[2PM Fic] I'll Be Back -- Nichkhun x Wooyoung
I haven't written much in some time so please be gentle with me. ^^;
Warning: Angst. Fighting.
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It was cold today. Frigid, even. Wooyoung hated the cold. On top of that, it had started to rain. Just a drizzle. However, it was still enough to piss him off. But he needed to get out of the dorm, even if just for a few minutes. Maybe it was better that the weather was cold because he was raging inside. Everyone was so happy, getting solo modeling endorsements, features in other artist’s songs, acting gigs; getting nods for their talent and hard work. Why was it so much easier for them? Oh that’s right, because they were sexy beast Taecyeon, charming prince Nichkhun, adorable magnaes Chansung and Junho, or stylish lead vocal Junsu. And what was he? He was the fucking comic relief; The MC and narrator for every other idol’s epic adventures. Wooyoung fumed and turned a corner, half unsure and half uncaring what the street sign read. He didn’t bother to look up from the ground to read it.
He felt so invisible. He wasn’t the tallest, or the shortest. He wasn’t the best or worst singer, or dancer for that matter. For him to get a job outside of 2PM activities he had to practically beg PD hyungs. He knew he should be grateful for the success of the group. And most days he was. But today had been rough. Leaving their performance the night before a girl had yelled that she wished he had left instead of Jay. Wooyoung had tried to “Just shake it off” like his manager had told him to. But it was eating at him all night and now today too. The photographer earlier had asked for him to have a manly, angry look which came all too easy for him. But the shoot wasn’t a release. Fuck. This walk wasn’t even helping him very much. It just gave him time to let all of his negative thoughts come running to the surface.
“Oi!” Wooyoung heard a voice he recognized call behind him and spun around to see Nichkhun as he jogged toward him. And to be honest, he really didn’t feel like looking at his perfect fucking face right now. “Where are you going?” Nichkhun’s voice was high with confusion. He looked around the dim alley way and then back to Wooyoung.
“I really need to be alone right now, Nichkhun. Sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, but I need to clear my head.” It wasn’t Nichkhun’s fault he was perfect. Wooyoung looked up at his dorm mate from under his brows; shaggy bangs partially obscured his view over one eye. He wasn’t even able to try to feign a smile. In fact, if Nichkhun tried to hug him or touch him right now he just might lose it. He wanted to punch something, or cry, or both. Wooyoung felt ugly, bitter, jealous, and hurt. He needed a release. And Nichkhun’s wide eyed, milky white, smooth skinned face was just making him rage even harder. “Please. I’ll be back… later.”
He turned on his heel and resumed walking down the path. Now even more jealous of Nichkhun and how all he had to do was wink and girls fawned all over him. He didn’t even have to speak and girls threw their panties at him. And Wooyoung hadn’t even gotten his first proper kiss yet! It would have been nice to know that even just one person wanted him. Hell. Just to know someone genuinely cared more than someone he had a business relationship with would give him some peace. Technically his first ‘kiss’ had been Nichkhun too, of all people, through a piece of parchment. Even then, he thought it was just his friend taking pity on him with a gag. And the girls. Oh, the comments. ‘You’re so lucky you got to kiss Khunnie~!!!” It made him sick to his stomach. His crowning achievement with the fans had been getting to kiss their beloved Thai prince. Maybe if it were a real kiss. Wait. What was this thinking? Wooyoung shook off the thought and felt his hands ball into fists. He felt like he really was starting to lose it. His chest heaved a deep breath.
Then, it was split second; Wooyoung didn’t even realize what was happening. Nichkhun had grabbed his shoulder from behind and without a thought Wooyoung twisted around fist first. He planted his knuckles right into one of Nichkhun’s world famous eyebrows and split it. Almost instantly Nichkhun was stumbling to the ground covering his face.
“Oh my God. Khun. Khun. Shit. I’m so sorry!” Wooyoung could only stand there in shock of what had just happened. “I tried to tell you…” his voice trailed off feebly. And the tears started burning his eyes.
Wooyoung covered his own face in disbelief. But in a flash he felt as if a battering ram knocked him straight to the ground, and took all the wind from him. When he uncovered his face Nichkhun was straddled over him, punching him in the face, chest, and arms. Wooyoung yelped and desperately tried to cover himself.
“Asshole! You bastard!” Nichkhun yelled before he finally grabbed Wooyoung by his collar and pulled him nose to nose, “I came here to be your friend and talk whatever this shit is, that’s eating you alive, out.” Both men’s chests heaved great heavy adrenaline rushed breaths. Wooyoung waited a moment before opening his eyes to see Nichkhun’s normally angelic face now contorted in anger and dripping blood from his eyebrow.
“You’re bleeding, Khun.” Wooyoung let his eyes trail up to the wound he had inflicted and felt his heart sink. He’d made his bad day so much worse. He wanted to crawl in a hole in die there. That was until something else he didn’t expect to happen, did. He felt warm lips press against his. The sting let him know his own lip had been cut open at some point, but he didn’t dare pull away. What was this? A cruel joke? Wooyoung let out a small whimper when Nichkhun released him.
“I was also hoping we could talk about that since I finally had you away from everyone.” Nichkhun admitted, with his voice still not fully void of his frustration. Wooyoung felt the last of his strength drain away and he fell back on the pavement with a thud.
“Nichkhun, can you please tell me, what is my life? I really don’t know what to do with myself.” Wooyoung finally spoke honestly. He sighed and let his hand fall onto Nichkhun’s knee, as he hoped the other wasn’t keen on the idea of standing up just yet. The fight and the kiss had left him defenseless and now he felt like Nichkhun couldn’t be close enough.
“Are you serious?” Nichkhun half snorted, half laughed. “What is with you lately? You’ve been this moping mess. Are you having an early mid-life crisis?” But Nichkhun knew Wooyoung was dead serious and seeing his friend like this worried him. “You’re my best friend. You’re the unexpected threat no one, not even me, sees coming.” He laughed again, this time a partial smile played across his lips. “And you’re the funniest person I know.” Nichkhun began to sit upright and get his feet under him when Wooyoung grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to the ground to kiss him one more time.
“Thank you.” Wooyoung said, as a lone tear streaked down the side of his face. And when Nichkhun stood up he felt like that wasn’t the only weight lifted from his chest.
“Has anyone told you that you think too much?” Nichkhun grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and helped him stand.
“It’s just that you’re all so much better looking and better at every-“
“No. Don’t even, Wooyoung. Is that it? You think you’re the weak link?” Nichkhun hadn’t let go of Wooyoung’s hand yet.
“Yes.” Wooyoung said, frankly. But he couldn’t look Nichkhun in the eye.
“You shouldn’t even be thinking like this. You’re completely irreplaceable. You have to know deep down that it wouldn’t be 2PM without you, right?” Nichkhun squeezed his hand tighter. “Let’s just go back and relax. Have a beer. I’m sure the other guys will tell you exactly the same thing I am. You know, minus the whole bipolar beating you up then kissing you bit.”
“But I kind of needed that bit.” Wooyoung felt a smile start to creep across his face. And Nichkhun smiled back.
"I can't wait to see how we're going to explain this one."
Warning: Angst. Fighting.
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It was cold today. Frigid, even. Wooyoung hated the cold. On top of that, it had started to rain. Just a drizzle. However, it was still enough to piss him off. But he needed to get out of the dorm, even if just for a few minutes. Maybe it was better that the weather was cold because he was raging inside. Everyone was so happy, getting solo modeling endorsements, features in other artist’s songs, acting gigs; getting nods for their talent and hard work. Why was it so much easier for them? Oh that’s right, because they were sexy beast Taecyeon, charming prince Nichkhun, adorable magnaes Chansung and Junho, or stylish lead vocal Junsu. And what was he? He was the fucking comic relief; The MC and narrator for every other idol’s epic adventures. Wooyoung fumed and turned a corner, half unsure and half uncaring what the street sign read. He didn’t bother to look up from the ground to read it.
He felt so invisible. He wasn’t the tallest, or the shortest. He wasn’t the best or worst singer, or dancer for that matter. For him to get a job outside of 2PM activities he had to practically beg PD hyungs. He knew he should be grateful for the success of the group. And most days he was. But today had been rough. Leaving their performance the night before a girl had yelled that she wished he had left instead of Jay. Wooyoung had tried to “Just shake it off” like his manager had told him to. But it was eating at him all night and now today too. The photographer earlier had asked for him to have a manly, angry look which came all too easy for him. But the shoot wasn’t a release. Fuck. This walk wasn’t even helping him very much. It just gave him time to let all of his negative thoughts come running to the surface.
“Oi!” Wooyoung heard a voice he recognized call behind him and spun around to see Nichkhun as he jogged toward him. And to be honest, he really didn’t feel like looking at his perfect fucking face right now. “Where are you going?” Nichkhun’s voice was high with confusion. He looked around the dim alley way and then back to Wooyoung.
“I really need to be alone right now, Nichkhun. Sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, but I need to clear my head.” It wasn’t Nichkhun’s fault he was perfect. Wooyoung looked up at his dorm mate from under his brows; shaggy bangs partially obscured his view over one eye. He wasn’t even able to try to feign a smile. In fact, if Nichkhun tried to hug him or touch him right now he just might lose it. He wanted to punch something, or cry, or both. Wooyoung felt ugly, bitter, jealous, and hurt. He needed a release. And Nichkhun’s wide eyed, milky white, smooth skinned face was just making him rage even harder. “Please. I’ll be back… later.”
He turned on his heel and resumed walking down the path. Now even more jealous of Nichkhun and how all he had to do was wink and girls fawned all over him. He didn’t even have to speak and girls threw their panties at him. And Wooyoung hadn’t even gotten his first proper kiss yet! It would have been nice to know that even just one person wanted him. Hell. Just to know someone genuinely cared more than someone he had a business relationship with would give him some peace. Technically his first ‘kiss’ had been Nichkhun too, of all people, through a piece of parchment. Even then, he thought it was just his friend taking pity on him with a gag. And the girls. Oh, the comments. ‘You’re so lucky you got to kiss Khunnie~!!!” It made him sick to his stomach. His crowning achievement with the fans had been getting to kiss their beloved Thai prince. Maybe if it were a real kiss. Wait. What was this thinking? Wooyoung shook off the thought and felt his hands ball into fists. He felt like he really was starting to lose it. His chest heaved a deep breath.
Then, it was split second; Wooyoung didn’t even realize what was happening. Nichkhun had grabbed his shoulder from behind and without a thought Wooyoung twisted around fist first. He planted his knuckles right into one of Nichkhun’s world famous eyebrows and split it. Almost instantly Nichkhun was stumbling to the ground covering his face.
“Oh my God. Khun. Khun. Shit. I’m so sorry!” Wooyoung could only stand there in shock of what had just happened. “I tried to tell you…” his voice trailed off feebly. And the tears started burning his eyes.
Wooyoung covered his own face in disbelief. But in a flash he felt as if a battering ram knocked him straight to the ground, and took all the wind from him. When he uncovered his face Nichkhun was straddled over him, punching him in the face, chest, and arms. Wooyoung yelped and desperately tried to cover himself.
“Asshole! You bastard!” Nichkhun yelled before he finally grabbed Wooyoung by his collar and pulled him nose to nose, “I came here to be your friend and talk whatever this shit is, that’s eating you alive, out.” Both men’s chests heaved great heavy adrenaline rushed breaths. Wooyoung waited a moment before opening his eyes to see Nichkhun’s normally angelic face now contorted in anger and dripping blood from his eyebrow.
“You’re bleeding, Khun.” Wooyoung let his eyes trail up to the wound he had inflicted and felt his heart sink. He’d made his bad day so much worse. He wanted to crawl in a hole in die there. That was until something else he didn’t expect to happen, did. He felt warm lips press against his. The sting let him know his own lip had been cut open at some point, but he didn’t dare pull away. What was this? A cruel joke? Wooyoung let out a small whimper when Nichkhun released him.
“I was also hoping we could talk about that since I finally had you away from everyone.” Nichkhun admitted, with his voice still not fully void of his frustration. Wooyoung felt the last of his strength drain away and he fell back on the pavement with a thud.
“Nichkhun, can you please tell me, what is my life? I really don’t know what to do with myself.” Wooyoung finally spoke honestly. He sighed and let his hand fall onto Nichkhun’s knee, as he hoped the other wasn’t keen on the idea of standing up just yet. The fight and the kiss had left him defenseless and now he felt like Nichkhun couldn’t be close enough.
“Are you serious?” Nichkhun half snorted, half laughed. “What is with you lately? You’ve been this moping mess. Are you having an early mid-life crisis?” But Nichkhun knew Wooyoung was dead serious and seeing his friend like this worried him. “You’re my best friend. You’re the unexpected threat no one, not even me, sees coming.” He laughed again, this time a partial smile played across his lips. “And you’re the funniest person I know.” Nichkhun began to sit upright and get his feet under him when Wooyoung grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to the ground to kiss him one more time.
“Thank you.” Wooyoung said, as a lone tear streaked down the side of his face. And when Nichkhun stood up he felt like that wasn’t the only weight lifted from his chest.
“Has anyone told you that you think too much?” Nichkhun grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and helped him stand.
“It’s just that you’re all so much better looking and better at every-“
“No. Don’t even, Wooyoung. Is that it? You think you’re the weak link?” Nichkhun hadn’t let go of Wooyoung’s hand yet.
“Yes.” Wooyoung said, frankly. But he couldn’t look Nichkhun in the eye.
“You shouldn’t even be thinking like this. You’re completely irreplaceable. You have to know deep down that it wouldn’t be 2PM without you, right?” Nichkhun squeezed his hand tighter. “Let’s just go back and relax. Have a beer. I’m sure the other guys will tell you exactly the same thing I am. You know, minus the whole bipolar beating you up then kissing you bit.”
“But I kind of needed that bit.” Wooyoung felt a smile start to creep across his face. And Nichkhun smiled back.
"I can't wait to see how we're going to explain this one."