Banana Rations
Title: Banana Rations
Pairing: KhunYoung
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing and implied sexual situations)
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOOYOUNG! 8] What a present eh? xD; Kinda like my present to Jonghyun... -Shifty eyes.-
Gonna dedicate this to my roleplay Wooyoung. :] Happy birthday baby boy, umma loves you lots and hopes you and Nichkhun go far far far together~ <33
By the way... THIS IS SO CRACKTASTIC, IDEK.
Be ready for improper grammar and run-on sentences.
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Why did he have such horrible luck?
Wooyoung sighed and sunk into the couch cushions, utterly depressed. For once no one was in the 2PM dorms, they had all gone out on some sort of schedule -- without Wooyoung.
How could this be? He could understand Taec doing his drama, or Junho doing dream team - even Chansung would be in the weight room and Junsu would probably be off in the recording studio nitpicking over their latest album. Nichkhun would probably be off doing some CF for eyebrow waxing or something, who knew.
But why didn’t Wooyoung have anything to do?
He wasn’t as stellar of a singer as Junsu but he was getting better. And Junho was sort of showing him up in the dancing scene but Wooyoung was totally still the best… and Taec’s aegyo was starting to overrun Wooyoung’s ang ang routine.
“Maaaa, what the hell!?” Wooyoung burst out, folding his arms over his chest and scowling at the television in front of him. He tried to bury himself between the cushions of the couch, hoping that maybe he could just be swallowed up by the couch completely, and maybe he wouldn’t be around when the other members got home and they’d worry about him? And then they might realize that WooToshio really was important for 2PM?
And it wasn’t just that.
Today was Wooyoung’s twenty-second birthday (technically, twenty-first, but Westerners are weird) and no one was around.
Why, why, why?!
He made a rather ridiculous facial expression at the television, a mixture between his ang ang and his scream from their latest MV, and he ended up flailing his arms and throwing himself off of the sofa, rolling around on the hard wood floor.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I not brush my teeth well enough this morning and everyone had to leave? Is my body odor too much to stand? Should I have not visited Junsu and Taecyeon in their dirty bedroom this morning because scent is still clinging to me? Do I have eye boogers? Dandruff? A rash in an awkward spot?”
“Wooyoung-ah,” Nichkhun’s voice reached his ears, and Wooyoung instantly rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin up, smiling brightly at his hyung, “… what are you doing?”
“Wondering where everyone went,” Wooyoung said, his smile turning into ang ang quickly.
Khun merely smiled angelically and shut the door behind him, taking off his shoes and kicking them off in the entry way, adding to the disgustingly huge pile of shoes and socks that were there. It was a wonder it didn’t smell.
“We all just had schedules today. Were you lonely?”
Khun’s Korean was still slightly accented, and Wooyoung loved it whenever he could detect the foreign hints in his pronunciation. He thought it was adorable. That the Thai Prince Khun was perfect at everything except Korean.
“I was,” Wooyoung sat up and stretched his legs in front of him as Nichkhun walked by; the younger reached out and made grabby-hands and whined. “Hyuuuuung.”
Nichkhun continued walking, however, and made his way into the kitchen. Wooyoung dropped his hands and huffed, steam coming from his nose as he wriggled his lips in distaste and watched as the Thai man got a bottled water out of the fridge.
“Hyuuuuung.”
Khun opened the water bottle and took a sip. Wooyoung thrust his body onto the floor and snaked over towards his hyung much like a reptile, arms and legs making swimming motions as he moved his body across the wood floor. Once he reached Khun, his hand tugged on the man’s pant leg, and Khun either didn’t notice him or was ignoring him as he shut the fridge and managed to knock Wooyoung directly in the face.
“Gngh!”
The younger rolled onto his back and covered his face, hoping that his nose wasn’t bleeding, as he watched Nichkhun move over towards the cabinets, searching through the various flavors of packaged ramen. Watching his hyung, upside down, Wooyoung wiggled his nose and pursed his lips, making what he called the ‘bunny ang ang’ face. Khun still ignored him or didn’t notice him as he put a pot of water on the stove and turned on the burner, pulling down chicken flavored ramen.
“Hyuuuuuung!” Wooyoung’s whine was more persistent this time, bordering on annoying, and finally Khun glanced down.
“Need something, Woo?”
Wooyoung glared and flipped himself over, standing up and dusting off his front as he put his hands on his hips and scrunched up his features.
“You’re ignoring me.”
Khun smiled, “I’m choosing not to acknowledge you.”
“Same thing!” Wooyoung whined, shaking his shoulders and bringing his fists up to his chest.
Nichkhun flinched and moved over, grabbing Wooyoung by the shoulders and sitting him down in a chair at the table, chuckling lightly.
“What’s with you today? You’re aegyo is about to clog my arteries and give me an aneurysm,” Khun said as he moved back towards the stove.
“When did you learn the word ‘aneurysm’?” Wooyoung asked, suddenly distracted from his plot to get Khun’s attention, not realizing that he already had it.
Khun shrugged, “I told Junsu the other day that when he sang this obnoxious vein bulged in his throat, and I said it would cause his brain to explode, and then Taec told me the word ‘aneurysm’. I knew it in English but I didn’t know there was a Korean equivalent.”
Wooyoung bristled, native pride surfacing, “Why wouldn’t there be a Korean equivalent for that word?”
“Aneurysm,” Nichkhun said in English, and Wooyoung gave him just about the most stupid expression he’d ever seen cross the dancer’s face. Smirking and chuckling, Khun put the instant noodles in the pot. “See? Weird words like that, I just don’t know if they exist anywhere else.”
“Oh,” Wooyoung said, resting an elbow on the table and scratching at the wood with his fingernail. He should really clip his nails, his hands were starting to look girly. … More girly than usual. “English is a weird language.”
“So is Korean,” Khun countered with a smile, shrugging.
Again, Wooyoung bristled, and he sat up a bit in his chair and draped his torso over the table, stretching his arms above his head far enough that his hands dangled off the opposite end. He didn’t think he was that tall, hm.
“Quit throwing yourself around like a rag doll,” Nichkhun suddenly said, reaching out to smack Wooyoung’s ass with a chopstick.
“Aiya!” Wooyoung jerked his body off of the table and covered his butt defensively, before sitting down in his chair properly and pouting. “I have good reason to throw myself around, thanks.”
“Because no one else will do it?”
“…” Wooyoung blinked. “Hyung, since when are you so perverted?”
Nichkhun blinked, then blushed darkly and rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What could you have possibly meant by it? Your Korean isn’t that bad, Khunnie.” Wooyoung grinned wolfishly and stood up from the chair, moving to stand by his hyung’s side by the stove.
“I don’t know,” Khun said, watching as Wooyoung grabbed the pepper and poured in a copious amount to the boiling noodles. “Aish, gross! Don’t make it so I can’t eat this, Woo.” He grabbed the salt and poured some in to counteract, as well as some chili powder.
“I don’t know why you’re making ramen when we’re probably going out to dinner tonight,” Wooyoung said conversationally, taking Khun’s chopsticks and prodding at the noodles.
Khun nudged Wooyoung away with his elbow and took the chopsticks back. “Why would we go out to dinner tonight? We never do unless it's for special occasions.”
Wooyoung almost answered with ‘because it’s my birthday’, but clamped his mouth shut. Did Nichkhun really not know it was his birthday today? Didn’t anyone know? He hadn’t even woken up to fan letters or gifts this morning, and that was depressing. Were there really more Coldests than Hottests nowadays?
“Can you hand me the seasoning packet?”
Wooyoung heard Khun’s request but it didn’t register, the birthday boy’s mind instead blanking out as he turned around and exited the kitchen.
Nichkhun blinked after the younger member, and then smiled softly as he added the seasoning himself to the pot.
--
“Seriously Wooyoung, stop rolling around or I’m just going to dip you into the Swiffer solution so we can just use you instead of it.”
Junsu hit Wooyoung with the Swiffer stick threateningly in the side, but Wooyoung wouldn’t stop rolling around the living room floor like some sort of roly-poly. Rolling his eyes, Junsu wandered away, presumably to get the Swiffer solution, and Wooyoung continued to roll.
On the couch, Junho leaned over to take a bite of Chansung’s banana, which surprisingly was left unattended by the maknae as the Italian-featured boy stared at Wooyoung with slight concern.
“He’s been doing this all day?” he asked no one in particular, but Khun walked by at that moment wearing nothing but a towel.
“Yeah, I dunno why,” the Thai Prince said with a shrug, before disappearing into his room.
“I thought today was-”
Junho’s sentence was cut off as Chansung sacrificed his banana by shoving it into the older boy’s mouth. Junho pouted but chewed on the fruit, and Chansung stood and disappeared into Nichkhun’s room, leaving Taec, Junho and Wooyoung out in the living room.
Junsu returned shortly after with the Swiffer solution, uncapping it and pouring it on the still-rolling Wooyoung, who yelped, but only rolled around faster, now scrubbing the floor with his soaked clothes. Junsu arched a brow, then shrugged.
“Maybe this should be our next CF.”
--
Finally it was 11:52pm and Wooyoung was sitting propped up against the couch, clothes still damp and reeking of cleaning product, his hair sticking up in odd directions. The television was on, but it was muted, and his eyes were glazed over and lifeless as he stared at the images flashing across the screen in the darkness of the dorm.
He glanced over to Khun’s shut door, and briefly had an internal monologue of wondering why everyone abandoned him, why no one could even wish him happy birthday, how his dorm mates - after two plus years of them living together - could forget his birthday, how even his fans could forget his birthday.
His phone vibrated off towards the side somewhere and he flopped over onto his shoulder, reaching out blindly above him as he kept his eyes trained on the television and barely noticed that he smacked the sleeping Chansung in the face.
2 New Messages!
Fucking happy phone.
Message 1
From: Jaebeommie-hyung
Content: Yah! Happy birthday. Don’t make that ridiculous ang ang face or I’ma come over and drop kick it.
Fucking ex-leadja still caring about his bandmates. (Though really, Wooyoung was touched that Jay even still had his number)
Message 2
From: Khunnie
Content: Take shower. I smell cleaner from here. ^^ When you done come my room. I want to talk.
Fucking Thai Prince and his fucking improper grammar and spelling and cute faces and shit.
Wooyoung grumbled and shut his phone, leaving it on the floor as he army-crawled over to the bathroom, pushing the door open and stripping himself as he pulled himself up onto the side of the tub, before rolling into the basin and squinting as he noticed his socks were still on. Pulling those off and finally being fully naked, he sat up and turned on the hot tap before barely turning on the cold, and then grabbing the soap as he turned on auto-pilot to go through the rest of his motions.
Some minutes later he was toweling off and wrapping the cloth around his sharp hips, rubbing his face with his hands and running his fingers through his hair quickly, back and forth, to get rid of excess moisture. Shaking his head and making his way out of the bathroom, he bypassed Junho’s room where his dresser was, and just went right to Khun’s.
He didn’t even bother to knock, he just opened the door and stepped in, and for a second, he was encased with nothing but warmth. Then his eyes adjusted to what he was seeing, and he felt his heart stop.
Candles were on every single surface, either cheap tea candles or tall romantic candelabras, even some Febreze and Glade candles, all glowing softly and creating a wonderful aroma along with the calm visual. There were flower petals on the floor - Wooyoung could already tell they weren’t roses, since they were yellow - a trail leading up to the bed, where Nichkhun sat cross-legged, focusing on something in his hands.
“Khun…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering idly if he had walked in on some sort of weird alien ritual that Khun was going to perform, sacrificing flowers and burning candles and maybe praying to the Thai gods? … Did Thais worship gods? Well if Thais didn't then surely Khun aliens did.
Nichkhun glanced up from whatever was in his hands and balked in surprise, putting his hands behind his back as he shot up off of the bed and smiled sheepishly. If he was blushing, Wooyoung couldn’t tell, all of the candlelight creating shadows that just bounced beautifully off of the older man’s angelic features.
“Ah, Wooyoungie.” Khun licked his lips and shifted from foot to foot, nervously. “Er…”
Wooyoung glanced down at the floor, “You couldn’t afford roses?”
Khun made a face and it almost looked like he was going to stomp his foot. “They are roses you idiot, I bought dyed ones.”
“Ooooooooh,” Wooyoung replied, as if he’d just been given the answer to a long, complicated math formula.
“Anyway,” Khun said, obviously not deterred from the mood as he took a step forward. “I know you probably thought that everyone forgot about your birthday. The fans, the members, management.” Wooyoung arched a brow as he finally noticed that yeah, Nichkhun’s cheeks were a dark shade of red. “I er… made an announcement two weeks ago that I didn’t want anyone to send you gifts or anything like that.”
“… Why?” Wooyoung’s stare was blank, but even though he was wearing only a towel, he was starting to overheat from the dozens of candles, as well as the staggering fresh and clean scent that was invading his nostrils.
“Because-” For a second, Khun looked unsure. Then, he licked his lips and kicked the ground, scuffing some petals. “-Because… I wanted my gift to be the best gift of them all.”
Silence settled for a few seconds, before Wooyoung spoke softly.
“… Jaebeommie-hyung sent me a birthday text.”
Khun swore and kicked his dresser.
“But this is sweet, Khunnie.”
The Thai Prince halted in strangling his coat stand, dropping the piece of wood and moving closer to Wooyoung with a small smile.
“Really?” the older asked, as he pulled something out of his pocket. A tiny black box with a hinge was in his palms, as he held it up for Woooyoung. “Open~”
Wooyoung wondered briefly if Khun was going to propose to him, but that was a ridiculous thought because they weren’t even dating - and why would they date? KhunYoung wasn’t real. At least, not really. But it was. In its own special way.
“Oh my God!”
Oh hell, all of the fans could have their fanservice and fanfictions, KhunYoung was real as Wooyoung opened up the velvet box and revealed a simple silver chain with a golden banana pendant, his excitement washing over his features as he wrapped his arms around Nichkhun’s neck and kissed the older boy soundly.
In shock, Khun stumbled backwards and they landed on the bed, Wooyoung on top of him, smiling retardedly into the kiss and drooling a bit because he wouldn’t stop grinning stupidly, but Nichkhun wrapped his arms around the younger boy and smiled goofily as well, their slobber mixing together happily as Wooyoung tried not to squeal, Khun tried not to rape him, and everyone else in the house let out a simultaneous “GOD DAMN IT KHUNYOUNG” before all went to bed because they’re 2PM and obviously they have a busy schedule.
--
However the next morning, Minjae-hyung was none-too-pleased at the hickeys covering Khun’s neck, and how the hell was he supposed to explain how their beautiful angel baby Thai Prince got all of those bruises because Taec may rough house with Khun occasionally but this is ridiculous and why the hell is everyone so obsessed with bananas?
Chansung mowed down on the fruit in the background, Taec insisted that he hadn’t bullied Khun at all because while he could handle Coldests, antis from Khun would just be suicide, Junho admired Wooyoung’s pretty new necklace, Wooyoung himself was making googly-eyes at Khun who was trying to match a scarf with his tank top in eighty-degree weather, and Junsu was dancing along manically to some sort of black R&B song that was spewing from his ear buds.
Just a normal birthday in the life of 2PM, Minjae supposed, as he hung his head and sighed, ready to face the wrath of JYP when he finds out the maknae exceeded his weekly ration of banana money.
Pairing: KhunYoung
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing and implied sexual situations)
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOOYOUNG! 8] What a present eh? xD; Kinda like my present to Jonghyun... -Shifty eyes.-
Gonna dedicate this to my roleplay Wooyoung. :] Happy birthday baby boy, umma loves you lots and hopes you and Nichkhun go far far far together~ <33
By the way... THIS IS SO CRACKTASTIC, IDEK.
Be ready for improper grammar and run-on sentences.
--
Why did he have such horrible luck?
Wooyoung sighed and sunk into the couch cushions, utterly depressed. For once no one was in the 2PM dorms, they had all gone out on some sort of schedule -- without Wooyoung.
How could this be? He could understand Taec doing his drama, or Junho doing dream team - even Chansung would be in the weight room and Junsu would probably be off in the recording studio nitpicking over their latest album. Nichkhun would probably be off doing some CF for eyebrow waxing or something, who knew.
But why didn’t Wooyoung have anything to do?
He wasn’t as stellar of a singer as Junsu but he was getting better. And Junho was sort of showing him up in the dancing scene but Wooyoung was totally still the best… and Taec’s aegyo was starting to overrun Wooyoung’s ang ang routine.
“Maaaa, what the hell!?” Wooyoung burst out, folding his arms over his chest and scowling at the television in front of him. He tried to bury himself between the cushions of the couch, hoping that maybe he could just be swallowed up by the couch completely, and maybe he wouldn’t be around when the other members got home and they’d worry about him? And then they might realize that WooToshio really was important for 2PM?
And it wasn’t just that.
Today was Wooyoung’s twenty-second birthday (technically, twenty-first, but Westerners are weird) and no one was around.
Why, why, why?!
He made a rather ridiculous facial expression at the television, a mixture between his ang ang and his scream from their latest MV, and he ended up flailing his arms and throwing himself off of the sofa, rolling around on the hard wood floor.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I not brush my teeth well enough this morning and everyone had to leave? Is my body odor too much to stand? Should I have not visited Junsu and Taecyeon in their dirty bedroom this morning because scent is still clinging to me? Do I have eye boogers? Dandruff? A rash in an awkward spot?”
“Wooyoung-ah,” Nichkhun’s voice reached his ears, and Wooyoung instantly rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin up, smiling brightly at his hyung, “… what are you doing?”
“Wondering where everyone went,” Wooyoung said, his smile turning into ang ang quickly.
Khun merely smiled angelically and shut the door behind him, taking off his shoes and kicking them off in the entry way, adding to the disgustingly huge pile of shoes and socks that were there. It was a wonder it didn’t smell.
“We all just had schedules today. Were you lonely?”
Khun’s Korean was still slightly accented, and Wooyoung loved it whenever he could detect the foreign hints in his pronunciation. He thought it was adorable. That the Thai Prince Khun was perfect at everything except Korean.
“I was,” Wooyoung sat up and stretched his legs in front of him as Nichkhun walked by; the younger reached out and made grabby-hands and whined. “Hyuuuuung.”
Nichkhun continued walking, however, and made his way into the kitchen. Wooyoung dropped his hands and huffed, steam coming from his nose as he wriggled his lips in distaste and watched as the Thai man got a bottled water out of the fridge.
“Hyuuuuung.”
Khun opened the water bottle and took a sip. Wooyoung thrust his body onto the floor and snaked over towards his hyung much like a reptile, arms and legs making swimming motions as he moved his body across the wood floor. Once he reached Khun, his hand tugged on the man’s pant leg, and Khun either didn’t notice him or was ignoring him as he shut the fridge and managed to knock Wooyoung directly in the face.
“Gngh!”
The younger rolled onto his back and covered his face, hoping that his nose wasn’t bleeding, as he watched Nichkhun move over towards the cabinets, searching through the various flavors of packaged ramen. Watching his hyung, upside down, Wooyoung wiggled his nose and pursed his lips, making what he called the ‘bunny ang ang’ face. Khun still ignored him or didn’t notice him as he put a pot of water on the stove and turned on the burner, pulling down chicken flavored ramen.
“Hyuuuuuung!” Wooyoung’s whine was more persistent this time, bordering on annoying, and finally Khun glanced down.
“Need something, Woo?”
Wooyoung glared and flipped himself over, standing up and dusting off his front as he put his hands on his hips and scrunched up his features.
“You’re ignoring me.”
Khun smiled, “I’m choosing not to acknowledge you.”
“Same thing!” Wooyoung whined, shaking his shoulders and bringing his fists up to his chest.
Nichkhun flinched and moved over, grabbing Wooyoung by the shoulders and sitting him down in a chair at the table, chuckling lightly.
“What’s with you today? You’re aegyo is about to clog my arteries and give me an aneurysm,” Khun said as he moved back towards the stove.
“When did you learn the word ‘aneurysm’?” Wooyoung asked, suddenly distracted from his plot to get Khun’s attention, not realizing that he already had it.
Khun shrugged, “I told Junsu the other day that when he sang this obnoxious vein bulged in his throat, and I said it would cause his brain to explode, and then Taec told me the word ‘aneurysm’. I knew it in English but I didn’t know there was a Korean equivalent.”
Wooyoung bristled, native pride surfacing, “Why wouldn’t there be a Korean equivalent for that word?”
“Aneurysm,” Nichkhun said in English, and Wooyoung gave him just about the most stupid expression he’d ever seen cross the dancer’s face. Smirking and chuckling, Khun put the instant noodles in the pot. “See? Weird words like that, I just don’t know if they exist anywhere else.”
“Oh,” Wooyoung said, resting an elbow on the table and scratching at the wood with his fingernail. He should really clip his nails, his hands were starting to look girly. … More girly than usual. “English is a weird language.”
“So is Korean,” Khun countered with a smile, shrugging.
Again, Wooyoung bristled, and he sat up a bit in his chair and draped his torso over the table, stretching his arms above his head far enough that his hands dangled off the opposite end. He didn’t think he was that tall, hm.
“Quit throwing yourself around like a rag doll,” Nichkhun suddenly said, reaching out to smack Wooyoung’s ass with a chopstick.
“Aiya!” Wooyoung jerked his body off of the table and covered his butt defensively, before sitting down in his chair properly and pouting. “I have good reason to throw myself around, thanks.”
“Because no one else will do it?”
“…” Wooyoung blinked. “Hyung, since when are you so perverted?”
Nichkhun blinked, then blushed darkly and rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What could you have possibly meant by it? Your Korean isn’t that bad, Khunnie.” Wooyoung grinned wolfishly and stood up from the chair, moving to stand by his hyung’s side by the stove.
“I don’t know,” Khun said, watching as Wooyoung grabbed the pepper and poured in a copious amount to the boiling noodles. “Aish, gross! Don’t make it so I can’t eat this, Woo.” He grabbed the salt and poured some in to counteract, as well as some chili powder.
“I don’t know why you’re making ramen when we’re probably going out to dinner tonight,” Wooyoung said conversationally, taking Khun’s chopsticks and prodding at the noodles.
Khun nudged Wooyoung away with his elbow and took the chopsticks back. “Why would we go out to dinner tonight? We never do unless it's for special occasions.”
Wooyoung almost answered with ‘because it’s my birthday’, but clamped his mouth shut. Did Nichkhun really not know it was his birthday today? Didn’t anyone know? He hadn’t even woken up to fan letters or gifts this morning, and that was depressing. Were there really more Coldests than Hottests nowadays?
“Can you hand me the seasoning packet?”
Wooyoung heard Khun’s request but it didn’t register, the birthday boy’s mind instead blanking out as he turned around and exited the kitchen.
Nichkhun blinked after the younger member, and then smiled softly as he added the seasoning himself to the pot.
--
“Seriously Wooyoung, stop rolling around or I’m just going to dip you into the Swiffer solution so we can just use you instead of it.”
Junsu hit Wooyoung with the Swiffer stick threateningly in the side, but Wooyoung wouldn’t stop rolling around the living room floor like some sort of roly-poly. Rolling his eyes, Junsu wandered away, presumably to get the Swiffer solution, and Wooyoung continued to roll.
On the couch, Junho leaned over to take a bite of Chansung’s banana, which surprisingly was left unattended by the maknae as the Italian-featured boy stared at Wooyoung with slight concern.
“He’s been doing this all day?” he asked no one in particular, but Khun walked by at that moment wearing nothing but a towel.
“Yeah, I dunno why,” the Thai Prince said with a shrug, before disappearing into his room.
“I thought today was-”
Junho’s sentence was cut off as Chansung sacrificed his banana by shoving it into the older boy’s mouth. Junho pouted but chewed on the fruit, and Chansung stood and disappeared into Nichkhun’s room, leaving Taec, Junho and Wooyoung out in the living room.
Junsu returned shortly after with the Swiffer solution, uncapping it and pouring it on the still-rolling Wooyoung, who yelped, but only rolled around faster, now scrubbing the floor with his soaked clothes. Junsu arched a brow, then shrugged.
“Maybe this should be our next CF.”
--
Finally it was 11:52pm and Wooyoung was sitting propped up against the couch, clothes still damp and reeking of cleaning product, his hair sticking up in odd directions. The television was on, but it was muted, and his eyes were glazed over and lifeless as he stared at the images flashing across the screen in the darkness of the dorm.
He glanced over to Khun’s shut door, and briefly had an internal monologue of wondering why everyone abandoned him, why no one could even wish him happy birthday, how his dorm mates - after two plus years of them living together - could forget his birthday, how even his fans could forget his birthday.
His phone vibrated off towards the side somewhere and he flopped over onto his shoulder, reaching out blindly above him as he kept his eyes trained on the television and barely noticed that he smacked the sleeping Chansung in the face.
2 New Messages!
Fucking happy phone.
Message 1
From: Jaebeommie-hyung
Content: Yah! Happy birthday. Don’t make that ridiculous ang ang face or I’ma come over and drop kick it.
Fucking ex-leadja still caring about his bandmates. (Though really, Wooyoung was touched that Jay even still had his number)
Message 2
From: Khunnie
Content: Take shower. I smell cleaner from here. ^^ When you done come my room. I want to talk.
Fucking Thai Prince and his fucking improper grammar and spelling and cute faces and shit.
Wooyoung grumbled and shut his phone, leaving it on the floor as he army-crawled over to the bathroom, pushing the door open and stripping himself as he pulled himself up onto the side of the tub, before rolling into the basin and squinting as he noticed his socks were still on. Pulling those off and finally being fully naked, he sat up and turned on the hot tap before barely turning on the cold, and then grabbing the soap as he turned on auto-pilot to go through the rest of his motions.
Some minutes later he was toweling off and wrapping the cloth around his sharp hips, rubbing his face with his hands and running his fingers through his hair quickly, back and forth, to get rid of excess moisture. Shaking his head and making his way out of the bathroom, he bypassed Junho’s room where his dresser was, and just went right to Khun’s.
He didn’t even bother to knock, he just opened the door and stepped in, and for a second, he was encased with nothing but warmth. Then his eyes adjusted to what he was seeing, and he felt his heart stop.
Candles were on every single surface, either cheap tea candles or tall romantic candelabras, even some Febreze and Glade candles, all glowing softly and creating a wonderful aroma along with the calm visual. There were flower petals on the floor - Wooyoung could already tell they weren’t roses, since they were yellow - a trail leading up to the bed, where Nichkhun sat cross-legged, focusing on something in his hands.
“Khun…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering idly if he had walked in on some sort of weird alien ritual that Khun was going to perform, sacrificing flowers and burning candles and maybe praying to the Thai gods? … Did Thais worship gods? Well if Thais didn't then surely Khun aliens did.
Nichkhun glanced up from whatever was in his hands and balked in surprise, putting his hands behind his back as he shot up off of the bed and smiled sheepishly. If he was blushing, Wooyoung couldn’t tell, all of the candlelight creating shadows that just bounced beautifully off of the older man’s angelic features.
“Ah, Wooyoungie.” Khun licked his lips and shifted from foot to foot, nervously. “Er…”
Wooyoung glanced down at the floor, “You couldn’t afford roses?”
Khun made a face and it almost looked like he was going to stomp his foot. “They are roses you idiot, I bought dyed ones.”
“Ooooooooh,” Wooyoung replied, as if he’d just been given the answer to a long, complicated math formula.
“Anyway,” Khun said, obviously not deterred from the mood as he took a step forward. “I know you probably thought that everyone forgot about your birthday. The fans, the members, management.” Wooyoung arched a brow as he finally noticed that yeah, Nichkhun’s cheeks were a dark shade of red. “I er… made an announcement two weeks ago that I didn’t want anyone to send you gifts or anything like that.”
“… Why?” Wooyoung’s stare was blank, but even though he was wearing only a towel, he was starting to overheat from the dozens of candles, as well as the staggering fresh and clean scent that was invading his nostrils.
“Because-” For a second, Khun looked unsure. Then, he licked his lips and kicked the ground, scuffing some petals. “-Because… I wanted my gift to be the best gift of them all.”
Silence settled for a few seconds, before Wooyoung spoke softly.
“… Jaebeommie-hyung sent me a birthday text.”
Khun swore and kicked his dresser.
“But this is sweet, Khunnie.”
The Thai Prince halted in strangling his coat stand, dropping the piece of wood and moving closer to Wooyoung with a small smile.
“Really?” the older asked, as he pulled something out of his pocket. A tiny black box with a hinge was in his palms, as he held it up for Woooyoung. “Open~”
Wooyoung wondered briefly if Khun was going to propose to him, but that was a ridiculous thought because they weren’t even dating - and why would they date? KhunYoung wasn’t real. At least, not really. But it was. In its own special way.
“Oh my God!”
Oh hell, all of the fans could have their fanservice and fanfictions, KhunYoung was real as Wooyoung opened up the velvet box and revealed a simple silver chain with a golden banana pendant, his excitement washing over his features as he wrapped his arms around Nichkhun’s neck and kissed the older boy soundly.
In shock, Khun stumbled backwards and they landed on the bed, Wooyoung on top of him, smiling retardedly into the kiss and drooling a bit because he wouldn’t stop grinning stupidly, but Nichkhun wrapped his arms around the younger boy and smiled goofily as well, their slobber mixing together happily as Wooyoung tried not to squeal, Khun tried not to rape him, and everyone else in the house let out a simultaneous “GOD DAMN IT KHUNYOUNG” before all went to bed because they’re 2PM and obviously they have a busy schedule.
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However the next morning, Minjae-hyung was none-too-pleased at the hickeys covering Khun’s neck, and how the hell was he supposed to explain how their beautiful angel baby Thai Prince got all of those bruises because Taec may rough house with Khun occasionally but this is ridiculous and why the hell is everyone so obsessed with bananas?
Chansung mowed down on the fruit in the background, Taec insisted that he hadn’t bullied Khun at all because while he could handle Coldests, antis from Khun would just be suicide, Junho admired Wooyoung’s pretty new necklace, Wooyoung himself was making googly-eyes at Khun who was trying to match a scarf with his tank top in eighty-degree weather, and Junsu was dancing along manically to some sort of black R&B song that was spewing from his ear buds.
Just a normal birthday in the life of 2PM, Minjae supposed, as he hung his head and sighed, ready to face the wrath of JYP when he finds out the maknae exceeded his weekly ration of banana money.