[2pm fic] waiting (1/5)
Waiting
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)
one || i'm waiting for the world to fall
"this is a nightmare" wooyoung thinks as he retches into his toilet bowl. "this is nothing but a nightmare."
but at the same time, wooyoung remembers vivid details all too well. he remembers how good he felt. how wonderful everything was. then he thinks, "it may have been a fantasy. may have been a wonderful dream of sorts."
but when he starts reliving it constantly, he remembers it only as a nightmare.
he goes to school looking like a piece of melted rice cake let out to sweat in a sunlit room under saran wrap. his eyelids are lined with a bleary red. the tail ends of his eyes seem more droopy than usual. and when nichkhun, his foreign exchange neighbor, notices this on the way to school, wooyoung gets the urge to heave his meager breakfast out behind a random telephone pole.
"you sure you don't need to see a doctor?" asks nichkhun, eyes round and moist.
nichkhun has made leaps and bounds with his korean during his stay here. and normally, nichkhun speaks formally. nichkhun only speaks with wooyoung in this familiar, colloquial way. and wooyoung doesn't mind. nichkhun is older than him anyway. and with this familiarity, wooyoung can let his guard down. wooyoung just doesn't know that this is a secret technique of nichkhun's to get friendly in a short time.
"i'm sure" says wooyoung.
"i'm fine" wooyoung reiterates when nichkhun gives him a suspicious look. "i just had a bad dream last night."
wooyoung almost wants to shoot himself in the head (since he's already shot himself in the foot) for blurting this out.
"too much information to the wrong person" wooyoung thinks.
wooyoung tries to ignore the interested gleam in nichkhun's eyes.
and before nichkhun throws a greasy line like: "did you dream about me?", wooyoung walks briskly ahead.
"sorry hyung. i need to use the restroom before class starts."
wooyoung leaves nichkhun in the dust, hoping that nichkhun won't chase after him. and when wooyoung reaches the men's restroom, he hides in one of the stalls, checking thrice that the door is firmly locked.
in side the cramped space, wooyoung starts to hyperventilate.
"it's okay. it's okay" he tells himself. "he won't find out. he won't find out."
but worse than nichkhun finding out about wooyoung's nightmare is the possibility that his nightmare will come true. wooyoung closes his eyes to calm down, but all he can see is nichkhun's face, serious and tender. all wooyoung can feel is the sensation of nichkhun's body pressing into his, as if trying to break through the barrier of clammy skin between them.
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)
one || i'm waiting for the world to fall
"this is a nightmare" wooyoung thinks as he retches into his toilet bowl. "this is nothing but a nightmare."
but at the same time, wooyoung remembers vivid details all too well. he remembers how good he felt. how wonderful everything was. then he thinks, "it may have been a fantasy. may have been a wonderful dream of sorts."
but when he starts reliving it constantly, he remembers it only as a nightmare.
he goes to school looking like a piece of melted rice cake let out to sweat in a sunlit room under saran wrap. his eyelids are lined with a bleary red. the tail ends of his eyes seem more droopy than usual. and when nichkhun, his foreign exchange neighbor, notices this on the way to school, wooyoung gets the urge to heave his meager breakfast out behind a random telephone pole.
"you sure you don't need to see a doctor?" asks nichkhun, eyes round and moist.
nichkhun has made leaps and bounds with his korean during his stay here. and normally, nichkhun speaks formally. nichkhun only speaks with wooyoung in this familiar, colloquial way. and wooyoung doesn't mind. nichkhun is older than him anyway. and with this familiarity, wooyoung can let his guard down. wooyoung just doesn't know that this is a secret technique of nichkhun's to get friendly in a short time.
"i'm sure" says wooyoung.
"i'm fine" wooyoung reiterates when nichkhun gives him a suspicious look. "i just had a bad dream last night."
wooyoung almost wants to shoot himself in the head (since he's already shot himself in the foot) for blurting this out.
"too much information to the wrong person" wooyoung thinks.
wooyoung tries to ignore the interested gleam in nichkhun's eyes.
and before nichkhun throws a greasy line like: "did you dream about me?", wooyoung walks briskly ahead.
"sorry hyung. i need to use the restroom before class starts."
wooyoung leaves nichkhun in the dust, hoping that nichkhun won't chase after him. and when wooyoung reaches the men's restroom, he hides in one of the stalls, checking thrice that the door is firmly locked.
in side the cramped space, wooyoung starts to hyperventilate.
"it's okay. it's okay" he tells himself. "he won't find out. he won't find out."
but worse than nichkhun finding out about wooyoung's nightmare is the possibility that his nightmare will come true. wooyoung closes his eyes to calm down, but all he can see is nichkhun's face, serious and tender. all wooyoung can feel is the sensation of nichkhun's body pressing into his, as if trying to break through the barrier of clammy skin between them.