“...Here we go now ”  

A different frequency sound, yes, we are here, right now.

“Ah,  Kris and Lay in the house.”   

Chris and Lay...

“Call me now, call me later or call me whenever,   

call me friend, call me lover or call me whatever.”    

No matter what status

“I’ll call you mine … “    

We already understand each other.

A deep voice sang along to the melody that was rising for him. The most stressful moment has arrived. Chris turned his head to look at Yixing before it was time to sing the lyrics. Wait for the other person to turn and make eye contact.

Last night during Yixing's practice, he pretended not to look at him several times when he told him to give him a rhythm. He did it, he got the timing just right. Each round of singing, playing piano and practicing together ended beautifully. But this time, Chris wanted Yixing to turn around. It's not a sign of where he should start the song.

But I want you to turn around to know who he intended to sing this song for...

Can I call you my own, and can I call you my lover

Can you say you're mine? Can I call you darling?

Call  you my one and only

Can you say that you are the only one in my heart?

Can I call you my everything, call you my baby

Say you're everything Can you say that you are loved?

You're the only one who runs my world

You are the only one who makes my world go round.

Yixing returned to his seat with a shy smile on his face, embarrassed by the cheers he received. Chris returned to his seat. There was a small smile remaining on his face. I couldn't help but be a little proud of myself for making it so successful.

Chris is not a good singer. I'm not good at dancing. Not confident in myself Being the leader of the group, you still have to ask for opinions from the people beside you when you have to step out of line to say something elegant as a leader. The real Wu Yifan was not as mature as everyone thought. He is younger than Xiumin. Luhan or even a younger Junmyeon.

But one person is always confident in himself, unchanged since the first day we met. Yixing still praises Kris in everything. Keep touching the wide back to let him know there's always someone nearby. Never gone anywhere

If he had to sing a song, Chris already had a song in mind.

A song that belongs to Yixing

”call me friend, call me lover or call me whatever.

“I’ll call you mine … “