the distance between us; nichkhun/wooyoung
the distance between us.
nichkhun/wooyoung ; pg; 455w
where nichkhun fails to keep his promise and wooyoung holds grudges.
A/N: wrote this at 4AM when inspiration strikes up randomly lol. written in one go and unbetaed, fluff without plot, cheesy to the point that i can fill a whole swimming pool with it. regrets nothing. LUL.
Wooyoung stirs. Something is evading his senses and interrupting his sleep. Cold muscled arms lifting his head from the comfort of his pillow and maneuvers him onto something more solid. He groans at the sudden loss of warmth from his bed as something cold wraps itself around him, there is a sudden pressure behind his head, a hand forcing his face to press against something cold, but comfortable and smells good, and familiar. Wooyoung groans.
“Shhh, it’s me..” a comfortable voice whispers right into his ear, tickling him and instantly he feels goosebumps on the back of his neck, but somehow there is something about the low reverb of the familiar voice that comforts him.
“Khun-hyung?” he slurs sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes to check. He clicks his tongue in annoyance but scoots closer anyway, even when Nichkhun’s body feels icy even under the covers.
“Sorry” Nichkhun says sincerely, planting a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead while stroking his hair to try and soothe him back to sleep. “I just got back, the shooting got delayed. I’ll make it up to you on another dinner, okay?” Nichkhun voice drowns on and on, and it sounds like a lullaby to Wooyoung’s ears. He wordlessly hits Nichkhun’s chest with the little ounce of strength that he has left, because what Nichkhun just said reminds himself why he went to bed early that night, sulking and swearing that Nichkhun is going to get hurt when he gets home.
“You are so bad..” he mumbles into the crook of Nichkhun’s neck, and Nichkhun chuckles fondly, rubbing comforting circles on Wooyoung’s back. “.. and you woke me up in the middle of the nightttt~” He whines.
“Go back to sleep~” Nichkhun chuckles again, tightening his arms around Wooyoung’s body, warmth slowly envelops Wooyoung again, as he hums sleepily in agreement. “I miss you...” he hears, whispered close to his ears and he decides that maybe he shall execute that revenge he planned tomorrow, even if Nichkhun might not be around tomorrow because of endless schedules again.
You’re so gonna get it tomorrow. Wooyoung swears under his breath before dozing back off to sleep, all of thoughts of revenge ends up forgotten the next day when Nichkhun wakes him up with a dozen of kisses and a breakfast in bed of pancakes and ice creams. They stayed home all day (Nichkhun feigned some illness, aegyoing his way through phone calls with their manager enough to get a day off but not enough to warrant a visit from them), lazing around, watching mediocre dramas and picking petty little fights about everything in mind that always get resolved with a quick peck on Wooyoung’s pouting lips.
They said revenge is sweet, but for Wooyoung, Nichkhun is sweeter.
♥
A/N: Sorry that I haven’t posted for a while, I’m still writing, yes, but inspiration doesn’t come often these days :( I am working on longer stuff, I promise. thanks for taking the time to read, my lovelies ^0^
nichkhun/wooyoung ; pg; 455w
where nichkhun fails to keep his promise and wooyoung holds grudges.
A/N: wrote this at 4AM when inspiration strikes up randomly lol. written in one go and unbetaed, fluff without plot, cheesy to the point that i can fill a whole swimming pool with it. regrets nothing. LUL.
Wooyoung stirs. Something is evading his senses and interrupting his sleep. Cold muscled arms lifting his head from the comfort of his pillow and maneuvers him onto something more solid. He groans at the sudden loss of warmth from his bed as something cold wraps itself around him, there is a sudden pressure behind his head, a hand forcing his face to press against something cold, but comfortable and smells good, and familiar. Wooyoung groans.
“Shhh, it’s me..” a comfortable voice whispers right into his ear, tickling him and instantly he feels goosebumps on the back of his neck, but somehow there is something about the low reverb of the familiar voice that comforts him.
“Khun-hyung?” he slurs sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes to check. He clicks his tongue in annoyance but scoots closer anyway, even when Nichkhun’s body feels icy even under the covers.
“Sorry” Nichkhun says sincerely, planting a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead while stroking his hair to try and soothe him back to sleep. “I just got back, the shooting got delayed. I’ll make it up to you on another dinner, okay?” Nichkhun voice drowns on and on, and it sounds like a lullaby to Wooyoung’s ears. He wordlessly hits Nichkhun’s chest with the little ounce of strength that he has left, because what Nichkhun just said reminds himself why he went to bed early that night, sulking and swearing that Nichkhun is going to get hurt when he gets home.
“You are so bad..” he mumbles into the crook of Nichkhun’s neck, and Nichkhun chuckles fondly, rubbing comforting circles on Wooyoung’s back. “.. and you woke me up in the middle of the nightttt~” He whines.
“Go back to sleep~” Nichkhun chuckles again, tightening his arms around Wooyoung’s body, warmth slowly envelops Wooyoung again, as he hums sleepily in agreement. “I miss you...” he hears, whispered close to his ears and he decides that maybe he shall execute that revenge he planned tomorrow, even if Nichkhun might not be around tomorrow because of endless schedules again.
You’re so gonna get it tomorrow. Wooyoung swears under his breath before dozing back off to sleep, all of thoughts of revenge ends up forgotten the next day when Nichkhun wakes him up with a dozen of kisses and a breakfast in bed of pancakes and ice creams. They stayed home all day (Nichkhun feigned some illness, aegyoing his way through phone calls with their manager enough to get a day off but not enough to warrant a visit from them), lazing around, watching mediocre dramas and picking petty little fights about everything in mind that always get resolved with a quick peck on Wooyoung’s pouting lips.
They said revenge is sweet, but for Wooyoung, Nichkhun is sweeter.
♥
A/N: Sorry that I haven’t posted for a while, I’m still writing, yes, but inspiration doesn’t come often these days :( I am working on longer stuff, I promise. thanks for taking the time to read, my lovelies ^0^