something like redemption ; Nichkhun/Wooyoung
In the middle of exams right now, and I really shouldn't been writing anything, but today I put the bits and pieces together and finished up this thing I've been working on. It's an AU, and has some brief Nichkhun/OFC in it, but the focus is, of course, on Nichkhun/Wooyoung :)
Title: Something like Redemption
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung, brief Nichkhun/OC
Word count: 1533
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
something like redemption
no matter what kind of ending we create, the heart is a mystery
this is the truth that closes in like the darkness (truth, arashi)
When Nichkhun pushes the door open, with her following close behind, the first thing he sees is Wooyoung.
Wooyoung is sitting on the floor, with his back against the sofa, one knee pulled to his chest, the other stretched in front of him. The zip of his colourful sweater is pulled up halfway, and it falls open to reveal Wooyoung's collarbone and shoulders. There's a plate of half-eaten cheese cake next to him and he's sucking absently on a fork, his eyes flickering across the pages of newspaper spread out on the floor.
Wooyoung looks up, eyes flicking to the girl behind Nichkhun first, before settling on Nichkhun. He smirks a little, making Nichkhun's heart turn over tortuously, and then turns away.
She walks in, her towering heels still on. They click noisily on the floor and she rests a hand on Nichkhun's shoulder for support as she steps out of them.
Wooyoung looks over again, his gaze resting briefly on her heels, fire-engine red and dangerously high. They scream sexuality, just like she does, with her feminine curves, soft skin and pink lips. Nichkhun watches her walk ahead, bare-footed and suddenly looking a lot more vulnerable than she was a few seconds ago when she still had those heels on.
She turns around, and Nichkhun smiles at her, a charming practised smile. "My room's that way," he points. "I'll be there in a minute."
She shrugs in response, reaching up to gather her tumble of black curls into a ponytail. She disappears into Nichkhun's bedroom, hips swaying and a bounce in her step. Nichkhun pictures her sitting down on his bed, sliding off her dress, unbuckling her bra.
"She's pretty."
Nichkhun smiles. "Isn't she?" he answers blandly. They both know she isn't here because she's pretty. There are other reasons, hidden purposes and concealed agendas - there's the bigger picture to think about. She's just one of the steps they need to take to reach their aim. A means to an end.
Wooyoung gets to his feet, the sweater falling open further and exposing more skin. Nichkhun's mouth goes dry and he reaches out to tug the zip upwards. Wooyoung grabs his hand, halting him as he tries to zip up the sweater. Instead, Wooyoung forcibly guides Nichkhun's hand downwards, the sweater peeling apart easily.
Wooyoung releases Nichkhun's hand, and shrugs the sweater off. It falls uselessly to the floor, a pool of warm fabric around Wooyoung's bare feet. Nichkhun leans forward, bringing their faces closer. Wooyoung steps away, stretching the distance between them again. Nichkhun already knows this dance by heart. Push and pull.
"She's waiting," Wooyoung says, sitting down on the sofa. "Go and do what you need to do."
Nichkhun sighs, and bends over to pick up the sweater. He throws it at Wooyoung, who catches it. He wriggles his arms into the long sleeves and waves at Nichkhun, the ends of the sleeves flopping wildly in a comical manner. His eyes are laughing, narrowed into endearing half-moons.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Nichkhun walks into his room. She's standing by the bed, wearing only her underwear. Her dress lies neatly folded on his chair.
She undresses him, pressing kisses to every newly revealed inch of skin.
He pulls her against him and finds she's everything that Wooyoung is not. She's slender, soft and mysterious. There's no resistance when he bends down to kiss her, and it throws Nichkhun off for a second.
He grabs her hands, guiding them to his hips, pressing her down onto the bed. She moans, a high keen of desire, seductive and inviting. She wraps her legs around Nichkhun's hips, hooking her arms around his neck, and gasps his name - what she thinks is his name. She will never know, but he is only an illusion to her.
Nichkhun lowers his mouth to her shoulders, marking her skin. Her hands skim down his back, and she says something like oh God, yes, yes.
Outside, Wooyoung starts to sing.
Nichkhun sits on the bed, watching her get dressed. She adjusts her dress, and finger-combs her hair carefully. She looks in the mirror, licks her lips and then stretches like a cat.
She glances at him expectantly. "Aren't you going to walk me out?"
Nichkhun rolls off the bed and picks his clothes up from the floor. He only bothers with pants. He walks her out without his shirt on, kisses her on the cheek and promises to call her tomorrow. Wooyoung emerges from the kitchen the moment Nichkhun locks the door behind him.
"How did it go?" Wooyoung asks. He's holding his cellphone tightly in one hand and Nichkhun can feel the anxiety rolling off him.
"What?" Nichkhun says warily, glancing from the phone to Wooyoung and then the phone again. "Someone called?"
"We just got new instructions," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun exhales noisily and rakes his fingers through his messy hair. "Remind me again - how long more do we have to do this?"
Wooyoung holds up four fingers. "Four more steps, and then we're done with what we owe," he says. "Apparently, we have two days to kill her."
Nichkhun looks up sharply. "They want her dead?"
Wooyoung shrugs. "Sounds like it. We follow the instructions, we execute, we don't question." He hesitates, and then walks towards Nichkhun. He puts his arms around Nichkhun, holding him close. They sway together on the spot for a little while, and Nichkhun presses his cheek against the comforting heat of Wooyoung's neck.
"Do you regret this?" Wooyoung murmurs.
Nichkhun parts his lips, darting his tongue out to taste Wooyoung's skin. It reminds him of safety, of shelter, of home. "I don't," he says. It's the truth. "Maybe it makes me a bad person, maybe it means I'll go to hell, but I'll kill as many people as I need - as long as it keeps you safe."
"I'm only one person," Wooyoung says, but there's nothing in his voice that tells Nichkhun if he means I'm not worth it or if he's just stating a fact.
"Yes," Nichkhun says. He pulls away and looks Wooyoung in the eye. "But those people are strangers. And you are you."
Wooyoung smiles slightly, a lopsided half-smile. "You know I'd do the same for you."
Nichkhun slides a hand down to grasp Wooyoung's elbow. "You already have," he whispers, and the moment the words leave his mouth, he knows that both of them are revisiting the same memory.
The gunshot. The splatter of blood, trickling down Wooyoung's face. Nichkhun screaming, screaming, screaming. Wooyoung falling to his knees, vomiting violently. Nichkhun hauling him to his feet, wrestling the gun out of Wooyoung's hands.
"Four more steps," Wooyoung says, and there's desperation in his voice. "And we'll be free."
Nichkhun kisses him. "We can go anywhere," he says. "When all this is over, we'll go somewhere far away. Somewhere we can start over."
Wooyoung frames Nichkhun's face with his hands. "What do you think about when you kill them?" he says. "When you kill her tomorrow."
Nichkhun looks surprised at the question. Wooyoung has never asked him something like this before. "You," Nichkhun says. "I always think about you."
Wooyoung smiles - uncertain, startled and secretly pleased all at once. Really, Nichkhun thinks, there's nothing like Wooyoung's smile. Not sunrise, or sunset, or the first blossoms of spring, or sprawling landscapes. Nichkhun knows he's a terrible person - selfish, cruel, ruthless and heartless, but he can't help it. He gave his heart away, and he has never once thought of wanting it back.
Tomorrow, Nichkhun will wake before Wooyoung does. He'll look at Wooyoung's sleeping figure, curled up on the bed, and notice that even in sleep, he is frowning. Notice the dark circles beneath his eyes. He'll turn off the alarm, so Wooyoung will get to sleep as much as he can and worry less. He will not leave a note when he slips out of the house.
He'll visit her. He'll kiss her, and she'll invite him in eagerly. As he steps into her house, Wooyoung will be woken by the sound of a car horn. He will find Nichkhun gone, and he will pace around the house, praying. Waiting. Wanting.
Nichkhun will shoot her the moment she turns her back on him. He will not flinch or hesitate or waver. He will think only of Wooyoung. He will make sure that he leaves no trace of himself behind. Make sure that he is not seen. Make sure that he cannot be traced.
And then he will go home to Wooyoung. He'll call and report that everything has gone according to plan, and they will be told to await further instructions. As always. He will tell himself, just three more times. And we'll be free.
Wooyoung will drag Nichkhun back to bed. He'll kiss Nichkhun, mapping his body with his tongue, until Nichkhun looks down at himself and finds that the blood on his hands has been washed clean.
(Wooyoung will carefully erase every stain, and as always, without Nichkhun knowing, he will take these sins and accept them as his own.)
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Something like Redemption
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung, brief Nichkhun/OC
Word count: 1533
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
something like redemption
no matter what kind of ending we create, the heart is a mystery
this is the truth that closes in like the darkness (truth, arashi)
When Nichkhun pushes the door open, with her following close behind, the first thing he sees is Wooyoung.
Wooyoung is sitting on the floor, with his back against the sofa, one knee pulled to his chest, the other stretched in front of him. The zip of his colourful sweater is pulled up halfway, and it falls open to reveal Wooyoung's collarbone and shoulders. There's a plate of half-eaten cheese cake next to him and he's sucking absently on a fork, his eyes flickering across the pages of newspaper spread out on the floor.
Wooyoung looks up, eyes flicking to the girl behind Nichkhun first, before settling on Nichkhun. He smirks a little, making Nichkhun's heart turn over tortuously, and then turns away.
She walks in, her towering heels still on. They click noisily on the floor and she rests a hand on Nichkhun's shoulder for support as she steps out of them.
Wooyoung looks over again, his gaze resting briefly on her heels, fire-engine red and dangerously high. They scream sexuality, just like she does, with her feminine curves, soft skin and pink lips. Nichkhun watches her walk ahead, bare-footed and suddenly looking a lot more vulnerable than she was a few seconds ago when she still had those heels on.
She turns around, and Nichkhun smiles at her, a charming practised smile. "My room's that way," he points. "I'll be there in a minute."
She shrugs in response, reaching up to gather her tumble of black curls into a ponytail. She disappears into Nichkhun's bedroom, hips swaying and a bounce in her step. Nichkhun pictures her sitting down on his bed, sliding off her dress, unbuckling her bra.
"She's pretty."
Nichkhun smiles. "Isn't she?" he answers blandly. They both know she isn't here because she's pretty. There are other reasons, hidden purposes and concealed agendas - there's the bigger picture to think about. She's just one of the steps they need to take to reach their aim. A means to an end.
Wooyoung gets to his feet, the sweater falling open further and exposing more skin. Nichkhun's mouth goes dry and he reaches out to tug the zip upwards. Wooyoung grabs his hand, halting him as he tries to zip up the sweater. Instead, Wooyoung forcibly guides Nichkhun's hand downwards, the sweater peeling apart easily.
Wooyoung releases Nichkhun's hand, and shrugs the sweater off. It falls uselessly to the floor, a pool of warm fabric around Wooyoung's bare feet. Nichkhun leans forward, bringing their faces closer. Wooyoung steps away, stretching the distance between them again. Nichkhun already knows this dance by heart. Push and pull.
"She's waiting," Wooyoung says, sitting down on the sofa. "Go and do what you need to do."
Nichkhun sighs, and bends over to pick up the sweater. He throws it at Wooyoung, who catches it. He wriggles his arms into the long sleeves and waves at Nichkhun, the ends of the sleeves flopping wildly in a comical manner. His eyes are laughing, narrowed into endearing half-moons.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Nichkhun walks into his room. She's standing by the bed, wearing only her underwear. Her dress lies neatly folded on his chair.
She undresses him, pressing kisses to every newly revealed inch of skin.
He pulls her against him and finds she's everything that Wooyoung is not. She's slender, soft and mysterious. There's no resistance when he bends down to kiss her, and it throws Nichkhun off for a second.
He grabs her hands, guiding them to his hips, pressing her down onto the bed. She moans, a high keen of desire, seductive and inviting. She wraps her legs around Nichkhun's hips, hooking her arms around his neck, and gasps his name - what she thinks is his name. She will never know, but he is only an illusion to her.
Nichkhun lowers his mouth to her shoulders, marking her skin. Her hands skim down his back, and she says something like oh God, yes, yes.
Outside, Wooyoung starts to sing.
Nichkhun sits on the bed, watching her get dressed. She adjusts her dress, and finger-combs her hair carefully. She looks in the mirror, licks her lips and then stretches like a cat.
She glances at him expectantly. "Aren't you going to walk me out?"
Nichkhun rolls off the bed and picks his clothes up from the floor. He only bothers with pants. He walks her out without his shirt on, kisses her on the cheek and promises to call her tomorrow. Wooyoung emerges from the kitchen the moment Nichkhun locks the door behind him.
"How did it go?" Wooyoung asks. He's holding his cellphone tightly in one hand and Nichkhun can feel the anxiety rolling off him.
"What?" Nichkhun says warily, glancing from the phone to Wooyoung and then the phone again. "Someone called?"
"We just got new instructions," Wooyoung says.
Nichkhun exhales noisily and rakes his fingers through his messy hair. "Remind me again - how long more do we have to do this?"
Wooyoung holds up four fingers. "Four more steps, and then we're done with what we owe," he says. "Apparently, we have two days to kill her."
Nichkhun looks up sharply. "They want her dead?"
Wooyoung shrugs. "Sounds like it. We follow the instructions, we execute, we don't question." He hesitates, and then walks towards Nichkhun. He puts his arms around Nichkhun, holding him close. They sway together on the spot for a little while, and Nichkhun presses his cheek against the comforting heat of Wooyoung's neck.
"Do you regret this?" Wooyoung murmurs.
Nichkhun parts his lips, darting his tongue out to taste Wooyoung's skin. It reminds him of safety, of shelter, of home. "I don't," he says. It's the truth. "Maybe it makes me a bad person, maybe it means I'll go to hell, but I'll kill as many people as I need - as long as it keeps you safe."
"I'm only one person," Wooyoung says, but there's nothing in his voice that tells Nichkhun if he means I'm not worth it or if he's just stating a fact.
"Yes," Nichkhun says. He pulls away and looks Wooyoung in the eye. "But those people are strangers. And you are you."
Wooyoung smiles slightly, a lopsided half-smile. "You know I'd do the same for you."
Nichkhun slides a hand down to grasp Wooyoung's elbow. "You already have," he whispers, and the moment the words leave his mouth, he knows that both of them are revisiting the same memory.
The gunshot. The splatter of blood, trickling down Wooyoung's face. Nichkhun screaming, screaming, screaming. Wooyoung falling to his knees, vomiting violently. Nichkhun hauling him to his feet, wrestling the gun out of Wooyoung's hands.
"Four more steps," Wooyoung says, and there's desperation in his voice. "And we'll be free."
Nichkhun kisses him. "We can go anywhere," he says. "When all this is over, we'll go somewhere far away. Somewhere we can start over."
Wooyoung frames Nichkhun's face with his hands. "What do you think about when you kill them?" he says. "When you kill her tomorrow."
Nichkhun looks surprised at the question. Wooyoung has never asked him something like this before. "You," Nichkhun says. "I always think about you."
Wooyoung smiles - uncertain, startled and secretly pleased all at once. Really, Nichkhun thinks, there's nothing like Wooyoung's smile. Not sunrise, or sunset, or the first blossoms of spring, or sprawling landscapes. Nichkhun knows he's a terrible person - selfish, cruel, ruthless and heartless, but he can't help it. He gave his heart away, and he has never once thought of wanting it back.
Tomorrow, Nichkhun will wake before Wooyoung does. He'll look at Wooyoung's sleeping figure, curled up on the bed, and notice that even in sleep, he is frowning. Notice the dark circles beneath his eyes. He'll turn off the alarm, so Wooyoung will get to sleep as much as he can and worry less. He will not leave a note when he slips out of the house.
He'll visit her. He'll kiss her, and she'll invite him in eagerly. As he steps into her house, Wooyoung will be woken by the sound of a car horn. He will find Nichkhun gone, and he will pace around the house, praying. Waiting. Wanting.
Nichkhun will shoot her the moment she turns her back on him. He will not flinch or hesitate or waver. He will think only of Wooyoung. He will make sure that he leaves no trace of himself behind. Make sure that he is not seen. Make sure that he cannot be traced.
And then he will go home to Wooyoung. He'll call and report that everything has gone according to plan, and they will be told to await further instructions. As always. He will tell himself, just three more times. And we'll be free.
Wooyoung will drag Nichkhun back to bed. He'll kiss Nichkhun, mapping his body with his tongue, until Nichkhun looks down at himself and finds that the blood on his hands has been washed clean.
(Wooyoung will carefully erase every stain, and as always, without Nichkhun knowing, he will take these sins and accept them as his own.)
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE