(episode ii) blame it on the alcohol
(episode ii) blame it on the alcohol
nichkhun/victoria
pg-13, ~395w
the alcohol they down isn't as strong as victoria would like, but it's enough to make her admit that his ears are kind of adorable
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her fingers brush his bottom lip as she feeds him the lettuce wrap during a recording break.
it's soft to the touch, pliable and a little chapped at the edges, and victoria resists the urge to linger. nichkhun's eyes lock with hers, a mixture of confusion and something else (she's not sure if she wants to find out what it is), before a small smirks tugs at the corner of his lips.
victoria flushes a bright red, and consequently resolves not to stare at his mouth for the rest of filming.
(it's harder than she expects when nichkhun smiles and laughs and pouts so goddamn much.)
it's surprisingly easy to talk to him, and she isn't as self-conscious about her awkward korean because he's just as bad.
the alcohol they down isn't as strong as victoria would like, but it's enough to make her admit that his ears are kind of adorable, or something to that extent (but not enough to make her admit that the rest of his face going red at her words is the fucking cutest thing she's ever seen).
she also blames the alcohol for the sudden outburst that of course nichkhun could sing, and that they instantly head to a noraebang to prove it. victoria's still sober enough to see the amusement dancing in his eyes, and the quirk of his full, full lips.
it sends a shiver down her spine.
(perhaps it isn't such a good idea to be a darkened room with the most beautiful boy she's ever seen.)
she feigns disbelief and wrinkles her nose at his apparent clubbing habits, but his eyes are wide and repentant and she couldn't possibly stay mad at that.
(victoria can't even imagine what nichkhun will get away with in the future with just a simple doe-eyed smile and candy-coated words.)
so they find themselves in a noraebang room, laughing and smiling and dancing and she doesn't think it could get any better.
nichkhun apparently thinks so too, sneaking glances at her as he serenades nothing better. victoria feels a shy grin tug at her lips, a blush rising on her cheeks and thinks that this boy definitely knows how to charm the ladies.
it doesn't stop her chest from feeling all warm and tight, like a hand reached out and squeezed her heart.
(she blames it on the alcohol.)
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nichkhun/victoria
pg-13, ~395w
the alcohol they down isn't as strong as victoria would like, but it's enough to make her admit that his ears are kind of adorable
-
her fingers brush his bottom lip as she feeds him the lettuce wrap during a recording break.
it's soft to the touch, pliable and a little chapped at the edges, and victoria resists the urge to linger. nichkhun's eyes lock with hers, a mixture of confusion and something else (she's not sure if she wants to find out what it is), before a small smirks tugs at the corner of his lips.
victoria flushes a bright red, and consequently resolves not to stare at his mouth for the rest of filming.
(it's harder than she expects when nichkhun smiles and laughs and pouts so goddamn much.)
it's surprisingly easy to talk to him, and she isn't as self-conscious about her awkward korean because he's just as bad.
the alcohol they down isn't as strong as victoria would like, but it's enough to make her admit that his ears are kind of adorable, or something to that extent (but not enough to make her admit that the rest of his face going red at her words is the fucking cutest thing she's ever seen).
she also blames the alcohol for the sudden outburst that of course nichkhun could sing, and that they instantly head to a noraebang to prove it. victoria's still sober enough to see the amusement dancing in his eyes, and the quirk of his full, full lips.
it sends a shiver down her spine.
(perhaps it isn't such a good idea to be a darkened room with the most beautiful boy she's ever seen.)
she feigns disbelief and wrinkles her nose at his apparent clubbing habits, but his eyes are wide and repentant and she couldn't possibly stay mad at that.
(victoria can't even imagine what nichkhun will get away with in the future with just a simple doe-eyed smile and candy-coated words.)
so they find themselves in a noraebang room, laughing and smiling and dancing and she doesn't think it could get any better.
nichkhun apparently thinks so too, sneaking glances at her as he serenades nothing better. victoria feels a shy grin tug at her lips, a blush rising on her cheeks and thinks that this boy definitely knows how to charm the ladies.
it doesn't stop her chest from feeling all warm and tight, like a hand reached out and squeezed her heart.
(she blames it on the alcohol.)
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