Windfall (2) ; Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Title: Windfall (2)
Rating: PG-13 to R
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Word count: 11320 (total)
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Windfall: II
Wooyoung unlocks the door to his apartment, kicking his shoes off. He eats dinner with the television turned on, watching Nichkhun's appearance on a variety show.
Nichkhun's smile is dazzling as always, and Wooyoung finds it hard to tear his gaze away. He brings the chopsticks to his mouth, staring at the television screen. Nichkhun looks right at the camera, seemingly meeting Wooyoung's eyes, and he winks.
Wooyoung drops his chopsticks and nearly chokes on his food.
It's no wonder why Nichkhun has so many fans, Wooyoung thinks when he finally stops coughing.
Standing at the sink, washing the dishes, Wooyoung finally admits that he is a little in love with Nichkhun - just a little. The next morning, Wooyoung regrets losing control over his heart so easily.
Nichkhun wakes up, vaguely aware that it is morning. And then he realises that it is not his bed he is lying in. He tries to sit up but the pounding in his head escalates, and his stomach threatens to rebell.
"Oh God," he murmurs, sounding like a completely different person, hoarse and raspy.
He rolls onto his side and blinks - there's a body next to him. It's a girl. She's still asleep, and she looks very familiar. Despite his massive headache, he manages to recall that she's a member from one of those popular girl groups. She must have been at the party from last night, and he must have gotten drunk.
The room reeks of alcohol.
Nichkhun closes his eyes until he feels well enough to deal with the situation, and when he reopens his eyes, he belatedly realises that both of them are stark naked. Swearing, he jumps out of the bed and gathers his clothes that had been scattered across the floor. He gets dressed as fast as he physically can and runs out of the room only to find himself face to face with two other girls. They stare at him in surprise and then take a few steps away from him cautiously.
"Shit," Nichkhun says, and runs past them, out the door, down the stairs and gets into a cab, going to the first place he can think of. Work can wait for now.
The café is uncommonly crowded, but it could just be because Nichkhun has never been there in the morning. Nichkhun pulls his cap downwards to shield his face from view and takes a seat in a corner.
Wooyoung comes over. "What do you want?" There's an odd look on his face and his smile is strained.
"Coffee, and water." Nichkhun says. "I'm having a terrible hangover."
"Did you - " Wooyoung starts, but then cuts himself off when Nichkhun looks up. "I'll be back with your order."
A few minutes later, the person who brings his order is not Wooyoung, but some girl he's never seen before. Confused, he looks around and finds that Wooyoung is busy taking orders from other customers.
Slowly, the number of patrons start to dwindle, and by the time half an hour is over, only three tables are occupied as the peak hour ends. Nichkhun has finished his coffee, and still, Wooyoung has not come over. He waves a hand, and the girl who served him scurries over.
"Can you get Wooyoung?" he asks, his gaze darting to the cash register, where Wooyoung is standing idly. He watches as she walks over and speaks to Wooyoung, pointing in Nichkhun's direction.
Wooyoung looks over and Nichkhun catches his eye. Wooyoung goes still for a moment, and then nods. He makes his way over and sits down across from Nichkhun.
"What?" he says.
"I think something happened last night," Nichkhun says, keeping his voice.
The expression on Wooyoung's face changes into something unreadable. "Could it have something to do with this?" Wooyoung asks, reaching into the pocket of his apron and sliding a page of newspaper over.
Nichkhun unfolds the page and his heart leaps into his throat. "Oh fuck," he says, staring at the photograph of him stumbling onto the road with his arms around the girl he'd woken up next to, their bodies pressed closed together and his eyes half-shut.
"Oh fuck," he repeats.
"Are you - really - I mean," Wooyoung says, looking everywhere but at Nichkhun.
"No," Nichkhun says. "No, I don't know what happened. I can't remember, I must have been too drunk, but I think we - I woke up in her bed this morning." If he felt rotten earlier, it only gets worse as he watches Wooyoung's face contort, revealing a fleeting hint of disappointment and pain.
"You slept with her," Wooyoung says flatly.
Nichkhun wants to say no, but he can't lie. He feels like crying. He wishes they weren't in this damn café and he can reach out, hold onto Wooyoung until things become okay. He wonders why he feels so guilty - why the look on Wooyoung's face, the sound of his voice makes his stomach clench painfully.
His phone rings, and he finds that reality is waiting. He pushes the article back to Wooyoung, answers the call from his manager and steels himself for a long lecture.
Across from him, Wooyoung quietly folds the article up and puts it back into his pocket. He stands up and walks away. Nichkhun reaches out a hand to stop him but it's too late; his manager is on the other end of the call, and Nichkhun can't call out.
And so Wooyoung slips out of his reach.
"It can't be helped," Jaebum says sympathetically. "It'll blow over."
Nichkhun slips coins into the vending machine and sighs as he waits for his drink. Almost instantly, there's the sound of a can colliding with metal, and he bends over to retrieve his can of cold coffee. "I am never getting so drunk ever again," he says. "I couldn't even remember what happened."
Jaebum is silent.
"They're revising my schedule," Nichkhun exhales tiredly. "Cancelling most activities until the scandal dies down." He shrugs, pressing the cold can to his forehead. "It could be a good thing."
Jaebum nods, clasping his shoulder kindly. "Take it as a break - you need it." He pauses with his mouth open and looks as though he's battling with himself.
"Say it, whatever it is," Nichkhun says.
"It's just - just, maybe you want to take the time to think about things between you and your boy from that café?" Jaebum suggests carefully.
Nichkhun pops the lid of the can open, and doesn't answer Jaebum. Jaebum squeezes his shoulder and walks away, leaving Nichkhun battling with his hurricane of emotions and thoughts.
Nichkhun goes back to his apartment, takes a shower, crawls into bed and sleeps. When he wakes up, the clock reads a little past ten at night, and he feels much more energetic than he's been lately.
He checks his phone, and the only text message is from his manager, detailing his revised schedule for the rest of the week. As expected, practically everything had been cancelled, other than two recording sessions, the filming for a guest appearance in a music video and finally, a fashion show that he has to attend.
He slips on a hooded sweater, pulling the hood low enough to hide his eyes and puts on a pair of spectacles and takes a cab to the café. He reaches just in time to see Wooyoung bending down to lock the entrance, his cap sitting backwards on his head and bag slung over one shoulder.
"Stop, stop, stop," Nichkhun says, thrusting money into the driver's hand, watching anxiously as Wooyoung straightens up to leave. "Keep the change," he says hastily, lurching out of the cab and running towards Wooyoung even before the driver can reply.
Wooyoung looks shocked to see him. "What're you doing here?"
"Let's go somewhere," Nichkhun says enthusiastically.
Wooyoung crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
Nichkhun deflates slightly. "Let's go on a date," he tries again, and for good measure, flashes the most dazzling smile he can muster. "Come on," he says, tugging on Wooyoung's hand.
"So late at night?" Wooyoung asks sceptically.
Nichkhun looks him in the eye. "I am not going home. I am not leaving. I will follow you home if I have to."
"Whatever," Wooyoung says, turning around and walking off. Nichkhun remains rooted to the ground for a few moments before he jobs to catches up with Wooyoung.
As they walk side by side, Nichkhun steals looks at Wooyoung, who is stubbornly ignoring Nichkhun's presence.
"Are you mad at me?" Nichkhun asks.
"Why should I be?" Wooyoung replies and they stop at a bus stop. They are the only people waiting for a bus. Nichkhun steps closer to Wooyoung. He itches to hold Wooyoung's hand.
"I don't know," Nichkhun says. "But I hate that you're ignoring me."
"I'm not ignoring you," Wooyoung says defensively. "I'm talking to you right now!"
"We're not talking, we're quarrelling," Nichkhun says.
"And what are we quarrelling about?" Wooyoung says, notching his chin up in challenge.
"Everything!" Nichkhun snaps. "About that stupid newspaper article, about that girl whose name I can't even remember, about you and me - "
Wooyoung shoots him a look of utter panic and alarm, and Nichkhun falls silent. They stand and look at each other, silence weighing heavily between them, and right on cue, the bus arrives. They get on, and find seats near the back. Wooyoung stares out of the window and Nichkhun stares at Wooyoung, until he finally looks back.
"Stop staring at me," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun makes a big show of averting his gaze and looking somewhere else.
The bus ride takes twenty minutes, and the entire time, Nichkhun thinks about how warm Wooyoung feels next to him.
"This is it," Wooyoung stands up, and pushes at Nichkhun, motioning for him to get off the bus. Nichkhun follows Wooyoung into an apartment building, slightly worn-down but relatively clean, and Wooyoung punches the button for the sixth floor.
Wooyoung unlocks the door to his apartment, and lets Nichkhun in. Wooyoung's apartment is small and cosy, with various articles of clothing strewn around the living room. It's messy in a lived-in, comfortable kind of way, and Nichkhun wanders around the living room as Wooyoung disappears into the kitchen.
Nichkhun picks up a magazine and opens it. The pages automatically fall open to where they have been marked with a postcard pressed between the pages. Nichkhun picks up the postcard, looks down and sees his own face smiling up at him playfully from the pages. He quickly stuffs the postcard back into place and drops the magazine. He reaches for the next magazine in sight, and finds his own face on the cover, the camera having captured his trademark wink.
Wooyoung emerges from the kitchen, holding a carton of fruit juice and a glass. "I don't have much, so you just have to make do," he says.
Nichkhun holds up the magazine. "It's me on the cover," he says brightly.
Wooyoung's jaw drops open and a pink flush appears on his cheeks. "I know," he says, setting the fruit juice down and snatching the magazine from Nichkhun. "It's quite obvious, isn't it?"
Nichkhun pours himself a glass of fruit juice. "You do know that I intend to stay here tonight, don't you?"
Wooyoung blinks at him. "And where do you intend to sleep?"
Nichkhun blinks back at Wooyoung. "In your bed."
"I'm sleeping in my bed," Wooyoung says, speaking slowly as though talking to a young child who is having difficulty understanding the situation.
Nichkhun flashes Wooyoung a winning smile. "And your point is?"
Wooyoung snaps his mouth shut, pressing his lips tightly together. "You," he says at last. "Are sleeping on the sofa. Help yourself to the juice, I'm going to take a shower."
And with that, Wooyoung shuts the door to his bedroom, leaving Nichkhun alone in the living room. Nichkhun proceeds to look around the room for any other magazines, and realising that every single magazine contained an article of him, and every article has been marked with a post-card. It makes him feel strangely elated, and the joy escalates when he finds one of his recent CDs by the television.
Slightly giddy with excitement, Nichkhun takes his phone and texts Jaebum. He loves me.
Jaebum replies, HE SAID SO?
He didn't need to, I just know~
A minute of silence, and then, OH PLEASE YOU MUST BE DELUDED.
Nichkhun pointedly refuses to reply. He gradually gets bored, and when he discovers a pen on the table, he starts to autograph the pictures of him in the magazines. He's onto the seventh magazine when he hears the door opening.
He throws the pen aside, sweeps the magazine under a sweater and leaps to his feet.
Wooyoung walks of his bedroom, towelling his hair dry, wearing a loose shirt and long blue pants. "Did you get bored?"
"I was talking to a friend," Nichkhun takes his phone out of his pocket and waves it around.
"Oh," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun watches as a bead of water drips from Wooyoung's hair onto the side of his face, and then runs down his jaw to his throat and then disappearing down the front of his shirt. Suddenly, Wooyoung is standing in front of him, frowning and waving a hand in front of his face, calling him back to earth.
"You need to stop spacing out, you look like an idiot when you do that," Wooyoung says, and he smiles, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
Recklessly - thoughtlessly - Nichkhun reaches forward, takes Wooyoung's face between his hands and kisses him on the mouth. It could be a very bad move, he knows, it could ruin everything, but then Wooyoung is kissing him back, and it feels impossibly right.
"What the hell," Wooyoung says, pushing Nichkhun away. "You just kissed me."
Nichkhun kisses him again, and Wooyoung's hands find their way to Nichkhun's hips, gripping them tightly. Nichkhun stumbles forward with an armful of Wooyoung, the two of them swaying left and right and they nearly fall over at one point, but somehow they still manage to get into Wooyoung's room and onto the bed.
"I like you," Nichkhun says, somewhere in between Wooyoung's shirt being pulled off, and his own pants being tossed across the room. "I really like you."
Wooyoung just smiles. He smiles a lot, and at one point, he even looks like he has tears in his eyes. Nichkhun opens his mouth to say something about it, but Wooyoung speaks first. "If you ruin the moment, I will never forgive you," he gasps, arching into Nichkhun.
So Nichkhun wisely shuts up, firstly because the last thing he wants to do now is botch this up, and secondly because Wooyoung is just far too distracting, making Nichkhun lose his ability to string words together.
Nichkhun wakes up the next morning and finds himself in someone else's bed again. He feels a moment of blind panic before he registers that it is Wooyoung asleep next to him, head pressed against his shoulder.
And then he has a second moment of panic, thinking that he must be late for some schedule or the other, and then remembers that nearly everything has been cancelled.
"Oh my God, shit shit shi - " he hears Wooyoung blurt out, and stares as Wooyoung sits up in bed, frantically gathering the blanket around his naked body. Wooyoung stares back at him.
"Oh, right," Wooyoung says after a few moments. "I forgot."
"I know," Nichkhun says. "I got the shock of my life when I first woke up."
"Would you like," Wooyoung says, kicking at Nichkhun with his feet. "To put on some clothes? I am not accustomed to naked men in my bed."
"Well," Nichkhun says, unsympathetic. "You'll just have to learn to get used to it."
Wooyoung throws the blanket at him. "Fuck you."
Nichkhun laughs as Wooyoung crawls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He lies in Wooyoung's bed, listening to the sound of running water and wordless humming.
Nichkhun is almost about to slip back into sleep when the bathroom door slides open and Wooyoung pokes his head out. "You have three seconds to get in here and join me in the shower before I lock the door."
"What? Wait!" Nichkhun scrambles out of bed and trips towards the bathroom, making it just in time. Wooyoung laughs when Nichkhun bangs his head on the edge of the door in his haste, and is punished for it later when Nichkhun force-feeds him a mouthful of soap bubbles in the shower.
They kiss in the shower, until the skin of their fingers start to wrinkle and the entire bathroom is filled with so much steam it gets hard for Nichkhun to even breathe. Or that could just be Wooyoung stealing his breath away as he blinks water from his eyes and licks his lips.
"I'll make breakfast," Wooyoung says, and Nichkhun is a little doubtful at first but Wooyoung works in a café, after all, so it should not be too much of a problem. Sitting on the sofa, he hears Wooyoung banging things around in the kitchen.
He checks his phone. Three text messages from Jaebum. The earliest one says, YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT. WHAT'S GOING ON? The next says, okay you better tell me what happened. And the last one says, I HATE YOU. REPLY ME NOW.
Nichkhun replies, I GOT LAID LAST NIGHT.
Jaebum's reply is almost instantaneous. YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT. YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM. SEX.
Before Nichkhun can reply, another text comes, YOU ARE GAY and I forbid you from coming near me, in case I catch it.
Nichkhun peers into the kitchen and figures that Wooyoung won't be coming out any time soon and dials Jaebum's number. "Actually, I don't think what we did last night counts as real sex," he says in a hushed voice when he hears Jaebum pick up.
"What?" Jaebum shouts, making Nichkhun jump. "What do you mean you don't know? Are you retarded?"
"It's just," Nichkhun whispers. "We didn't. You know. Actually. You know."
"So what did you actually do?" Jaebum asks. "No, wait, do I even want to know?"
"We just did stuff," Nichkhun says awkwardly. This is not a conversation he wants to have with Jaebum.
"Oh, very helpful," Jaebum tells him sarcastically. "But it wasn't real sex right? Because if you tell me you actually fucked him or - god forbid - let him fuck you, I will really never come near you again. Because this gay thing could be contagious and I'm not taking any chances."
"Shut up," Nichkhun says, annoyed and horrified.
"No, seriously, the real reason why I became a celebrity was so I could have hordes of women falling at my feet," Jaebum continues dramatically. "I'm not letting that go to waste by suddenly turning homosexual."
"I hate you," Nichkhun says. "And I'm not gay."
"Khun," Jaebum says seriously, and then after a short pause, "you are the biggest idiot I know." He hangs up on Nichkhun, and Nichkhun gapes at his phone in shock. He starts to type out an angry, rude message but before he can finish it, Wooyoung reappears carrying a stack of sandwiches.
"I can't cook, so you just have to take what you get," Wooyoung says, setting the plate on the table. "I'm not taking complaints if it tastes bad."
Nichkhun picks up a sandwich and bites into it. Wooyoung looks anxiously at him, wringing his hands together.
"Well?" he demands.
"I thought you said you weren't taking complaints," Nichkhun says, fighting a smile.
Wooyoung picks up a shirt lying on the sofa and throws it at Nichkhun. "I know you've got expensive taste," he says, visibly hurt. "You just have to - "
"Wooyoung," Nichkhun says. "I'm joking." He holds up the sandwich. "It's great." He bites into it once more to prove himself.
Wooyoung eyes him suspiciously and then smiles. "Okay, then I want to see you finish the entire plate."
Nichkhun looks down at the small mountain of sandwiches and looks back up at Wooyoung's face. "You're kidding, right?"
In the end, Nichkhun stuffs himself with as many sandwiches as he can, until he swears that he takes another bite, he will throw up.
Wooyoung sighs. "Fine," he says. "I didn't think you'd even eat that much." He looks as though he's glowing a little and Nichkhun feels slightly less sick.
"I'm free for the entire day," Nichkhun says, holding his stomach. "We can do whatever you what."
"I have a shift in the afternoon," Wooyoung says apologetically. "And shouldn't you avoid public places at a time like this?"
That bloody scandal, Nichkhun thinks, and resigns himself to a day spent at home. "I guess," he says. "Oh well, I'll just go home then."
"You're sulking," Wooyoung points out. "And pouting. Is that how you get your way with girls?"
"Is it working with you?" Nichkhun asks.
"No," Wooyoung says, but he smiles and leans forward to kiss Nichkhun anyway.
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Rating: PG-13 to R
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Word count: 11320 (total)
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Windfall: II
Wooyoung unlocks the door to his apartment, kicking his shoes off. He eats dinner with the television turned on, watching Nichkhun's appearance on a variety show.
Nichkhun's smile is dazzling as always, and Wooyoung finds it hard to tear his gaze away. He brings the chopsticks to his mouth, staring at the television screen. Nichkhun looks right at the camera, seemingly meeting Wooyoung's eyes, and he winks.
Wooyoung drops his chopsticks and nearly chokes on his food.
It's no wonder why Nichkhun has so many fans, Wooyoung thinks when he finally stops coughing.
Standing at the sink, washing the dishes, Wooyoung finally admits that he is a little in love with Nichkhun - just a little. The next morning, Wooyoung regrets losing control over his heart so easily.
Nichkhun wakes up, vaguely aware that it is morning. And then he realises that it is not his bed he is lying in. He tries to sit up but the pounding in his head escalates, and his stomach threatens to rebell.
"Oh God," he murmurs, sounding like a completely different person, hoarse and raspy.
He rolls onto his side and blinks - there's a body next to him. It's a girl. She's still asleep, and she looks very familiar. Despite his massive headache, he manages to recall that she's a member from one of those popular girl groups. She must have been at the party from last night, and he must have gotten drunk.
The room reeks of alcohol.
Nichkhun closes his eyes until he feels well enough to deal with the situation, and when he reopens his eyes, he belatedly realises that both of them are stark naked. Swearing, he jumps out of the bed and gathers his clothes that had been scattered across the floor. He gets dressed as fast as he physically can and runs out of the room only to find himself face to face with two other girls. They stare at him in surprise and then take a few steps away from him cautiously.
"Shit," Nichkhun says, and runs past them, out the door, down the stairs and gets into a cab, going to the first place he can think of. Work can wait for now.
The café is uncommonly crowded, but it could just be because Nichkhun has never been there in the morning. Nichkhun pulls his cap downwards to shield his face from view and takes a seat in a corner.
Wooyoung comes over. "What do you want?" There's an odd look on his face and his smile is strained.
"Coffee, and water." Nichkhun says. "I'm having a terrible hangover."
"Did you - " Wooyoung starts, but then cuts himself off when Nichkhun looks up. "I'll be back with your order."
A few minutes later, the person who brings his order is not Wooyoung, but some girl he's never seen before. Confused, he looks around and finds that Wooyoung is busy taking orders from other customers.
Slowly, the number of patrons start to dwindle, and by the time half an hour is over, only three tables are occupied as the peak hour ends. Nichkhun has finished his coffee, and still, Wooyoung has not come over. He waves a hand, and the girl who served him scurries over.
"Can you get Wooyoung?" he asks, his gaze darting to the cash register, where Wooyoung is standing idly. He watches as she walks over and speaks to Wooyoung, pointing in Nichkhun's direction.
Wooyoung looks over and Nichkhun catches his eye. Wooyoung goes still for a moment, and then nods. He makes his way over and sits down across from Nichkhun.
"What?" he says.
"I think something happened last night," Nichkhun says, keeping his voice.
The expression on Wooyoung's face changes into something unreadable. "Could it have something to do with this?" Wooyoung asks, reaching into the pocket of his apron and sliding a page of newspaper over.
Nichkhun unfolds the page and his heart leaps into his throat. "Oh fuck," he says, staring at the photograph of him stumbling onto the road with his arms around the girl he'd woken up next to, their bodies pressed closed together and his eyes half-shut.
"Oh fuck," he repeats.
"Are you - really - I mean," Wooyoung says, looking everywhere but at Nichkhun.
"No," Nichkhun says. "No, I don't know what happened. I can't remember, I must have been too drunk, but I think we - I woke up in her bed this morning." If he felt rotten earlier, it only gets worse as he watches Wooyoung's face contort, revealing a fleeting hint of disappointment and pain.
"You slept with her," Wooyoung says flatly.
Nichkhun wants to say no, but he can't lie. He feels like crying. He wishes they weren't in this damn café and he can reach out, hold onto Wooyoung until things become okay. He wonders why he feels so guilty - why the look on Wooyoung's face, the sound of his voice makes his stomach clench painfully.
His phone rings, and he finds that reality is waiting. He pushes the article back to Wooyoung, answers the call from his manager and steels himself for a long lecture.
Across from him, Wooyoung quietly folds the article up and puts it back into his pocket. He stands up and walks away. Nichkhun reaches out a hand to stop him but it's too late; his manager is on the other end of the call, and Nichkhun can't call out.
And so Wooyoung slips out of his reach.
"It can't be helped," Jaebum says sympathetically. "It'll blow over."
Nichkhun slips coins into the vending machine and sighs as he waits for his drink. Almost instantly, there's the sound of a can colliding with metal, and he bends over to retrieve his can of cold coffee. "I am never getting so drunk ever again," he says. "I couldn't even remember what happened."
Jaebum is silent.
"They're revising my schedule," Nichkhun exhales tiredly. "Cancelling most activities until the scandal dies down." He shrugs, pressing the cold can to his forehead. "It could be a good thing."
Jaebum nods, clasping his shoulder kindly. "Take it as a break - you need it." He pauses with his mouth open and looks as though he's battling with himself.
"Say it, whatever it is," Nichkhun says.
"It's just - just, maybe you want to take the time to think about things between you and your boy from that café?" Jaebum suggests carefully.
Nichkhun pops the lid of the can open, and doesn't answer Jaebum. Jaebum squeezes his shoulder and walks away, leaving Nichkhun battling with his hurricane of emotions and thoughts.
Nichkhun goes back to his apartment, takes a shower, crawls into bed and sleeps. When he wakes up, the clock reads a little past ten at night, and he feels much more energetic than he's been lately.
He checks his phone, and the only text message is from his manager, detailing his revised schedule for the rest of the week. As expected, practically everything had been cancelled, other than two recording sessions, the filming for a guest appearance in a music video and finally, a fashion show that he has to attend.
He slips on a hooded sweater, pulling the hood low enough to hide his eyes and puts on a pair of spectacles and takes a cab to the café. He reaches just in time to see Wooyoung bending down to lock the entrance, his cap sitting backwards on his head and bag slung over one shoulder.
"Stop, stop, stop," Nichkhun says, thrusting money into the driver's hand, watching anxiously as Wooyoung straightens up to leave. "Keep the change," he says hastily, lurching out of the cab and running towards Wooyoung even before the driver can reply.
Wooyoung looks shocked to see him. "What're you doing here?"
"Let's go somewhere," Nichkhun says enthusiastically.
Wooyoung crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
Nichkhun deflates slightly. "Let's go on a date," he tries again, and for good measure, flashes the most dazzling smile he can muster. "Come on," he says, tugging on Wooyoung's hand.
"So late at night?" Wooyoung asks sceptically.
Nichkhun looks him in the eye. "I am not going home. I am not leaving. I will follow you home if I have to."
"Whatever," Wooyoung says, turning around and walking off. Nichkhun remains rooted to the ground for a few moments before he jobs to catches up with Wooyoung.
As they walk side by side, Nichkhun steals looks at Wooyoung, who is stubbornly ignoring Nichkhun's presence.
"Are you mad at me?" Nichkhun asks.
"Why should I be?" Wooyoung replies and they stop at a bus stop. They are the only people waiting for a bus. Nichkhun steps closer to Wooyoung. He itches to hold Wooyoung's hand.
"I don't know," Nichkhun says. "But I hate that you're ignoring me."
"I'm not ignoring you," Wooyoung says defensively. "I'm talking to you right now!"
"We're not talking, we're quarrelling," Nichkhun says.
"And what are we quarrelling about?" Wooyoung says, notching his chin up in challenge.
"Everything!" Nichkhun snaps. "About that stupid newspaper article, about that girl whose name I can't even remember, about you and me - "
Wooyoung shoots him a look of utter panic and alarm, and Nichkhun falls silent. They stand and look at each other, silence weighing heavily between them, and right on cue, the bus arrives. They get on, and find seats near the back. Wooyoung stares out of the window and Nichkhun stares at Wooyoung, until he finally looks back.
"Stop staring at me," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun makes a big show of averting his gaze and looking somewhere else.
The bus ride takes twenty minutes, and the entire time, Nichkhun thinks about how warm Wooyoung feels next to him.
"This is it," Wooyoung stands up, and pushes at Nichkhun, motioning for him to get off the bus. Nichkhun follows Wooyoung into an apartment building, slightly worn-down but relatively clean, and Wooyoung punches the button for the sixth floor.
Wooyoung unlocks the door to his apartment, and lets Nichkhun in. Wooyoung's apartment is small and cosy, with various articles of clothing strewn around the living room. It's messy in a lived-in, comfortable kind of way, and Nichkhun wanders around the living room as Wooyoung disappears into the kitchen.
Nichkhun picks up a magazine and opens it. The pages automatically fall open to where they have been marked with a postcard pressed between the pages. Nichkhun picks up the postcard, looks down and sees his own face smiling up at him playfully from the pages. He quickly stuffs the postcard back into place and drops the magazine. He reaches for the next magazine in sight, and finds his own face on the cover, the camera having captured his trademark wink.
Wooyoung emerges from the kitchen, holding a carton of fruit juice and a glass. "I don't have much, so you just have to make do," he says.
Nichkhun holds up the magazine. "It's me on the cover," he says brightly.
Wooyoung's jaw drops open and a pink flush appears on his cheeks. "I know," he says, setting the fruit juice down and snatching the magazine from Nichkhun. "It's quite obvious, isn't it?"
Nichkhun pours himself a glass of fruit juice. "You do know that I intend to stay here tonight, don't you?"
Wooyoung blinks at him. "And where do you intend to sleep?"
Nichkhun blinks back at Wooyoung. "In your bed."
"I'm sleeping in my bed," Wooyoung says, speaking slowly as though talking to a young child who is having difficulty understanding the situation.
Nichkhun flashes Wooyoung a winning smile. "And your point is?"
Wooyoung snaps his mouth shut, pressing his lips tightly together. "You," he says at last. "Are sleeping on the sofa. Help yourself to the juice, I'm going to take a shower."
And with that, Wooyoung shuts the door to his bedroom, leaving Nichkhun alone in the living room. Nichkhun proceeds to look around the room for any other magazines, and realising that every single magazine contained an article of him, and every article has been marked with a post-card. It makes him feel strangely elated, and the joy escalates when he finds one of his recent CDs by the television.
Slightly giddy with excitement, Nichkhun takes his phone and texts Jaebum. He loves me.
Jaebum replies, HE SAID SO?
He didn't need to, I just know~
A minute of silence, and then, OH PLEASE YOU MUST BE DELUDED.
Nichkhun pointedly refuses to reply. He gradually gets bored, and when he discovers a pen on the table, he starts to autograph the pictures of him in the magazines. He's onto the seventh magazine when he hears the door opening.
He throws the pen aside, sweeps the magazine under a sweater and leaps to his feet.
Wooyoung walks of his bedroom, towelling his hair dry, wearing a loose shirt and long blue pants. "Did you get bored?"
"I was talking to a friend," Nichkhun takes his phone out of his pocket and waves it around.
"Oh," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun watches as a bead of water drips from Wooyoung's hair onto the side of his face, and then runs down his jaw to his throat and then disappearing down the front of his shirt. Suddenly, Wooyoung is standing in front of him, frowning and waving a hand in front of his face, calling him back to earth.
"You need to stop spacing out, you look like an idiot when you do that," Wooyoung says, and he smiles, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
Recklessly - thoughtlessly - Nichkhun reaches forward, takes Wooyoung's face between his hands and kisses him on the mouth. It could be a very bad move, he knows, it could ruin everything, but then Wooyoung is kissing him back, and it feels impossibly right.
"What the hell," Wooyoung says, pushing Nichkhun away. "You just kissed me."
Nichkhun kisses him again, and Wooyoung's hands find their way to Nichkhun's hips, gripping them tightly. Nichkhun stumbles forward with an armful of Wooyoung, the two of them swaying left and right and they nearly fall over at one point, but somehow they still manage to get into Wooyoung's room and onto the bed.
"I like you," Nichkhun says, somewhere in between Wooyoung's shirt being pulled off, and his own pants being tossed across the room. "I really like you."
Wooyoung just smiles. He smiles a lot, and at one point, he even looks like he has tears in his eyes. Nichkhun opens his mouth to say something about it, but Wooyoung speaks first. "If you ruin the moment, I will never forgive you," he gasps, arching into Nichkhun.
So Nichkhun wisely shuts up, firstly because the last thing he wants to do now is botch this up, and secondly because Wooyoung is just far too distracting, making Nichkhun lose his ability to string words together.
Nichkhun wakes up the next morning and finds himself in someone else's bed again. He feels a moment of blind panic before he registers that it is Wooyoung asleep next to him, head pressed against his shoulder.
And then he has a second moment of panic, thinking that he must be late for some schedule or the other, and then remembers that nearly everything has been cancelled.
"Oh my God, shit shit shi - " he hears Wooyoung blurt out, and stares as Wooyoung sits up in bed, frantically gathering the blanket around his naked body. Wooyoung stares back at him.
"Oh, right," Wooyoung says after a few moments. "I forgot."
"I know," Nichkhun says. "I got the shock of my life when I first woke up."
"Would you like," Wooyoung says, kicking at Nichkhun with his feet. "To put on some clothes? I am not accustomed to naked men in my bed."
"Well," Nichkhun says, unsympathetic. "You'll just have to learn to get used to it."
Wooyoung throws the blanket at him. "Fuck you."
Nichkhun laughs as Wooyoung crawls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He lies in Wooyoung's bed, listening to the sound of running water and wordless humming.
Nichkhun is almost about to slip back into sleep when the bathroom door slides open and Wooyoung pokes his head out. "You have three seconds to get in here and join me in the shower before I lock the door."
"What? Wait!" Nichkhun scrambles out of bed and trips towards the bathroom, making it just in time. Wooyoung laughs when Nichkhun bangs his head on the edge of the door in his haste, and is punished for it later when Nichkhun force-feeds him a mouthful of soap bubbles in the shower.
They kiss in the shower, until the skin of their fingers start to wrinkle and the entire bathroom is filled with so much steam it gets hard for Nichkhun to even breathe. Or that could just be Wooyoung stealing his breath away as he blinks water from his eyes and licks his lips.
"I'll make breakfast," Wooyoung says, and Nichkhun is a little doubtful at first but Wooyoung works in a café, after all, so it should not be too much of a problem. Sitting on the sofa, he hears Wooyoung banging things around in the kitchen.
He checks his phone. Three text messages from Jaebum. The earliest one says, YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT. WHAT'S GOING ON? The next says, okay you better tell me what happened. And the last one says, I HATE YOU. REPLY ME NOW.
Nichkhun replies, I GOT LAID LAST NIGHT.
Jaebum's reply is almost instantaneous. YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT. YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM. SEX.
Before Nichkhun can reply, another text comes, YOU ARE GAY and I forbid you from coming near me, in case I catch it.
Nichkhun peers into the kitchen and figures that Wooyoung won't be coming out any time soon and dials Jaebum's number. "Actually, I don't think what we did last night counts as real sex," he says in a hushed voice when he hears Jaebum pick up.
"What?" Jaebum shouts, making Nichkhun jump. "What do you mean you don't know? Are you retarded?"
"It's just," Nichkhun whispers. "We didn't. You know. Actually. You know."
"So what did you actually do?" Jaebum asks. "No, wait, do I even want to know?"
"We just did stuff," Nichkhun says awkwardly. This is not a conversation he wants to have with Jaebum.
"Oh, very helpful," Jaebum tells him sarcastically. "But it wasn't real sex right? Because if you tell me you actually fucked him or - god forbid - let him fuck you, I will really never come near you again. Because this gay thing could be contagious and I'm not taking any chances."
"Shut up," Nichkhun says, annoyed and horrified.
"No, seriously, the real reason why I became a celebrity was so I could have hordes of women falling at my feet," Jaebum continues dramatically. "I'm not letting that go to waste by suddenly turning homosexual."
"I hate you," Nichkhun says. "And I'm not gay."
"Khun," Jaebum says seriously, and then after a short pause, "you are the biggest idiot I know." He hangs up on Nichkhun, and Nichkhun gapes at his phone in shock. He starts to type out an angry, rude message but before he can finish it, Wooyoung reappears carrying a stack of sandwiches.
"I can't cook, so you just have to take what you get," Wooyoung says, setting the plate on the table. "I'm not taking complaints if it tastes bad."
Nichkhun picks up a sandwich and bites into it. Wooyoung looks anxiously at him, wringing his hands together.
"Well?" he demands.
"I thought you said you weren't taking complaints," Nichkhun says, fighting a smile.
Wooyoung picks up a shirt lying on the sofa and throws it at Nichkhun. "I know you've got expensive taste," he says, visibly hurt. "You just have to - "
"Wooyoung," Nichkhun says. "I'm joking." He holds up the sandwich. "It's great." He bites into it once more to prove himself.
Wooyoung eyes him suspiciously and then smiles. "Okay, then I want to see you finish the entire plate."
Nichkhun looks down at the small mountain of sandwiches and looks back up at Wooyoung's face. "You're kidding, right?"
In the end, Nichkhun stuffs himself with as many sandwiches as he can, until he swears that he takes another bite, he will throw up.
Wooyoung sighs. "Fine," he says. "I didn't think you'd even eat that much." He looks as though he's glowing a little and Nichkhun feels slightly less sick.
"I'm free for the entire day," Nichkhun says, holding his stomach. "We can do whatever you what."
"I have a shift in the afternoon," Wooyoung says apologetically. "And shouldn't you avoid public places at a time like this?"
That bloody scandal, Nichkhun thinks, and resigns himself to a day spent at home. "I guess," he says. "Oh well, I'll just go home then."
"You're sulking," Wooyoung points out. "And pouting. Is that how you get your way with girls?"
"Is it working with you?" Nichkhun asks.
"No," Wooyoung says, but he smiles and leans forward to kiss Nichkhun anyway.
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