A Fool's Holiday (4/?)
Title: A Fool's Holiday (4/?)
Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG13?
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: .....I don't even know what to say about this one......
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (part 1) | 12 (part 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
Wooyoung woke up the next morning slightly nauseated, completely disoriented, and with a pounding headache. In addition to the aforementioned symptoms of his hangover, he was also sorer than he had ever been in his entire life. However, Wooyoung was in a state of exhaustion so extreme, he didn’t feel like adventuring a guess as to why that was.
The blank in his mind was unsettling to say the least, but Wooyoung only cared about relieving the pain in his joints and taking a very long, hot shower. He dragged himself out of his tiny bed, shuffled to his tiny bathroom, and switched on his tiny shower, turning the knob all the way up to hot. The whole time he didn’t notice his state of nakedness.
Wooyoung was still half-asleep as he lathered himself in soap, his brain barely buzzing with any activity. He still hadn’t fully woken up even after he stepped out onto the mismatched tile floor of his bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Yawning and running a hand through his dripping wet hair, he started to step past his mirror and into his room to get dressed. As he did, something in his reflection caught his eye.
“Oh shit.”
From Wooyoung’s neck to his waist, golf ball sized splotches of red littered his body, some of which were starting to turn into a bruised purple. His naturally slanted eyes were wide with shock as he slowly lifted up his towel, hoping and praying not to find another mark. Apparently, his luck had run out, because discolored patches of skin had vandalized the insides of his thighs. It didn’t take a Physics major to tell what they were.
Well, on the bright side, at least he was fully awake.
Wooyoung took a deep breath, counted to ten, and repeatedly told himself not to panic. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the mirror again, thinking that maybe he was delirious and had imagined them all. Wooyoung never thought he’d be so upset to find out he wasn’t crazy.
Seeing that they hadn’t disappeared, he leaned forward to better see his reflection and brushed his fingers over a particularly large bruise on his neck wincing as he did so.
“Fuck my life,” said Wooyoung, his voice echoing against the tiled walls. That phrase had never been more effectively used.
Wooyoung didn’t know whether to panic, or to collapse on his bed and give up on life. Both options sounded equally tempting, but before he could decide, he heard his phone go off. The shrill ring jolted Wooyoung out of his shocked daze and postponed him from making a choice on how he wanted to treat this situation.
The high-pitched jingle led Wooyoung to his bedroom door where the hoodie was still laying from before. He dug it out of the pocket and picked it up without checking to see who was calling him.
“What?” Wooyoung said in a clipped voice. He didn’t even try to be polite.
“…I let you sleep in today, and this is how you treat me. So much for friendship.” Junho’s (fake) hurt tone caused Wooyoung to feel slightly remorseful. But only slightly. His problem was more important than someone’s feelings.
“What are you talking about, it’s only-” Wooyoung looked over at his clock and blanched when he saw that it was past one in the afternoon. He was a heavy sleeper, but his alarm always woke him up. What the hell had he been drinking last night, something spiked with roofies?
Wooyoung nearly dropped his phone at that thought. The possibility he had sex with a random stranger was bad enough, but the possibility he had been taken advantage of by a random stranger was infinitely worse.
“…ready right now?” Junho asked sounding impatient.
Wooyoung gratefully switched his attention back to Junho who had been talking while he was lost in his own disturbing thoughts. Not knowing how to answer (since he hadn’t heard the question), he went with the safest bet.
“Uh, sure?” Wooyoung hoped he wouldn’t hear how confused he sounded over the phone.
“Okay I’m on my way, make sure you’re ready to leave as soon as I get there because I don’t want to be late.”
“Wait, what-?” Before he could ask what he was talking about, Junho hung up the phone.
Wooyoung gathered Junho was coming over to his apartment to pick him up, but for what he didn’t have a clue. With a dejected sigh, he tossed his phone on his bed and began digging through the mini dresser he had shoved up against the wall adjacent to his door, listing all of the medications he had to deal with hangovers in his head as he did so.
By the time Junho knocked on his door, Wooyoung had chosen to don a black turtleneck to cover his upper body entirely. If it was appropriate for wherever they were going, Wooyoung decided he would be nice to everyone he knew for the rest of the month. When he let Junho in, however, his hopes were dashed with a single look from his friend that clearly asked, “The hell is that?”
Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably under Junho’s incredulous gaze and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he asked, “So are we going or what?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Junho asked as he stared at Wooyoung’s outfit. “How are you supposed to dance dressed like a coffee drinking beatnik?”
“Dance?”
Junho gave Wooyoung another look similar to before. “We have practice at two; I told you that over the phone.”
“Right.” Wooyoung, who was still not clear of what had taken place in his bedroom while he was drunk, wasn’t in the mood for practice, and his body was in a similar condition to his mental state. Plus, Junho was right; he couldn’t dance wearing a turtleneck. Wooyoung wasn’t planning on waltzing into the studio wearing a t-shirt that exposed some of his hickeys, either. That was a scenario he wanted to avoid at all cost.
Instead of explaining this to Junho for obvious reasons, Wooyoung said, “It’s cold,” and added afterward, “Plus, I’m not dancing, anyway.”
“You do realize our performance for the final is in a few days, right?”
Of course, Wooyoung knew, but he had already memorized the chorography to a point where he could do it in his sleep. On a normal day he still would have showed up despite this, he loved to dance; why did he need a reason to do it? But today didn’t really fit into that category of “normal”.
Junho was Wooyoung’s first friend when he started college, and they knew each other inside and out. If Wooyoung didn’t explain himself fast, Junho was going to get suspicious. He thought it would be better if he told him the truth before he started to think up the worst possibility.
Junho was still standing in the open doorway, so Wooyoung pulled him inside and closed the door behind him, ignoring his protests.
“What the hell are you-” Before Junho could finish, Wooyoung lifted up his shirt revealing his marked up body. Junho’s mouth opened and closed in a way that reminded Wooyoung of a fish. He wasn’t quite sure what to say and just stood there.
“Are those…?” Junho trailed off not being able to finish his question. Wooyoung nodded in confirmation and let his sweater drop.
“Oh.”
When that single syllable dropped out of Junho’s mouth, a silent understanding formed between them. Practice definitely wasn’t the top priority on today’s agenda.
Pretty soon, they were sitting at the small table in Wooyoung’s kitchen area staring at each other in silence across the linoleum surface.
“So,” Junho started, finally breaking the silence. “Was she hot?”
“I don’t know.” Wooyoung kept his face blank and waited to see Junho’s reaction. But to his chagrin, Junho kept his face as unreadable as he did. Wooyoung was almost positive Junho would understand the point he was trying to make, but because his face hadn’t moved in the slightest, he was worried he was going to have to say it outright.
He didn’t want to admit he got wasted and hooked up with a stranger. What was even worse was that he didn’t remember who the stranger was at all, and Junho had even specifically told him not to go out drinking last night because he had a tendency to binge when he was upset.
“I’m guessing that means you don’t remember anything.” Junho said slowly, and Wooyoung was relieved he took the hint.
“Nope.” Which was true, he didn’t remember anything, for the most part, at least. But Junho didn’t need to know that.
He didn’t need to know that Wooyoung remembered someone promising to spend the night with him, promising not to leave him, promising to fill that hole of loneliness that had settled in his heart somewhere along the way. Wooyoung had grown used to the longing ache and lived with it. Ignored it, even.
It wasn’t that hard for him. There had never been anyone in his life to fill the gap in his heart. How can a person miss something they never had? But after last night, he could clearly feel that loneliness weighing down inside of him as if it was a new wound, as if there had always been someone there to make his heart whole.
Junho didn’t need to know that the feeling Wooyoung hadn’t noticed for years had suddenly resurfaced with a vengeance, that he wished he had seen who had made that promise, that he missed that person, of all things.
“That’s…busted.” Junho replied hesitantly.
“Yeah, it is.”
Junho didn’t need to know that they weren’t talking about the same thing.
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Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG13?
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: .....I don't even know what to say about this one......
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (part 1) | 12 (part 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
Wooyoung woke up the next morning slightly nauseated, completely disoriented, and with a pounding headache. In addition to the aforementioned symptoms of his hangover, he was also sorer than he had ever been in his entire life. However, Wooyoung was in a state of exhaustion so extreme, he didn’t feel like adventuring a guess as to why that was.
The blank in his mind was unsettling to say the least, but Wooyoung only cared about relieving the pain in his joints and taking a very long, hot shower. He dragged himself out of his tiny bed, shuffled to his tiny bathroom, and switched on his tiny shower, turning the knob all the way up to hot. The whole time he didn’t notice his state of nakedness.
Wooyoung was still half-asleep as he lathered himself in soap, his brain barely buzzing with any activity. He still hadn’t fully woken up even after he stepped out onto the mismatched tile floor of his bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Yawning and running a hand through his dripping wet hair, he started to step past his mirror and into his room to get dressed. As he did, something in his reflection caught his eye.
“Oh shit.”
From Wooyoung’s neck to his waist, golf ball sized splotches of red littered his body, some of which were starting to turn into a bruised purple. His naturally slanted eyes were wide with shock as he slowly lifted up his towel, hoping and praying not to find another mark. Apparently, his luck had run out, because discolored patches of skin had vandalized the insides of his thighs. It didn’t take a Physics major to tell what they were.
Well, on the bright side, at least he was fully awake.
Wooyoung took a deep breath, counted to ten, and repeatedly told himself not to panic. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the mirror again, thinking that maybe he was delirious and had imagined them all. Wooyoung never thought he’d be so upset to find out he wasn’t crazy.
Seeing that they hadn’t disappeared, he leaned forward to better see his reflection and brushed his fingers over a particularly large bruise on his neck wincing as he did so.
“Fuck my life,” said Wooyoung, his voice echoing against the tiled walls. That phrase had never been more effectively used.
Wooyoung didn’t know whether to panic, or to collapse on his bed and give up on life. Both options sounded equally tempting, but before he could decide, he heard his phone go off. The shrill ring jolted Wooyoung out of his shocked daze and postponed him from making a choice on how he wanted to treat this situation.
The high-pitched jingle led Wooyoung to his bedroom door where the hoodie was still laying from before. He dug it out of the pocket and picked it up without checking to see who was calling him.
“What?” Wooyoung said in a clipped voice. He didn’t even try to be polite.
“…I let you sleep in today, and this is how you treat me. So much for friendship.” Junho’s (fake) hurt tone caused Wooyoung to feel slightly remorseful. But only slightly. His problem was more important than someone’s feelings.
“What are you talking about, it’s only-” Wooyoung looked over at his clock and blanched when he saw that it was past one in the afternoon. He was a heavy sleeper, but his alarm always woke him up. What the hell had he been drinking last night, something spiked with roofies?
Wooyoung nearly dropped his phone at that thought. The possibility he had sex with a random stranger was bad enough, but the possibility he had been taken advantage of by a random stranger was infinitely worse.
“…ready right now?” Junho asked sounding impatient.
Wooyoung gratefully switched his attention back to Junho who had been talking while he was lost in his own disturbing thoughts. Not knowing how to answer (since he hadn’t heard the question), he went with the safest bet.
“Uh, sure?” Wooyoung hoped he wouldn’t hear how confused he sounded over the phone.
“Okay I’m on my way, make sure you’re ready to leave as soon as I get there because I don’t want to be late.”
“Wait, what-?” Before he could ask what he was talking about, Junho hung up the phone.
Wooyoung gathered Junho was coming over to his apartment to pick him up, but for what he didn’t have a clue. With a dejected sigh, he tossed his phone on his bed and began digging through the mini dresser he had shoved up against the wall adjacent to his door, listing all of the medications he had to deal with hangovers in his head as he did so.
By the time Junho knocked on his door, Wooyoung had chosen to don a black turtleneck to cover his upper body entirely. If it was appropriate for wherever they were going, Wooyoung decided he would be nice to everyone he knew for the rest of the month. When he let Junho in, however, his hopes were dashed with a single look from his friend that clearly asked, “The hell is that?”
Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably under Junho’s incredulous gaze and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he asked, “So are we going or what?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Junho asked as he stared at Wooyoung’s outfit. “How are you supposed to dance dressed like a coffee drinking beatnik?”
“Dance?”
Junho gave Wooyoung another look similar to before. “We have practice at two; I told you that over the phone.”
“Right.” Wooyoung, who was still not clear of what had taken place in his bedroom while he was drunk, wasn’t in the mood for practice, and his body was in a similar condition to his mental state. Plus, Junho was right; he couldn’t dance wearing a turtleneck. Wooyoung wasn’t planning on waltzing into the studio wearing a t-shirt that exposed some of his hickeys, either. That was a scenario he wanted to avoid at all cost.
Instead of explaining this to Junho for obvious reasons, Wooyoung said, “It’s cold,” and added afterward, “Plus, I’m not dancing, anyway.”
“You do realize our performance for the final is in a few days, right?”
Of course, Wooyoung knew, but he had already memorized the chorography to a point where he could do it in his sleep. On a normal day he still would have showed up despite this, he loved to dance; why did he need a reason to do it? But today didn’t really fit into that category of “normal”.
Junho was Wooyoung’s first friend when he started college, and they knew each other inside and out. If Wooyoung didn’t explain himself fast, Junho was going to get suspicious. He thought it would be better if he told him the truth before he started to think up the worst possibility.
Junho was still standing in the open doorway, so Wooyoung pulled him inside and closed the door behind him, ignoring his protests.
“What the hell are you-” Before Junho could finish, Wooyoung lifted up his shirt revealing his marked up body. Junho’s mouth opened and closed in a way that reminded Wooyoung of a fish. He wasn’t quite sure what to say and just stood there.
“Are those…?” Junho trailed off not being able to finish his question. Wooyoung nodded in confirmation and let his sweater drop.
“Oh.”
When that single syllable dropped out of Junho’s mouth, a silent understanding formed between them. Practice definitely wasn’t the top priority on today’s agenda.
Pretty soon, they were sitting at the small table in Wooyoung’s kitchen area staring at each other in silence across the linoleum surface.
“So,” Junho started, finally breaking the silence. “Was she hot?”
“I don’t know.” Wooyoung kept his face blank and waited to see Junho’s reaction. But to his chagrin, Junho kept his face as unreadable as he did. Wooyoung was almost positive Junho would understand the point he was trying to make, but because his face hadn’t moved in the slightest, he was worried he was going to have to say it outright.
He didn’t want to admit he got wasted and hooked up with a stranger. What was even worse was that he didn’t remember who the stranger was at all, and Junho had even specifically told him not to go out drinking last night because he had a tendency to binge when he was upset.
“I’m guessing that means you don’t remember anything.” Junho said slowly, and Wooyoung was relieved he took the hint.
“Nope.” Which was true, he didn’t remember anything, for the most part, at least. But Junho didn’t need to know that.
He didn’t need to know that Wooyoung remembered someone promising to spend the night with him, promising not to leave him, promising to fill that hole of loneliness that had settled in his heart somewhere along the way. Wooyoung had grown used to the longing ache and lived with it. Ignored it, even.
It wasn’t that hard for him. There had never been anyone in his life to fill the gap in his heart. How can a person miss something they never had? But after last night, he could clearly feel that loneliness weighing down inside of him as if it was a new wound, as if there had always been someone there to make his heart whole.
Junho didn’t need to know that the feeling Wooyoung hadn’t noticed for years had suddenly resurfaced with a vengeance, that he wished he had seen who had made that promise, that he missed that person, of all things.
“That’s…busted.” Junho replied hesitantly.
“Yeah, it is.”
Junho didn’t need to know that they weren’t talking about the same thing.
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