[fic] blindness
Blindness (or, The Fic That Didn't Turn Out Anything Like The Movie At All)
pg13 - Wooyoung/Nichkhun [very slight Wooyoung/Junho]
1626ws.
a/n: first 2pm fic alksdjkajskdj. based slightly on the premises of the movie “Blindness” but not nearly as angsty or dramatic. at all. more like crack and fluff. ;__; also, first post under new lj, woohoo~
it happens between blinks.
wooyoung is laughing over the phone to a friend, sidestepping the people rushing through the sidewalks. he laughs particularly loud, grins at the people that stare at him, blinks, then everything turns white.
he stops. he rubs at his eyes, blinks again, feels his heart start to beat faster.
"wooyoung? wooyoung-ah, is something the matter?"
"junho, i can't see."
-
they call it the white sickness, wooyoung hears over the television.
he and junho are hiding out in his apartment, they haven't left since they'd heard the rumors of the government taking people, taking them away and never bringing them back.
"what do you think they do to them?" junho asks.
wooyoung shrugs. "i have no idea..." he pauses, continues in a quiet voice. "junho, i'm sorry, if i'd known it was contagious i wouldn't have called you- i wouldn't have come-"
"shut up," junho growls, hitting him on the shoulder. how he manages to find wooyoung's shoulder at all is a mystery. "i would've gotten it from someone else, if not from you."
-
"hey junho, guess what, guess what?"
wooyoung feels the air as junho turns in his direction. "what?"
"i'm totally pelvic thrusting against your thigh and you can't see me~!"
junho does his trick again, the one where he can hit wooyoung dead on, no matter what.
-
"i had a crush on you when we first met." junho sounds slightly wistful, slightly amused.
wooyoung stares up at the ceiling. he can pretend he's looking at it for real, because the white of his world is the same white he remembers the ceiling being. he grins at junho's words. "really? well, of course, that's to be expected, i am pretty hot."
"but the crush went away the moment you opened your mouth and i realized you were a complete idiot." junho laughs.
wooyoung throws an arm out in junho's direction and manages to slap him across the back.
-
wooyoung feels his way to the window of the apartment, holds his breath to try and listen to the world outside.
"anything?" junho is pressed against his back, trying to listen over wooyoung's back.
"nope. just- absolutely nothing. like the world is dead..."
"maybe it is." junho pulls away; wooyoung hears him hit the table as he goes back to his spot on the couch. he hits it every time.
wooyoung scoffs. "the disease makes you blind, it doesn't kill you, stupid. don't say depressing things around me, you're bringing down my chi." he turns away from the window, does a little dance no one can see when he doesn't hit the table that junho hits.
"you're korean, you don't have chi."
"you're racist."
-
wooyoung can feel the early morning mist when he ventures out of the apartment. junho is still sleeping, wooyoung had heard his soft snores from across the bed as he'd slipped out.
he wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew that he'd go crazy if he had to stay in his apartment for another hour more. that, and he's tired of living off of the cans of baked beans taek had bought as a joke almost six months away. (he wonders how taek is doing in boston, hopes and hopes that they hadn't taken him.)
he takes the steps down very slowly, pressed against the wall. he doesn't know if the government is still trying to take people away, but he doesn't want to take the chance. he tries to remember where the windows are, and to stay down.
the first beams of light that hit his face when he steps out of the apartment is the best thing he's felt since everything started.
wooyoung can't help himself, he laughs and spins in a circle with his arms wide, laughs and feels good just to be alive- before something knocks into him, hands grabbing at his clothes, his hair, his face.
"what've you got, give it to me give it to me, what've you got!"
wooyoung kicks and struggles, tries to get enough air into his lungs to cry out. "let go- fuck- let go of me let go-"
a sudden breeze of air and the weight is lifted off of him, letting him breathe. he rolls over onto his hands and knees, pants, listens to the sounds of yelling and struggling and then a dull thud against the ground.
"hey, are you okay?"
wooyoung jerks a little at the sound of the voice, turns to it. it's panting but soft, and with maybe the hint of an accent. "i'm okay, are you- did you-"
"he won't grab for you again." hands wrap around his and help him up; long fingers and a wide palm, soft almost like a girl's.
wooyoung turns his head to the direction of the voice, unfamiliar but soothing. "thank you, for saving me. i forgot i was supposed to be hiding." he laughs a bit, shaking in relief. "i'm wooyoung." he thrusts a hand out, and it's grabbed, shaken.
"nichkhun. nice to meet you, i think?" the soft voice rises in equally lilting laughter, and wooyoung can't help but grin in response.
"the circumstances could be better, definitely."
-
on the way up to wooyoung's apartment, he learns that nichkhun can see.
he has to stop, leaning against the rail of the stairway and looking in the direction he thinks nichkhun is at. "no shit? how many fingers am i holding up?"
nichkhun laughs again, takes wooyoung's hand. "three. or two fingers and a thumb, if you want to be smart."
wooyoung shakes his head and starts back up the stairs, counting the turns to get to the fifth floor. "wait 'til junho hears, he's going to be so jealous."
and he is, running into the damned table again in his excitement. "man, you can see? that's not fair, i thought the sickness made everyone blind! have you been touched by anyone with the sickness? how can you be immune, that's so not fair!"
wooyoung just laughs and tells nichkhun to go ahead and check out the apartment.
-
it turns out that nichkhun is a gentleman.
he helps junho up every time he falls and doesn't just laugh like wooyoung does. he goes out and finds food for them, tries to cook them meals. (sometimes they're edible, sometimes they're not, it's like a game.)
when wooyoung keeps running into the wall beside the bathroom, always turning too early, nichkhun goes and manages to attach a pillow to the wall so wooyoung doesn't run into the wall anymore.
when wooyoung hits the pillow and bounces off, he thinks it would be just downright impossible not to fall for nichkhun.
-
"do you know what day today is, nichkhun? we were counting, but we kept forgetting days." junho's voice calls out from the kitchen, finishing breakfast, eggs and rice and toast, edible this week.
nichkhun's voice rumbles from underneath wooyoung's cheek, as he's taken up using nichkhun as his personal pillow. (wooyoung is not at all opposed to admitting that it's mostly because nichkhun smells amazing, and because from what he can feel through nichkhun's clothes, the other man has a body.) "i have no idea either, actually. i stopped checking after a few days."
wooyoung rises up a little to blink at him, trying to imagine what kind of face nichkhun has beyond the white he sees. "how's it like out there, anyways? is everyone really affected?" he can feel the movement as nichkhun nods.
"everyone. the government tried for a while to round up everyone who was infected, keep it contained, but it spread too fast for them to catch. it's like a wasteland out there. people just stumble back and forth, fight for shelter and food and whatever else they can get their hands on... you guys are really better off in here."
-
it's when nichkhun helps wooyoung vacuum the living room carpet that wooyoung kisses him.
nichkhun has a hand on wooyoung's waist and the other on the handle of the vacuum, and something about it just seems perfect.
wooyoung turns his head, leans forward, and ends up kissing nichkhun's shoulder.
nichkhun doesn't stop laughing until wooyoung stomps on his foot and grabs his face and kisses him properly.
-
"you two make me sick," junho says when he walks in on wooyoung and nichkhun making out for the third time.
wooyoung only laughs as he pulls away from nichkhun. "you're just jealous because you're alone."
"i hate you," junho tells him, and the shoe he throws manages to hit wooyoung in the thigh.
-
wooyoung wakes up one morning and when he blinks, he realizes that the world of white he's been living in has depth, shape. he blinks again and he sees color. once more and he sees the room he's sleeping in.
"WOOHOOO!" he jumps out of the bed, stumbles and finds out that his depth perception is still shot.
"shit- wooyoung? wooyoung, are you okay?"
wooyoung spins around, shaky, and he takes in the blurry figure rising from the bed, heading towards him. he reaches out, still laughing. "nichkhun? khun? i can see you!"
nichkhun gets closer and closer and wooyoung laughs even harder when he sees the soft slant of nichkhun's eyes and the light brown of his hair.
"you can see me?" nichkhun reaches out and wooyoung takes his hand, pulls him close.
wooyoung's laughter softens, and he sets his palm against nichkhun's face. "you didn't tell me you were so pretty."
nichkhun shakes his head, laughs in disbelief. "didn't think it mattered."
with every breath that wooyoung takes in, nichkhun gets clearer. with every blink he takes, the colors get a little brighter. he leans in and he kisses nichkhun's smiling mouth on the first try.
"WOOYOUNG! WOOYOUNG I CAN FUCKING SEE!"
junho's voice rings out in the apartment and his laughter fills the air.
-
"It seems that slowly, the effects of the White Sickness are reversing. There are multiple confirmed cases of sight coming back, with many more coming in as we speak. No one is sure exactly how the Sickness is reversing, but the Department of Health has released a statement..."
pg13 - Wooyoung/Nichkhun [very slight Wooyoung/Junho]
1626ws.
a/n: first 2pm fic alksdjkajskdj. based slightly on the premises of the movie “Blindness” but not nearly as angsty or dramatic. at all. more like crack and fluff. ;__; also, first post under new lj, woohoo~
it happens between blinks.
wooyoung is laughing over the phone to a friend, sidestepping the people rushing through the sidewalks. he laughs particularly loud, grins at the people that stare at him, blinks, then everything turns white.
he stops. he rubs at his eyes, blinks again, feels his heart start to beat faster.
"wooyoung? wooyoung-ah, is something the matter?"
"junho, i can't see."
-
they call it the white sickness, wooyoung hears over the television.
he and junho are hiding out in his apartment, they haven't left since they'd heard the rumors of the government taking people, taking them away and never bringing them back.
"what do you think they do to them?" junho asks.
wooyoung shrugs. "i have no idea..." he pauses, continues in a quiet voice. "junho, i'm sorry, if i'd known it was contagious i wouldn't have called you- i wouldn't have come-"
"shut up," junho growls, hitting him on the shoulder. how he manages to find wooyoung's shoulder at all is a mystery. "i would've gotten it from someone else, if not from you."
-
"hey junho, guess what, guess what?"
wooyoung feels the air as junho turns in his direction. "what?"
"i'm totally pelvic thrusting against your thigh and you can't see me~!"
junho does his trick again, the one where he can hit wooyoung dead on, no matter what.
-
"i had a crush on you when we first met." junho sounds slightly wistful, slightly amused.
wooyoung stares up at the ceiling. he can pretend he's looking at it for real, because the white of his world is the same white he remembers the ceiling being. he grins at junho's words. "really? well, of course, that's to be expected, i am pretty hot."
"but the crush went away the moment you opened your mouth and i realized you were a complete idiot." junho laughs.
wooyoung throws an arm out in junho's direction and manages to slap him across the back.
-
wooyoung feels his way to the window of the apartment, holds his breath to try and listen to the world outside.
"anything?" junho is pressed against his back, trying to listen over wooyoung's back.
"nope. just- absolutely nothing. like the world is dead..."
"maybe it is." junho pulls away; wooyoung hears him hit the table as he goes back to his spot on the couch. he hits it every time.
wooyoung scoffs. "the disease makes you blind, it doesn't kill you, stupid. don't say depressing things around me, you're bringing down my chi." he turns away from the window, does a little dance no one can see when he doesn't hit the table that junho hits.
"you're korean, you don't have chi."
"you're racist."
-
wooyoung can feel the early morning mist when he ventures out of the apartment. junho is still sleeping, wooyoung had heard his soft snores from across the bed as he'd slipped out.
he wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew that he'd go crazy if he had to stay in his apartment for another hour more. that, and he's tired of living off of the cans of baked beans taek had bought as a joke almost six months away. (he wonders how taek is doing in boston, hopes and hopes that they hadn't taken him.)
he takes the steps down very slowly, pressed against the wall. he doesn't know if the government is still trying to take people away, but he doesn't want to take the chance. he tries to remember where the windows are, and to stay down.
the first beams of light that hit his face when he steps out of the apartment is the best thing he's felt since everything started.
wooyoung can't help himself, he laughs and spins in a circle with his arms wide, laughs and feels good just to be alive- before something knocks into him, hands grabbing at his clothes, his hair, his face.
"what've you got, give it to me give it to me, what've you got!"
wooyoung kicks and struggles, tries to get enough air into his lungs to cry out. "let go- fuck- let go of me let go-"
a sudden breeze of air and the weight is lifted off of him, letting him breathe. he rolls over onto his hands and knees, pants, listens to the sounds of yelling and struggling and then a dull thud against the ground.
"hey, are you okay?"
wooyoung jerks a little at the sound of the voice, turns to it. it's panting but soft, and with maybe the hint of an accent. "i'm okay, are you- did you-"
"he won't grab for you again." hands wrap around his and help him up; long fingers and a wide palm, soft almost like a girl's.
wooyoung turns his head to the direction of the voice, unfamiliar but soothing. "thank you, for saving me. i forgot i was supposed to be hiding." he laughs a bit, shaking in relief. "i'm wooyoung." he thrusts a hand out, and it's grabbed, shaken.
"nichkhun. nice to meet you, i think?" the soft voice rises in equally lilting laughter, and wooyoung can't help but grin in response.
"the circumstances could be better, definitely."
-
on the way up to wooyoung's apartment, he learns that nichkhun can see.
he has to stop, leaning against the rail of the stairway and looking in the direction he thinks nichkhun is at. "no shit? how many fingers am i holding up?"
nichkhun laughs again, takes wooyoung's hand. "three. or two fingers and a thumb, if you want to be smart."
wooyoung shakes his head and starts back up the stairs, counting the turns to get to the fifth floor. "wait 'til junho hears, he's going to be so jealous."
and he is, running into the damned table again in his excitement. "man, you can see? that's not fair, i thought the sickness made everyone blind! have you been touched by anyone with the sickness? how can you be immune, that's so not fair!"
wooyoung just laughs and tells nichkhun to go ahead and check out the apartment.
-
it turns out that nichkhun is a gentleman.
he helps junho up every time he falls and doesn't just laugh like wooyoung does. he goes out and finds food for them, tries to cook them meals. (sometimes they're edible, sometimes they're not, it's like a game.)
when wooyoung keeps running into the wall beside the bathroom, always turning too early, nichkhun goes and manages to attach a pillow to the wall so wooyoung doesn't run into the wall anymore.
when wooyoung hits the pillow and bounces off, he thinks it would be just downright impossible not to fall for nichkhun.
-
"do you know what day today is, nichkhun? we were counting, but we kept forgetting days." junho's voice calls out from the kitchen, finishing breakfast, eggs and rice and toast, edible this week.
nichkhun's voice rumbles from underneath wooyoung's cheek, as he's taken up using nichkhun as his personal pillow. (wooyoung is not at all opposed to admitting that it's mostly because nichkhun smells amazing, and because from what he can feel through nichkhun's clothes, the other man has a body.) "i have no idea either, actually. i stopped checking after a few days."
wooyoung rises up a little to blink at him, trying to imagine what kind of face nichkhun has beyond the white he sees. "how's it like out there, anyways? is everyone really affected?" he can feel the movement as nichkhun nods.
"everyone. the government tried for a while to round up everyone who was infected, keep it contained, but it spread too fast for them to catch. it's like a wasteland out there. people just stumble back and forth, fight for shelter and food and whatever else they can get their hands on... you guys are really better off in here."
-
it's when nichkhun helps wooyoung vacuum the living room carpet that wooyoung kisses him.
nichkhun has a hand on wooyoung's waist and the other on the handle of the vacuum, and something about it just seems perfect.
wooyoung turns his head, leans forward, and ends up kissing nichkhun's shoulder.
nichkhun doesn't stop laughing until wooyoung stomps on his foot and grabs his face and kisses him properly.
-
"you two make me sick," junho says when he walks in on wooyoung and nichkhun making out for the third time.
wooyoung only laughs as he pulls away from nichkhun. "you're just jealous because you're alone."
"i hate you," junho tells him, and the shoe he throws manages to hit wooyoung in the thigh.
-
wooyoung wakes up one morning and when he blinks, he realizes that the world of white he's been living in has depth, shape. he blinks again and he sees color. once more and he sees the room he's sleeping in.
"WOOHOOO!" he jumps out of the bed, stumbles and finds out that his depth perception is still shot.
"shit- wooyoung? wooyoung, are you okay?"
wooyoung spins around, shaky, and he takes in the blurry figure rising from the bed, heading towards him. he reaches out, still laughing. "nichkhun? khun? i can see you!"
nichkhun gets closer and closer and wooyoung laughs even harder when he sees the soft slant of nichkhun's eyes and the light brown of his hair.
"you can see me?" nichkhun reaches out and wooyoung takes his hand, pulls him close.
wooyoung's laughter softens, and he sets his palm against nichkhun's face. "you didn't tell me you were so pretty."
nichkhun shakes his head, laughs in disbelief. "didn't think it mattered."
with every breath that wooyoung takes in, nichkhun gets clearer. with every blink he takes, the colors get a little brighter. he leans in and he kisses nichkhun's smiling mouth on the first try.
"WOOYOUNG! WOOYOUNG I CAN FUCKING SEE!"
junho's voice rings out in the apartment and his laughter fills the air.
-
"It seems that slowly, the effects of the White Sickness are reversing. There are multiple confirmed cases of sight coming back, with many more coming in as we speak. No one is sure exactly how the Sickness is reversing, but the Department of Health has released a statement..."